Post by Panther on Aug 26, 2015 5:29:52 GMT -5
So I've been working on a storygame specifically made for the "Storygame Contest: Brevity, the Soul of Wit" by GMB13carat.
It focus on having problems and sh*tty days at school, with a few fights and a scene involving possible lethal conflict. At the end, the MC can get either a relationship with a boy (straight) or girl (lesbian) as the ending. It's in first person perspective.
Let's see if I can finish it up in less than a week. I want to beat Ogre11's entry in order to prove my worth for everyone in CYS. Take a look at the first page!
"Keira!" The voice of a young girl says, with a suave tone as I listen with both of my ears. Someone is calling out my name. My vision is blurred with me observing myself, from my legs to my whole body. I can feel myself sitting on a hard surface, with my back patched toward a wall. My hands are gripping a handgun, which appears to be a Beretta 92FS Inox with my finger on the trigger. The stainless steel finish glints into my eyes like stars in the night, as I witnessed the blood coming out from a man covered in a black hoodie and black jeans. I'm shaken terribly by the blood, smoke coming out from the end of the gun's barrel, and people glaring at me with frightening expressions as my eyes goggle to left and right, sweeping across the room.
There are three holes caused by bullets on the dead man's stomach caused by the cartridges of the handgun I'm wielding, with his blood shooting out from the inner part of his body and drop toward the floor, coloring the floor in red. The blood soon brims over to my legs, dampening my black skirt and my armpit. I get even scared and worried, dropping the handgun into the floor before it bounces off and lands next to the man that I killed. Beside the man lies a black duffle bag, being collapsed to the floor and putting out numerous of bundle cash. The bag belong to its owner, which is the man I killed by myself ejecting his handgun's 9mm cartridges into himself about a minute ago.
I look over the counter to see the young woman glaring at me, which is a bank accountant being sworried and shaken by the gunshots and pool of blood. The woman's tresses of silky blonde hair were fit neatly into a stunning chignon. Her deep-set dark blue eyes looked at me like a scaredy cat. The lass has a pixie-like nose that dropped daintily down from its peak. Her Cupid's bow red lips surrounded her small mouth with perfect alabaster teeth. Dimples were pressed under her high cheekbones. Her soft hands with long fingers terminated in painted, polished mauve nails.
I shut my eyes for a moment, before opening and turning them toward the entrance. Before my eyes catch up to observe the entrance, I feel like someone shakes my body, making me to be unbalanced. I open my eyes for real as the light shines toward me, blurring my vision for a while before I see the face of my beautiful younger sister, Alice. "Finally, you're awake," Alice opens her mouth for me, with a suave tone same as before. Her long brown hair is washed all over my torso. I just recognized that it was all a dream of my terrible past as Alice glares at me closely with her eyes that are green as a leaf.
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How is it? I'm gonna need someone to be a cheerleader to keep me inspired!
Bluefur-chan and Hey look it's Tim keep me inspired, will you guys?
EDIT: Can't join the contest since it will be above 5/8 in length. But I'll continue it anyway.
Click here to access the storygame.
It focus on having problems and sh*tty days at school, with a few fights and a scene involving possible lethal conflict. At the end, the MC can get either a relationship with a boy (straight) or girl (lesbian) as the ending. It's in first person perspective.
Let's see if I can finish it up in less than a week. I want to beat Ogre11's entry in order to prove my worth for everyone in CYS. Take a look at the first page!
"Keira!" The voice of a young girl says, with a suave tone as I listen with both of my ears. Someone is calling out my name. My vision is blurred with me observing myself, from my legs to my whole body. I can feel myself sitting on a hard surface, with my back patched toward a wall. My hands are gripping a handgun, which appears to be a Beretta 92FS Inox with my finger on the trigger. The stainless steel finish glints into my eyes like stars in the night, as I witnessed the blood coming out from a man covered in a black hoodie and black jeans. I'm shaken terribly by the blood, smoke coming out from the end of the gun's barrel, and people glaring at me with frightening expressions as my eyes goggle to left and right, sweeping across the room.
There are three holes caused by bullets on the dead man's stomach caused by the cartridges of the handgun I'm wielding, with his blood shooting out from the inner part of his body and drop toward the floor, coloring the floor in red. The blood soon brims over to my legs, dampening my black skirt and my armpit. I get even scared and worried, dropping the handgun into the floor before it bounces off and lands next to the man that I killed. Beside the man lies a black duffle bag, being collapsed to the floor and putting out numerous of bundle cash. The bag belong to its owner, which is the man I killed by myself ejecting his handgun's 9mm cartridges into himself about a minute ago.
I look over the counter to see the young woman glaring at me, which is a bank accountant being sworried and shaken by the gunshots and pool of blood. The woman's tresses of silky blonde hair were fit neatly into a stunning chignon. Her deep-set dark blue eyes looked at me like a scaredy cat. The lass has a pixie-like nose that dropped daintily down from its peak. Her Cupid's bow red lips surrounded her small mouth with perfect alabaster teeth. Dimples were pressed under her high cheekbones. Her soft hands with long fingers terminated in painted, polished mauve nails.
I shut my eyes for a moment, before opening and turning them toward the entrance. Before my eyes catch up to observe the entrance, I feel like someone shakes my body, making me to be unbalanced. I open my eyes for real as the light shines toward me, blurring my vision for a while before I see the face of my beautiful younger sister, Alice. "Finally, you're awake," Alice opens her mouth for me, with a suave tone same as before. Her long brown hair is washed all over my torso. I just recognized that it was all a dream of my terrible past as Alice glares at me closely with her eyes that are green as a leaf.
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How is it? I'm gonna need someone to be a cheerleader to keep me inspired!
Bluefur-chan and Hey look it's Tim keep me inspired, will you guys?EDIT: Can't join the contest since it will be above 5/8 in length. But I'll continue it anyway.
Click here to access the storygame.
