The Great Wasabi's Stories!

[GreatWasabi]

Well, there's no "Literature" section, so I just posted under "Artwork". Writing is part of the arts anyways. :D

Does anyone feel like reading some of my scribbles? They'd probably make a great DOOM mod...but they're really good for reading, too.

[Wicked Anime Kid]

heck go ahead i'll read them:D (and i need some inspiration for my maps too so fire away when ready:D)

[GreatWasabi]

This is my main story project...


2157 AD- The event history calls "The Apocalyse" occurs. In less than
oneminute, the human race nearly exterminated itself in the most furiousnuclear war ever known.

2478 AD- Three hundred and twenty-one years and three alien races later,Man has rebuilt his empire from the ashes of the Old World, and had finally
"gotten his act together". No longer a meglomaniacal, conceited
conquerer,humanity is a protector of the universe, sworn to defend the right to be of all peaceful beings. Led and guarded by the famous Alliance Military,
Man is one of the most feared races in the universe, and he stands watch
over
it.

And then it happened. They arrived without warning, killing everything
intheir path, and slaughtering all life, not just human, beyond New
Earth.

They are the Seranids; a vicious, bloodthirsty alien species whose sole
mission in life is to annihilate every other living being in the
universe. Unfortunately for them, they have found a great enemy in the race of Man, who is now hungry for vengeance...

Driven by rage for the wrongs done him by these invaders, propelled by
his righteous mission, and armed with a incredible will to survive, Man
sets off to battle this newfound foe. He will not only face the Seranids on his own planet, but on theirs as well, half a universe away.

However, there is more to this war than meets the eye. It will become a
war between the greatest good and the greatest evil, where Humanity and the Seranids are but mere pawns in a battle that will decide the fate of all existence...

[Wicked Anime Kid]

Good story:D

[DooMMooD]

noice

[FATAL]

basic story I would say, a bit too basic. Add some extra stuff to it. And no things like enemies ally against greater enemy. I think it's pretty naive. Remember, if I like the story then it has to be pretty good! Well I don't like this one too much...

[GreatWasabi]

Well get then take off. It's just a PREMISE. I already have more designs and ideas than I have room for in my house. I have so many characters I'm having to cut most of them out. You haven't even read the story, so don't judge it. Just because YOU don't like it doesn't mean it's no good.

[FATAL]

Well get then take off. It's just a PREMISE. I already have more designs and ideas than I have room for in my house. I have so many characters I'm having to cut most of them out. You haven't even read the story, so don't judge it. Just because YOU don't like it doesn't mean it's no good.

Hey, hey, man! Stay cool! I just said my opinion from the stuff you wrote there before. I didn't mean to be mean on this one, just to say that there are many things like that already made. But if you have some neat extras in your pocket then it'll probably be some better than bad ;). Well you know, this remined me of those stories that just have aliens to eliminate humanity. It MAY be good if it has some depth more than "Wooo! Our hero destroyed the alien leader, we may rejoice!!!" I'm sick and tired of those ones. If your story makes an execption, I promise to give you some verbal credit for your work :D!

[GreatWasabi]

It's not a "our hero destroyed the alien leader, everyone lives happily ever after except those damn aliens" stories. It'll be a great story, lots of character development, and the "good guys" don't always win, a phenomenon that the West has become so used to. There will be plenty of controversial content (controversial=interesting :D), but that content is used in a manner that I'm well aware of how "basic" the storyline may seem, but every single person who has read it has become hooked. There is much more behind it than most people think. If you want, I'll post a few exerpts that I wrote, maybe some character descriptions. I know this will seem majorly geeky, but I designed the entire world that the story takes place in, down to the cars people drive.

