Chapter 9: Lit Major Shoots Zombies

A new chapter of my fanfiction for The Secret World went up last night!  In Chapter 9 Templar agent Chris Warden will have to team up with Kaiyo Yako and Dan MacFadden of the rival secret societies to help save the survivors of zombie-ridden Kingsmouth, Maine.  In the process, she’ll be forced to face her fear of heights, and a terrifying all-consuming enemy literally from her nightmares!

This was a fun chapter to write, but it took a lot longer than I anticipated.  I feel like if I wanted to, I probably could have split it into two chapters if I wanted to.  That’s something I’ll have to keep in mind on future chapters.  The good news is that since being posted at 2am last night, the chapter has already gained 28 views and 2 positive reviews.  It seems I made the right choice in deciding to write a sequel for this story first.

My only regret, and something my business savvy friends have pointed out, is that I’m not able to make any money off of this work.  Hopefully it will pay off in a larger fan-base that can translate to my other works.  We’ll see.

Regarding those, Sword of the Lady is currently behind schedule as I enter a new round of world-building with it, in hopes of fleshing out the Ilevan’s as a unique people rather than a stereotypical bad guy race.  I’ve found some good resources for this and believe I can do it quickly, or at least get it done enough to work the improvements seemlessly into the final draft, which is currently in progress through chapter 1.

The original sci-fi referenced in my “Astrea Alexandra” posts is still deep in world-building.  Placing it in real, known space has necessitated mapping its star systems using actual stars, and figuring out what’s around all those stars is turning out to be time consuming.  It’s on the back burner, but I’m determined that it will someday see the light of day.

Thanks for reading!

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Lit Major’s New Adventures (chapter 8 up)

So, I’m going to try to be using this site more to keep people up to date in what I’m doing writing-wise.  To that end, an update!

Lit Major Shoots Lighting was my original fan fiction story writen for The Secret World MMORPG and it was honestly something of an experiment.  The game itself is a unique blend of horror, action, myth, magic, and conspiracy theories in a modern day setting, and when writing the story I wanted to increase the immerse qualities of the game.  So I chose an unusual tense and point of view for the story: 1st person, present tense.  In many ways, it was a rewrite of my “The Secret Letters” short story.  I also honestly cut some corners in character development and by injecting myself and my reactions into the protagonist wherever something I hadn’t established wouldn’t conflict with them (the protagonist is female, so there are obviously some differences).  The story revolves around an ordinary English literature major, Christen “Chris” Warden, studying abroad in London who suddenly develops supernatural powers she cannot control and is contacted by the secret society of the modern-day Templars who offer to teach her to harness her powers if she joins their cause. Despite my cutting corners with the planning, strangely enough, the main character is one everyone seems to love and says is well developed.  Lit Major Shoots Lightning also been my most popular story so far, garnering nearly 3,000 views and enthusiastic fans eager for a sequel.

Well, those fans have been heard!  In September I started the sequel, Lit Major Shoots Zombies, wherein Chris makes good on her promise to help the Templars fight monsters and is deployed on her first mission, to the sleepy little town of Kingsmouth, Maine that’s been overtaken by a local zombie apocalypse.

It’s been a while since my last update, but chapter 8 just went up this Thursday, just in time for Halloween.  In it Chris strikes out on her own into the zombie-infested town, looking for supplies for the survivors holed up in the Sheriff’s Office at the edge of town.  It won’t be the first time she’s fought zombies in this story, but it will be her first time facing them down alone.

If it sounds interesting to you, give it a read and let me know what you think!  Reviews and comments are always appreciated.

Happy Halloween!

Star Trek Online Origin-Story Fanfictions and Coming Attractions

I’ve completed two Star Trek Online stories and posted them to FanFiction.net.  Both of them serve as “origins stories” for my main Federation faction characters.
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“The Best Revenge” introduces Carlin back before she became Carlin Drel (before she was joined).  As an Ensign fresh out of Starfleet Academy, Carlin seeks to prove herself worthy of the father who abandoned her and to humiliate him. But when a rescue mission goes horribly wrong, she is must face one of the most dangerous aliens in Starfleet history and decide whether or not her quest for revenge is worth it.

The story introduces several characters from or referenced in the story posted here, including Commander Antori Drel, Captain Sokar, Doctor Howard, and the USS Nautilus herself.  It also features Ferengi and Species 8472…I’ll leave you to decide for yourself which of them is the “most dangerous alien in Starfleet history!”  It’s set in May of 2405, four years before the events of the game.

Airborne

“Airborne” introduces Carlin’s trouble-making friend, Sam Hayashi.  As a young Ensign aboard the USS Endurance, Sam’s mischievous ways threaten to end her career. But when an Orion agent exposes her and her shipmates to a dangerous virus that removes inhibitions, it’s up to Sam to contain the disease and bring them home alive.  It’s set in November of 2405.  You can tell because of the Stardates used in both stories, and this handy stardate calculator that was used to produce them.

Harking back to the Original Series and The Next Generation, this is the cumpulsory first-season “The Naked *something*” episode (one of the earliest episodes of both series was one involving the same inhibition-removing virus, the episodes were called “The Naked Time” and the “The Naked Now” respectively–and, as is the case with this story, no one was actually shown naked).  I suppose the writing reason for placing such a story so close to the beginning of a series is to introduce the character as you would normally only get to know them after quite some time, as they let their walls down (by, in essence, forcing their walls down faster), but this story really came to me as an Aesop responding to the modern notion that if one has a desire, one must (or should) act on it.  Honestly, once writing took over, I’m not sure the theme got through, but that was how it got started anyway.

The only recurring character I plan to take from this story is Sam herself.  Her character is an idea that occurred to me well after the writing of the original Vega Colony story.  She was actually first conceived as a supporting character for the upcoming Star Trek take on the 2013 Tomb Raider game.  In case you can’t figure it out, she’s Sam Nishimura, Lara Croft’s friend and the game’s official keeper of the distress ball.  That being said, she is not simply Sam Nishimura in the 25th century.  Since my plan was to make Sam more of an action girl in my Star-Trek-remake, Sam Hayashi appropriately has the talents and skills necessary to back up her daredevil attitude.  She shoots someone in this story (I won’t say who).  She is also an improbably good pilot who has only crashed one shuttle in her life, and that was on purpose (and if you read “Airborne,” you get to see her do it!)–which, considering how many Star Trek episodes revolve around shuttle crashes, that’s pretty amazing all by itself!  She owes part of these piloting skills to the other character who proceeded her, an Ensign Satori Hayashi who loved “ancient” (read, 21st century) Japanese culture and was exceptionally good with shuttles.

As for the remake, it’s currently in progress. I’m writing the second chapter as we speak, but it looks like it’ll shape up to be a pretty long story, so don’t hold your breath for it to come out.  It will be unveiled on FanFiction.net eventually, but you’ll probably suffocate first!

Speaking of stories on FanFiction.net, there’s also another author in the Star Trek Online section who writes a “Star Trek Justice” series.  He writes stories set in 2412, after most of the events of the game, while I write them set in or before 2409.  We’ve officially decided to start writing in a shared universe, allowing our us to reference each others characters from time to time or even do collaborative stories.  The first such crossover occurred in the latest chapter of his story “Justice: Vengeance,” where a “Captain Drel” of the “USS Wayfarer” is mentioned–as by 2412 this will be Carlin’s rank, name, and command.  Further crossovers should be forthcoming, even involving my non-Federation characters, which I haven’t written anything for yet except backstory.  Currently, we plan on making the rewrite of the Vega Colony story a collaborative story, since, in the game, there is a point where experienced players can go back in time to witness further events during the tutorial missions at Vega (the final chapter of the original story hinted at the time-travel).

While I’m very excited for all of this fan fiction stuff, I’m not losing sight of my existing projects.  The Sword of the Princess beta is still coming along.  The chapters should be finished soon, and I may be able to add in my maps.  Currently, I can only make a general map of Balanne (the kingdom the story is set in) available to readers, but I have hand-drawn maps for many of the towns, including Bath, Glen, Cleft, Armat, and Malca.  If I can get to a scanner in the next few weeks, I can probably make those available to readers as well, which will hopefully help…I mean, I like maps!

Fan Fiction Account is Live

The third thing I’ve been up to is playing video games and writing fan fiction.

I bought the new Tomb Raider and liked it a lot.  The game is a relaunch of the franchise’s continuity apparently, and I appreciate Lara Croft’s new background.  In the first Tomb Raider movie, she came off (to me) as a spoiled rich woman who became an awesome adventure archaeologist simply because she could.  But in the relaunch of the game you don’t even realize that she’s wealthy at all and her becoming an adventure archaeologist is a matter of survival for herself and her friends rather than a decision made out of boredom and being naturally awesome at everything.  The result, I think, is a much more believable and relatable character.  It also doesn’t hurt that Lara’s bust size has decreased to more believable bounds.

My complaints are few and forgivable.  The rope arrows are clearly magical as they tie knots and return to your hand (you can fire them without using ammunition).  There is a bit of unrealistic first aid in that Lara is impaled in the abdomen by rusty rebar in one of the game’s opening scenes, pulls it out, and doesn’t try to bandage the wound until halfway through the game–but nevertheless is able to jump, climb, wade through nasty water, and fight off hoards of mooks without bleeding out or getting an infection (though, to the designer’s credit, this wound and others do continue to visibly bother her throughout the game).  I was also secretly hoping that Lara’s friend, Sam, would turn out to be more of an action girl herself, but instead she get’s stuck with the distress ball, spending the overwhelming majority of the game as a hostage in need of rescue.  All of these are forgivable, though, for the sake of the awesome story and gameplay.  The only thing that really upset me was the quick-time events in the middle of fights.  If you don’t hit the button at exactly the right time, you lose–and I got killed so many times by this one wolf this way: more deaths from that than from any other cause.

I’ve also been getting back into Star Trek Online, now that their relaunch of the Klingon faction and new Romulan faction are live.  I’ve been writing more fan fiction from that game, too.  My latest story stars Carlin, from the former Vega Colony Attack stories posted here.  The story is titled “The Best Revenge” and can be found on FanFiction.net, which is a much better place for it, honestly.  It deals with Carlin before she was joined to the Drel symbiont, dealing with her father’s abandonment and facing off against Species 8472 for the first time.  More stories will follow, including a FanFiction.net relaunch of the Vega Colony Attack story.  Planned stories include a Star-Trekked version of the Tomb Raider game (whose basic concept is actually very similar to several plots used by the Original Series of Star Trek) wherein Sam is an action girl, a story introducing a Klingon-faction character (a human-Orion hybrid with angst from never fitting in), and one introducing a Romulan-faction character (a Romulan-Vulcan hybrid ex-Tal Shiar agent forced to survive on a derelict ship for years after the supernova that destroys the Romulan homeworld).

“The Secret Letters” will probably also move to FanFiction.net, as there is a category for Secret World fan fiction.  Visit my page there if you want to see my latest fan fiction work.  I hope you like it and I’m excited to be using fan fiction as a way to introduce myself to the world of online publishing (in a way) and get to know some of the concepts and techniques before launching myself into self-publishing with my completed book.

The Secret Letters

The following letters were found in the mailbox of one Ryan Tyrel, who owns a ranch in Colorado.  Mr. Tyrel has been missing for several days and was last seen in Walsenburg talking to a man in a business suit.  Witnesses say they had never seen the man before and that he talked with a British accent.  Local authorities have concluded their search and believe Mr. Tyrel made an unexpected trip to London to visit his daughter, Ally, who is studying abroad there.  However, our office has been unable to uncover any records for flight or plane tickets for Mr. Tyrel.  Also, the records of the University of the Arts in London indicates that Miss Tyrel disenrolled several days ago.  A check of her apartment revealed significant property damage to the interior, indications of major power-surges and several small fires, but no sign of Ally Tyrel herself.  Our investigation is ongoing, but from these letters the situation may be more serious than we’d initially suspected.  It seems that Mr. Tyrel’s daughter has become involved in the Secret World.

September 26

Dear Dad,

I’m getting settled in at my new apartment here in London.  I thought I’d send you my address first thing so we can keep in touch, since you don’t do email.  I also can’t help but hope you’ll find a way to send a little something to help with my housewarming.  Some homemade cookies would be nice.  Haha!

You wouldn’t believe how big this place is!  The city is amazing.  It goes on for miles and miles it seems in every direction and it has everything in it, universities, libraries, restaurants, historical sites—so many historical sites!—parks, you name it.  There are some things I definitely miss, though.  There’s no countryside here, and I miss the mountains…and my horse, too!  At least I have Blizzard to keep me company.

Anyway, I hope this letter reaches you alright, and I hope the postage for a reply doesn’t kill us both!

Love,

Ally

~~~

October 3

Dear Dad,

Haha!  Curse you, Atlantic Ocean!  You kept me from cookies!

No, the apartment isn’t big.  It’s just three rooms: bedroom, bathroom, and a living room/kitchenette.  I guess it seems big to me since it’s the largest space I’ve ever had to myself, but it’s really tiny compared to home.  What I meant to say is that the city of London is big: big city, small apartment, short little Ally Tyrel living in both of them.

How dare you say such things about my cat!  You take them back, mister!  Them’s fightin’ words.  Haha!  But seriously, Blizzard actually handled the transition alright.  As soon as I let him out of his carrier he went exploring and found the couch.  He picked out his favorite spot in the corner and he won’t share.  He’s already figured out enough of the apartment to escape on me once, though.  He didn’t do anything serious, just followed me to the park on my jog, but I learned I need to be careful to lock him up in the future, and especially check the fire-escape…from there he could get anywhere!

Class is going fine, but I’ve been feeling a little…strange lately.  I get headaches sometimes and they don’t seem to go away until I jog them out…like I’m working out some kind of bad blood.  It’s weird, I know, but it gets stranger.

It all started about four days ago.  I had this really weird dream where it was like I was on some rocky beach at the end of the world, standing there in the rain.  There were these voices talking about “the end of days” and how I could stand with them or against them or something.  Then a lady all in white and a man all in black came and were talking over each other trying to tell me about the voices being bad or good, and then they opened their hands and all these bees came out and started flying around me and then down my throat..and when I woke up I felt like I was actually choking on something!

The weirdest part was that right after the dream I reached for my bathrobe and I swear it lit itself on fire…I saw blue fire all over it, but then I concentrated on the flames and “poof” they were gone.  The bathrobe was just fine, too, so it must have been a part of the dream…but it seemed so real.  Anyway, after that dream, the headaches started, and when I have the headaches sometimes I hear voices muttering some gibberish I can’t quite make out, about honey and bees.

Anyway, hopefully I’ll get over whatever this is soon.  Till then, I’ll just be doing a lot more jogging, I guess.  Hope this letter finds you well.

Love,

Ally

~~~

October 7

Dear Dad,

Please excuse the smudges and the charred edge.

I don’t want you to worry, but…well, this is going to be really hard to explain.  I hope you’ll understand though.  You always said there was more to this world than meets the eye…I guess you just never expected me to be a part of that

Remember how I told you I swore I saw my bathrobe burst into flames after that dream?  Well, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a part of the dream.   The headaches have been getting worse.  I’ve been going on longer and longer jogs, but it doesn’t seem to help much anymore.

A few days ago things started to happen whenever I’d get headaches really bad.  Strange things.  Objects would fly across the room away from me.  Fire and lightning would burst from my hands.  I know it’s unbelievable, but you’re holding the proof.  This is what’s left of my notebook, after I managed to put it out…not with the fire extinguisher–that ran out ages ago–but by calling the fire back into my hand, into me.  There’s no other way I can describe it.

If you needed further proof, my apartment is an absolute mess.  Looks like a warzone.  Three days ago I spent the whole day holed up in my apartment, wearing my old sweattop.  The headaches were unbelievable and whatever this power is, I couldn’t control it at all.  My place is absolutely trashed from fireballs and lightning and some stuff I don’t even know how to describe.

Blizzard was smart and ran off before the headaches got this bad.  I haven’t seen him all week.  I don’t blame him.  Right now he’d have a better chance against a car than with whatever this is going on with me.

I am learning to control it, though.  A couple days ago I was able to focus the energy, make it a ball of light and juggle it, like it was just a harmless toy.  The headaches subsided for a few hours after that.  Seems like if I use these powers deliberately the headaches stop and I’m not a walking bomb of God-knows-what looking for a place to go off.  That’s why I’m able to write this letter now, ‘cause about an hour ago I blew up what was left of my boombox with lightning and then threw it away.  I feel perfectly normal now…though it does not seem normal to be writing those words, not at all.  “I blew it up with lightning?”  My God, what’s happened to me?

I appreciate your prayers.  Please keep them coming.  I can’t go to school or anything like this.  There’s too much risk of loosing control, but I’m learning.  Maybe someday it will just go away, but that doesn’t seem likely.  Until then, I have to learn to control it…without blowing things up.

-Ally

~~~

October 8

Dear Dad,

I definitely appreciate your prayers.  I think maybe God has answered them.

This morning a lady in a white business shirt knocked on my door out of the blue.  Before I could stop her, she was inside, looking at all this mess…but she didn’t seem surprised.  She just said, “Let me guess, bee problem?  There’s a lot of that going around.”  It was as if she knew about the bee dream and everything, about the voices, the powers…It was such a relief to have someone who understood.

She said she was recruiting for a secret organization called (you’ll laugh when you hear this one, but I’m serious) the Templars.  She said if I joined fighting against the a rising darkness in the world, harnessing my powers for good.  But the best thing she offered I think was a way to control them.  If I can control these powers, use them for something constructive (rather than trashing my apartment with them) that would be wonderful.

She gave me a letter with instructions on how to get to their headquarters.  She assured me that, if I joined, their organization would take care of the loose ends.  She did warn me though that other people might be attracted to my powers and they might not be “as accommodating” as the Templars.

The directions say to go to Ealdwic, one of the oldest quarters in London.  I’m going to go there tomorrow morning, as soon as I’m feeling alright…you know, no headaches, no lightning.  It may be a dead end with a pack of crazies—it certainly sounds crazy—but if they can help this nightmare end and put it to good use, it’ll certainly be worth it.

Keep praying for me!

Ally
~~~

October 10

Dear Dad,

Just writing to let you know how things are going with the Templars and my headaches and stuff.  Actually, I have some pretty good news.

I went down to Ealdwic in the morning, like I said I would in my last letter.  I went jogging, ‘cause I was still feeling a little headachy (but not quite lighting-from-hands kind of headachy).  Anyway, they have this whole part of the city under police cordon, but a police detective named Shelley let me through.  She wasn’t too pleased to hear I was going to the Templars.  It seems she blamed them for a lot of the crazy that was going on, and she referenced the Tokyo incident, the subway bombing near Orachi Tower (I’m sure you’ve heard of it; it’s been all over the news here for weeks).  She told me, “That’s what happens when your new crowd lets things get out of hand.”  But she did say I would be safe in Ealdwic.

I didn’t believe her about Orachi Tower at first, but maybe there’s something to it.  The news has been saying it was a bomb or a biological agent released in the subways, but there’ve been scattered reports of civilians in the subway fighting armed Orachi Security personnel.  I never put much stock in those reports (though I’m sure you would have), until yesterday.  There was a strange man speaking down by the subway…excuse me, the tube station, here…and while I was listening to him my headaches suddenly got worse and I passed out.  I had another strange dream, like I was in the Tokyo subway after the bombing and there were tentacle infested zombies fighting guards like the rumors said and everything…I guess it’s like you always said, maybe there’s more to our world than meets the eye.

I’ve found that true a lot since yesterday.  I met with the Templars.  They have a big citadel here called Temple Hall, almost like a palace, really.  It’s huge!  You were right about one thing, they’re not the Knights Templar, they’re a separate organization.  They do see themselves as crusaders, though, fighting darkness in the weird places where it breaks out, in the Secret World.

They’ve definitely helped me.  A nice man named Richard Sonnac is in charge of all the new recruits and he had me go to the Crucible.  It’s a big room that looks like a cross between a shooting range and a red-carpet club, but it’s specially reinforced somehow.  I couldn’t wreck it if I tried…and I did.  Brigadier Lethe is in charge there and he keeps this classical music playing ALL THE TIME!  I tried to fry a speaker, but my magic didn’t do anything to it.

That’s what they’re calling it, by the way, this power: my magic.  Lethe explained it.  “It’s martial magic, none of that fairy stuff,” he said.  He said it allows me to manifest “anima,” my lifeforce in the physical world, to either destroy or to heal.  Apparently there’s no way to make the power go away—Lethe just laughed at that—but I can learn to control it.  He had me blasting some targets with magic for a few hours yesterday.  Last night, I just slept in the Crucible, but I didn’t have any headaches.  Today, he wants to show me how to use weapons to channel my magic.  Hopefully, that will give me better control.

Thanks for the prayers,

Ally

~~~

October 13

Dear Dad,

Just wanted to let you know how I’m doing here at Temple Hall.

Brigadier Lethe is a tough cookie, big muscular man with a brace on one leg and a patch over one eye.  Whatever managed to injure him like that must have been pretty tough itself!  He’s fair, though, and once I got over his rough manner I found him kind of nice.

The second day he had me working with some wicked looking brass knuckles—you would not want to have one of our sparring matches with me wearing those!  I was still doing a lot of damage just by punching the things, but Lethe said some of that was due to my magic too, and that I could use my magic to heal myself as I fought.

By the way, I don’t want you to freak out or anything, but we use live targets here, for realism, Lethe says.  They’re Rakshasa, some kind of evil spawn, big humanoid creatures, no eyes, leathery skin, more muscles than anything has a right to…I know, I know, Rakshasa are supposed to be a myth: well, apparently they’re real, they’re really tough, vicious, immune to pain, and the Templars have a lot of them captured and chained up for target practice.  It grossed me out at first, but Lethe says it’s more realistic…and if there really are things like this out there that may come after me, I know I’ll need realistic training.

Anyway, the day after that he let me use an assault rifle, an AK-47.  That was a lot of fun.  Took me back to going shooting out in the hills with you, though it’s not quite the same.  You see, the first time he had me shooting I fired off about thirty rounds—impressed Lethe with my accuracy—and then I handed the gun back to him for a new clip.  “What are you givin’ me that for, keep shooting,” he said.  “But it’s empty,” I told him.  “It was empty when I handed it to you, girl,” he said.  “You’ve been firing all this time on an empty clip…You ain’t been shooting them with bits of lead, you’ve been hitting them with your magic, your anima.”

After that, I learned that I could use my magic a lot more reliably, just focusing on what I wanted it to do and nothing more, treating each spark like a bullet that would only go off if I pulled the trigger.  I’ve been back for three days straight, shooting like that for a couple hours each day, and the headaches haven’t come back.  Lethe says I’m good to go.

Of course, what does Lethe know, right?  You know whose opinion matters more?  Blizzard!  He’s back!  He found me in the room they gave me at Temple Hall and now he follows me all over.  Turns out Lethe is a secret cat lover, so he lets him stay around.  Blizzard won’t go near the Rakshasa, but he’ll sit and preen while I shoot.  Anyway, Sonnac said he wanted to see me tomorrow.  He says he has an assignment for me.  I don’t know if I’m sold yet on joining the Templar’s army, like they want me to, but I know I have these powers for a reason.  I want to use them for good and Sonnac says he can make that happen.  I guess we’ll see.

Your Daughter,

Ally

~~~

October 14

Dear Dad,

Just wanted to keep you up to date: I don’t know when I’ll next have a chance to write.  I’ve been assigned to go to Solomon Island, off the New England coast.

You’ve probably heard about it on the news, some garbage about an unusual weather system, then military maneuvers or a plague putting the island on quarantine.  There’s something more going on, though, something dark.  Sonnac doesn’t know what, but Solomon Island has a history with the Illuminati.  They’re a secret organization like the Templars only different in pretty much every way.  They’re reckless, Sonnac says.  They don’t clean up messes like the Templars do: they make some of their own, and Solomon Island may be one of those messes.

I’m to travel there through something called Agartha…not sure what it is yet, but apparently it’ll get me there quick.

Sonnac knows I’m writing these letters, and he’s actually encouraged it.  “Good for family ties,” he said, and apparently that’s good enough for him.  Templars are really strong on tradition and bonds of loyalty, so I guess it makes sense.  Anyway, since they don’t know what’s going on there, they can’t guarantee that I’ll get post.  I hope you understand.  I’ll try to keep in touch and I’ll see if these powers of mine can’t be used for good after all.  This will be their first field test.

Keep me in your prayers,

Ally

PS: After I finished this letter, Sonnac gave me a Send Box, a little wooden box only as long as an envelope and not much taller.  Mine has a white bird design on the cover and yours should have the same.  He said he’d make sure one got to you, too, but I’m not sure if he’ll be able to explain its operation.  According to Sonnac, you just open the lid, put something inside, and close the box.  Once it’s closed, whatever was inside is sent to the matching Box, no matter where in the world it is.  It should work even on Solomon Island…supposing I have a chance to write letters once I’m there.  Wish me luck!!!

Our office has been trying to ascertain the nature of this “Send Box” referenced in the letters.  We found no indication of it on the premises, but there was a package from an “R. Sonnac” in London.  The package had been opened and emptied, but its dimensions were an approximate match to the object described in the letter.  So far, our research shows a possibility that a Send Box could malfunction, creating a duplicate of its contents and sending them somewhere else entirely.  If so, it may be possible to obtain further copies of Miss Tyrel’s communiques without the knowledge of her or her father.  Our office hopes that this may give us greater insight into the whereabouts of both members of the Tyrel Family.

New Projects!

If you’re wondering about Dragon Hunt, unfortunately there is still going to be a delay.  I need a street crowd for this next page and I’m going to have to make them the hard way instead of just using flats (turns out it’s the flats that made the program crash this time.  Lovely).

Meanwhile, I have some exciting new things I’m working on!  Be distracted and amazed!

First, there’s my book, The Sword of the Princess.  It’s the story of a spirited princess whose kingdom is suddenly taken over by an evil empire.  She escapes with a band of knights and must somehow find a way to free king and kingdom.  The story has been on hiatus for a while now, but I am now ready to return for a final push to the end.  I am looking for beta readers for this, so if you’re interested, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

Second, I have entered the world of fan-fiction officially.  I have a profile on fan fiction.net where I’m called “Space Viking.”  I also have a fan fiction of the MMORTS game Astro Empires to put up there…once they have a category for it.  It will be exciting if they ever get around to answering my request to make one.

Third, I am learning Javascript and have figured out how to make a sort of adventure game out of it.  The game allows you to make binary choices throughout (left/right, attack/run, accept/reject, etc), but also includes a random factor to determine the results.  I’ll need some graphics, but I’m going to try and put together an adventure game and post it somewhere.  Maybe on Deviant Art.  We’ll see what works.

Fourth, and least practicably, I have an idea knocking around in the back of my brain about a series of stories involving Saint Barbara’s Catholic School for Girls.  Outwardly, it would be a typical catholic school, if being somewhat remote and having rather gothic architecture.  A tomboyish girl raised by her dad at their mountain cabin would be taken there after her father died, and she’d hate it at first.  Then, she’d be maneuvered into joining something called the Safety Committee.  As it turns out, the Safety Committee is not about making sure the building had enough emergency exits in case of a fire.  The Safety Committee at Saint Barbara’s is about protecting the school and surrounding area from monster attacks, and is made up of a collection of the school’s most dangerous gun-toting girls.  The whole thing, I think, really exists as an excuse to see a girl in a catholic school uniform blast some bug-eyed monster with a machine gun.  I’m not sure what the best medium for this sort of story would be.  Obviously, it would have to be episodic.  A visual medium (like a comic) would be a plus, but it would also obviously take time to put together…  Thoughts?