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31 October 2009

Posts #8-10: 09 April 2000

Post #8, by Rune

Meanwhile, Rune was flying to Eagleland in his custom Saiya-jin capsule.
Whatever that is. Rune was another of the Tenguites and one of the ever-prevalent Japanese wannabes.
He arrived and began to survey the territory. "Nice island," he said to himself, "I'd better claim part of it for myself."
And take it from... the Syndicate?
He walked around until he came to a beach where PSI and some other people were setting up.

"Hi everybody!" Rune yelled, "Where's the DJ booth?"
I kind of miss the days where four or five sentences comprised a reasonable IF post. IF is a lot more fun that way, I think (though obviously many disagree.) You can really get bogged down in this super-serious eight-paragraphs-per-post IF.


Post #9, by Anthadd

Anthadd was/is a true intellectual marvel. Only 12 or 13 at this time, his grammar was impeccable and his writing well organized. His personality was always extremely understated and conservative.
Anthadd parachuted down, biting down a shrill scream, and landed on the beach. It had taken some bartering to be allowed to come to the get-together, but he'd succeeded.
Back in 2000 Anthadd was new to the SM.Net community and suffered from a severe exclusion complex, which comes out in that last sentence. IF writers are constantly inserting their own thoughts, wishes and worries into their characters, consciously or unconsciously.
The slight wind, combined with the loose sand of the beach, started to irritate his eyes, making him glad he'd brought sunglasses along.
The wind also sent a cool wind around him, prompting Anthadd to button up coat.
The sky was clear, except for the occasional fluffy white cloud.
On the other beach, he spotted a small group of other Starmen.Net visitors clustered around a DJ set-up, and other things associated with such a big get-together.
Why Anth put a line break (but not a paragraph break) after each of these sentences, I have no foggy idea.
He started to jog across the sand towards the group, songs running through his head, he trying to sing them.
Jogging across sand is hard, man. I've tried it. You feel like you just ran the Boston Marathon after about two minutes.
[This message has been edited by Anthadd (edited 04-11-2000).]
You'll notice that Anth edited this post two full days after he wrote it. Why, I have no clue.



Post #10, by Luna
Third post in a row written by someone who will remain in the story until the bitter end.
Luna was probably the single most popular SM.Net citizen ever, other than its co-founder and supreme-dictator-for-life reidman. Yes, being the site's alpha female helped, of course, but mostly it was because of her hyper-friendly, sometimes flirty, personality. In April 2000 Luna (only 12 then, I think) was pretty new and hadn't achieved those heights yet; that would happen when PSI322 left around early 2001.
"This was a great idea!" Luna said, speaking to no one except a water snake being delivered to a Zoo in Asia.
Luna was/is obsessed with animals. Ask her about her kiwi sometime.
"It's much cheaper flying fed-ex than some fancy flight company! I can fly over the pacific for 75$, AND I get a complimentry parachute! fed-ex is so nice..." She grinned, straping on the parachute and making her way to the door.
The part about the free parachute sounds farfetched, but then again, Luna is the kind of person who can talk anyone into anything. She once kept me online chatting about nothing in particular until 5 AM when I had to be at work at 7 AM, setting off the first, last and only time I have ever had to leave work early when I could no longer stay awake by 13:00.
She kicked open the door and jumped out, carefully pulling the ripcord, which turned out to be a very disgruntled water snake. "Aieeeeeeeee!!!" Luna screamed, as she headed towards the island.
**Crash**
A normal landing is just not cool.
The parachute puffed out around Luna. "Well, looks like I found the ripcord... now I have to untangle my legs from these branches, then get this water snake to stop biting me, fight off these mice that think my toes are snacks, and then find the party... and sue fed-ex for giving me a faulty parachute.
Were you specific that it had to be a functional parachute? Seeing as how they gave it to you free.
I'll be at the party in no time!"

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