[FATAL]

It's not a "our hero destroyed the alien leader, everyone lives happily ever after except those damn aliens" stories. It'll be a great story, lots of character development, and the "good guys" don't always win, a phenomenon that the West has become so used to. There will be plenty of controversial content (controversial=interesting :D), but that content is used in a manner that I'm well aware of how "basic" the storyline may seem, but every single person who has read it has become hooked. There is much more behind it than most people think. If you want, I'll post a few exerpts that I wrote, maybe some character descriptions. I know this will seem majorly geeky, but I designed the entire world that the story takes place in, down to the cars people drive.

Sounds very good! Could I just have a read through it? I could give you some constructive comments about it (yes, even if you didn't believe it, I can be constructive too sometimes!). Your story seems to pass my "ordinary story" test very well! Congratulations about that ;)

[GreatWasabi]

By read though it, post it or e-mail it? What parts do you want to read first?

[FATAL]

By read though it, post it or e-mail it? What parts do you want to read first?

I could like it as a doc through EMail. If you could do that I would be most grateful!

[GreatWasabi]

Well, if I could get your e-mail, that would help. :D

[FATAL]

Umm... It's in my profile isn't it?

EDIT: Oh yeah, I noticed that you can't send attachements that way. Oh well, I think you should send some stuff to fatal_1337@(hotmail.com) It may change in future though

Don't care about ( )s in the email, they're there to prevent spam

[GreatWasabi]

I tried it with the brackets, but my e-mail wouldn't let me send it. Death kill all. :D I'm busy...so busy...I should post bits of stuff for everyone to read.

[FATAL]

It's alright. Just tell us when you're finished with your story so that we can read it!

[Wicked Anime Kid]

Wasabi, quit talking and start posting sum stories man;)

Keep it comming:D

[GreatWasabi]

You spelled "some" and "coming" wrong. :D Sorry, I can't help it. I was brought up to always spell words correctly, so I'm fussy when people make mistakes. Just ignore me,

Here's a couple of exerpts from the story so far. Without the character list, they're somewhat useless, though...the title is bound to change. Need to...create...new title...

An Exerpt from "Invasion"

(NOTES: These correspond to the bracketed numbers in the text, after terms you likely won't know.

1- GFS- acronym for "Galactic Federation Ship".

2- SmartGun- A specialized Terran forces weapon designed to track non-Terran heat signatures, and dispatch them with a powerful 100 mm Pulse Cannon.

3- SFAR-9- Production name for the "Psycho Bomb", a shoulder-launched cluster missile designed to heavily saturate the target with widspread damage.

4- Mitsubishi R1-A2- A deadly hover-jet gunship with the uncanny ability to float through the air like a helicopter via powerful turbojets mounted thoughout its entirety. Its primary armament is a fore-mounted MiniGun, several rocket pods of Hellstormer armour-piercing missiles, and a number of multi-role weapons.

5- LDA (acronym for "Long Distance Assault")- A heavy artillery unit built to fire shells over enormous distances, with frightening accuracy.)



"We will drop on Varien whether you think it's a good idea or not," said Atsuko Hiriku, the Alliance's Secretary of Defense. "The planet is a very valuable piece of property. The resources there are more than enough to sustain the Alliance, and in enemy hands, the planet is a nearly impenetrable stronghold. It must be taken at all costs." Lieutenant Commander Briggs stood up in anger. "There's no goddamn way we can take that hellhole! Those lousy alien maggots dug themselves in good! We can't even use our stupid-ass fancy gadgets to find 'em!" Atsuko sighed. "Yes, unfortunately, due to Varien's incredibly thick atmosphere, we have been unable to scan the drop zone. We fear it may have been sabotaged. We'll have to watch ourselves down there. Once our forces make planetfall, the atmosphere will cut off all communications, both to and from the surface. They'll simply have to make the most of it. The mission objectives will have to be completed within a set period of time to ensure a complete extraction within 72 to 96 hours of landing. Otherwise there will be no escape for them." She proceeded to turn on a large holographic projector, which displayed a large green grid in the shape of a sphere. A holographic label above the shape read "VARIEN". Atsuko pointed to a pulsing red dot. "This is the drop zone, approximately 25 kilometres from the equator. It lies in a geographic area known as Felwith Narrows. The Narrows were the delta for the massive river that once ran out of Mons, here," she pointed to a blue dot at one of the poles, "which, if you remember from your high school days, was started by the impact of a small asteroid in the northern pole. The Narrows have since dried up, and become a perfect area to set up a base of operations." Briggs sneered, and the others in the room stared him down. "Why the hell is in in a freakin' river bed?" he asked. "Because," Atsuko said, matter-of-factly, "that is the only flat, solid piece of land left on the entire planet." And that was enough to shut Briggs up. "At 0900 hours," Atsuko began, "the 23rd Battalion will depart from the troopship GFS(1) Ananassis, and head to the drop zone. We expect to lose communications two to three minutes after they hit the atmosphere. After that they're on their own." One of the observing generals, a Canadian by the name of Montrain, asked, "and just what the hell are they going down there with? And just how do you plan to take the whole planet from Felwith Narrows?" Major General Kaneshiro stood up, pushing his chair back roughly, and taking his large Cuban cigar out of his mouth. "I'll answer that," he said gruffly. "The 23rd is going down there with 45 fully armed heavy assault squads, 20,000 men apiece, including flamethrowers, SmartGuns (2), SFAR-9s (3), some tactical nuclear weapons launchers, and just for kicks, we threw in a handful of chemical weapons teams. Plenty of armoured units, and as many Mitsubishi R1-A2s (4) as we could cram into the space left over, along with some artillery, mainly LDAs (5)." Montrain's eyes narrowed. "You didn't answer how in hell you're going to liberate the entire planet from that one area." Kaneshiro waved him off. "I was getting to that. Our last reconaissance team that entered the area reported a large amount of stiff resistance near Felwith Narrows. Large abundances of types of Seranids we've come to associate with colonies." Montrain froze. "You mean Felwith Narrows is almost on top of a COLONY?" Kaneshiro nodded. "The largest colony on the entire planet is located less than one kilometre due east of the Narrows. If we can bust it open, we have a much better chance of taking back the entire
planet."

Here's a little exerpt that describes the appearance of Felwith Narrows after the initial battle between the Terrans and the Seranids...

An Exerpt from "Invasion"

A figure stumbled in a daze across the tortured landscape of Felwith Narrows. Kimiko, now suffering from the early stages of dehydration, had lost sight of the last group of Terran soldiers, and now wandered aimlessly among the charred wreckage of hundreds of machines of war, her feet periodically becoming stuck in the thick mud. After some time, she finally came upon the real battleground. A feeling of extreme nausea came over Kimiko as the one or two corpses here and there became dozens, then countless, amounts of bodies. The general scene was outright carnage. The fighting had been intense, and this intensity was apparent in every thing that could be seen, even the ground and sky. The sky was almost black with soot and smoke from all the fires and explosions that had erupted from the battle, as was the land. But that by far was not the worst sight. Kimiko continued to half-walk, half-stumble her way past the destruction, but as she arrived at a rather large pontoon bridge that connected the two sides of the Narrows over a still wide river, she came to a dead stop. Kimiko promptly fell to her knees and began to vomit uncontrollably. The river was no longer a river. It was jammed full of corpses, thousands of them, in various states of dismemberment. The water was deep red with the blood of the nigh countless amounts of people who had died there. Together with the blackened sky and land, it seemed the ideal visual interpretation of Hell itself. Kimiko managed to get hold of her nausea, and she she sat down in the road on a sheet of metal that looked like it was once a bullet shield for a half-track. She nursed her ill stomach, and looked around for any signs of help. She found none. There was no sound in this barren land; not even the distant sound of gunfire, or even a slight breeze. The sickeningly sweet smell of rotten flesh reached her nose, and she covered her face in desperation to cut it off from her senses. Even the ground reeked of death. Kimiko slowly got to her feet, covering her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her shirt. She stood looking at the bridge for a moment. It was totally deserted, caked with mud and tank tracks. Kimiko put one foot on the bridge, then the other. With no other sounds to distract her, she could hear every single movement she made. The hinges connecting the bridge sections creaked, and the pontoons banged together with an astonishing loudness. She shuffled slowly over, so slow she thought she might seize up. The bridge rocked up and down gently, and she was afraid she might lose her balance. She looked frequently at the crimson water, half expecting the multitude of bodies to leap up from their resting place to drag her screaming into their watery grave. Kimiko started to shake in fear. She crossed her arms, and tried to hum short songs to comfort herself, but it was futile. At about halfway over the bridge, her fear became so bad she ran the rest of the way across, and collapsed on the ground at the other side, gasping for breath. She would die here. She was certain of it. There was no escape. She had fallen straight into Hell. And soon she would join the others...

[FATAL]

Very nice, very nice indeed! If the quality of your story stays on what it is now, it'll surely be great!

Just one little thing annoyed me, the japanese names you have there. It may be just me sick and tired of this anime crap out there. If you can, please change the names.

Anyways, I like the style you write, it's just seems to fit perfectly in the scifi scene!

[GreatWasabi]

Well, I kinda have to keep the Japanese names now. I'm so used to them, so its hard to just up and change them. There's plenty of characters with non-Japanese names, too.

MORE STUFF!!!

These next few bits are mostly based around the characters, rather than situations.

An Exerpt From "Invasion"

NOTE: If you hate strong language, you might want to not read this. ^_^ I wonder if I'm going to get away with posting this...if you're a mod, and you read this, PLEASE DON'T BE OFFENDED! I'M SORRY!! :D


Sergeant Riken stopped Ayane as she was about to leave the mess hall. He spun her around so she was facing him, and gave her hell. "What's your problem, private? You got some grudge against everyone allova sudden?" Ayane looked up at him defiantly. "You chauvinist pigs don't think a woman would be any good in the military." She pointed to herself. "I lost everthing when those alien bastards nuked Naganasankai. My mom, my dad, my brother and sister. I've got a score to settle with those slimy pusbags. And you guys are just making it harder. You can't accept that a woman is just as tough as you are, so you try to make my life even more difficult." Riken crossed his arms. "Yeah, well you don't need to be such a bitch about everything. This is the military. It's always been a man's life. The guys usually get chewed out worse than you. Get the stars out of your eyes. The reason you catch all this bullshit from the guys is because you make such a fuss out of everything. You keep acting like everyone's out to get you. I don't have a problem with you, dammit. I haven't had a problem with women in the military for years. Don't think you're so hard done by. If I was making your life hard on purpose, you'd be too miserable right now to be putting up this garbage." Ayane's stance softened. "We've all got a score to settle with the Seranids," continued Riken. "Some people have more of a reason than you, so get in line." Ayane felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was breaking. Everything was beginning to slowly whittle her away, and she wasn't sure that she could take much more. She thought she could take life in the military, but maybe she had been a bit overconfident. Riken sighed. "Go take a walk, clear your head. We ship out tomorrow." Ayane said nothing, and ran away into the night.

Tsuji was taking a walk around the base walls, trying to cool off after the sweltering heat of the barracks. He couldn't figure out why they were so warm. Someone probably left the thermostat on, he thought. As he approached the main gate, he could see a figure running towards him. As he stopped to see who it was, the figure crashed right into him, and he almost fell right over. "Oof!" The fuigure let out a cry as he struggled to keep his balance. "What's the big idea-" Tsuji said angrily, looking down to see the face of the culprit. He found himself looking at Ayane. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. "Hey, what's wrong?" he said, and Ayane tried to run away from him, but he held her arms firmly. "What happened?" he said, concernedly.

Tsuji eased Ayane over to a group of empty ammunition boxes, and sat her down. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, but kept crying. