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Your World Entry: Pristine
     The city of Pristine was set on the side of a tall cliff. Thousands of years of human habitation had turned it into the most impressive city in the world. Sitting Hundreds of feet up a sheer cliff side thousands of feet tall, it had a reputation of never being taken. It ruled a stretch of land that extended many weeks of travel out, counting hundreds of cities as its thralls. The warriors of its armies were said to have been unmatched in battle. Cartloads of valuables poured into the city as tribute every day.
     Things had been this way for hundreds of years. Pristine held the world's weath within it's walls, and the Shepherd wanted it back. He considered what lead him to this moment. Things started with a death. A simple shepherd had died, and his son was left with the impoverished flock.
     Like everything else in the world, death was taxed by the overlords in Pristine. The tax collector came, and de
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Literature
Graffiti
Markus carefully mixed the concoction with his ground flowers. It made a nice violet. Paint had become rare since the invasion, partially due to people like him. Before the invasion, cans of spray paint could be bought at the local store. Now he had to be content with a brush and homemade paint. The city had become much more drab since the Skee came. The cops would only slap a small fine, maybe a little community service. The Skee played for keeps though. They sent people to labor camps, or killed them outright. That didn't stop him though.  There were fewer artists such as himself left, but that only made him more determined to bring a little color to the city. He picked up his homemade paint and carefully pored it into a bladder. After filling the bladder, he placed it into a special vest he made, next to several others. Besides holding the paint, the vest also made him appear bigger than he really was. It helped a great deal when the search teams were looking for someone w
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Literature
The death of Humanity.
Elasticred monitored his boards carefully as the delicate instruments in his ship picked up the last messages of a long-dead civilization. His name wasn't really Elasticred, but something that translated as such. He was a member of the Radio archology fleet. A vast fleet of ships whom would track the development of the sublight radio waves that the vanished civilization broadcast. This one was proving to be a treasure trove. This civilization lasted longer than most. It seemed to have been on the cusp of crossing to the point where it would have met Elasticred's race as equals. They didn't make it, and it was Elasticred's job to piece together the Archaeological history from the broadcasts of the species to find out why. Hundreds of ships were involved, all throughout the chain. Many, many ships were involved in identifying the species first recordings. Unlike those early ones, it was easy to tell when they stopped. They stopped between Elasticred's position and the next ship down the
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Literature
Under Earth's Blue Moon.
Under Earth's Blue Moon
Awakening Day, Facility 12, Early Evening
He gagged as the object slid up his throat. He tried to cough, but he couldn't. The strange object was in the way.
“Exhale!”
The voice was mechanical, and raw to his ears. It hurt to hear it. There was a series of clicks and whistles. They hurt his head. Where was he?
“Exhale!”
The volume of the voice had gone up. He couldn't exhale, there was something in his throat, he tried to cough again. Some fluid dribbled down his cheek. it burned! He tried to move his arms to wipe it off, but they wouldn't respond. What was wrong with him? More clicks and whistles, what kind of torture was this? Had the Pafrikans captured him? No, they were dead. Everyone was dead. Why wasn't he dead? More clicks and whistles. Someone was rubbing sandpaper across his cheek.
“Exhale!”
The voice was being awfully demanding from him. Where the heck was he? The last thing he remembered was the end
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Literature
Ida Know
Someone spoke. "What is your name?"
The listener didn't know it's name. It looked around. It sat in the middle of a small cell, no more than a few square meters. It was chained to a chair, bolted to the dull metallic floor, indistinguishable from the dull metallic walls. There was no visible door. In front of the listener sat a man dressed in the uniform of a law officer. He sat in another dull metallic chair bolted to the dull metallic floor. The listener looked down on itself, recognizing its feminine form.
"Look at me and answer." The law officer asked impatiently.
She looked up at the enforcement officer. "I don't know." she stated simply.
"Ida Know it is. Do you understand what you have been sentenced to, Mrs. Know?"
"No I don't. Where am I? What did I do?"
"Your trial is over. You were found sane. If you choose to play stupid, that is fine with me. Enjoy your sentence." He stood up to leave.
"Please, wait! What is going on!" Ida strained against her chains, attempting to stand up
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Literature
The Betrayal
The Betrayal
It had been a long, hard fought battle, with the proverbial two steps forward and one step back. The First Rocky Mountain Liberation Force had survived three years of occupation, including two determined campaigns by the enemy to root out and destroy them. After all this time and effort, they were finally in a position to land a telling blow to the enemy. The commander of the 1st Rocky Mountain Liberation Front took a look around the bunker. He saw the scars of battle in the eyes of every one of his officers, but he saw more as well. He saw the iron resolve of men who would rather die free than live as slaves. They were men who would stand up and fight on with a fatal injury. They were men who would fight the most impossible foe and never waver, never flinch. He looked at them and begun with his traditional greeting.
"We've got them on the run gents, we've just got to let them know."
He let the grin fade from his face. "This one is going to take a little more out of
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Literature
The Magician's Rule
As a magician I promise never to reveal the secret of any illusion to a non-magician, unless that one swears to uphold the Magician's Oath in turn. I promise never to perform any illusion for any non-magician without first practicing the effect until I can perform it well enough to maintain the illusion of magic.
-The Magician's Oath

The Rubik's Cube
Humans have very few traits that are not seen elsewhere on earth, so what is it that makes us the dominant species? Perhaps it is the level of deception we are capable of. Most creatures can hide food from others. Some can pretend there is no food around even while hungry to keep their stash hidden. Some select creatures are capable of misdirecting a searcher for the hidden stash, but unique amongst all creatures on earth, only humans would pretend to have found and partially raided a stash as a way to get another to reveal where the hidden stash was. What are the chances that other intelligent s
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I'm some random guy with some amounts of creativity and capable of writing up a fictional world with moderate detail, of course that is probably just my over-inflated ego. Likely my writing is atrocious and I'm as creative as a block of concrete. Although concrete has been made into creative shapes...
I constantly don't post blog entries because I have a tendancy to rant, or I just don't like the tangents I go off on.

One of my most common "erased" blog entries is regarding piracy, DRM, and Censorship.

Here's my position in a nutshell:

DRM and Censorship !!!OF ANY EXTERNALLY IMPOSED FORM!!! is wrong.
Piracy is a social issue that requires good relations between consumer and producer to effectively combat (effectively combat doesn't mean eliminate. Piracy is here to stay, as proven by it's existence for as long as Intellectual property rights has existed).

However, I am bothered by the threat of the threat of Piracy. A good current example is the ACTA.
I had a long-winded post I just recently deleted, but it boiled down to this:

We have some nice bits of software out there, with Peer to Peer and onion networks. It'd be really nice if the proliferation of wireless technology could be leveraged with that mindset to cut our requirement for an infrastructure that could be controlled out of the equation.

It cannot be said any simpler than that, and this one I will post and damn the torpedoes!

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InconspicuousHellcat Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the comment :D
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Riptokus Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2009   Writer
No problem. If I were more experienced I'd have critiqued it, but I didn't feel I could give you a fair critique so I just told you what I thought in comments instead.
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Vain138 Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2009
Thanks for the fave, and for all of your help so far. It's really hard to get people to make good constructive comments on writing on this site.
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Vain138 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2009
-dies inside from happy- Thank you so much for the fave : D ^^
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Riptokus Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2009   Writer
Dies inside? I hope you will go to a hospital to see to that. All kinds of bad things happen when your insides die.
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Vain138 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2009
Hahaha, thank you for the concern.
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TheFiendWithoutAFace Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2009
Your the second person I don't know that has favorited one of my stories! Thank you for the favorite! I write a chapter every day for at least one of my stories. SO enjoy reading, my friend!!
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Riptokus Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2009   Writer
No problem. I read the entire group up to chapter 8 of that storyline, and I actually like it. It's a gem. Maybe not the best thing in DA, but definitely a cut above the average fiction. Hopefully my marking it help others find it, since it is worth reading.
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TheFiendWithoutAFace Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2009
Thank you for the help. And I know I'm no pro, haha. I still got a lot to learn.
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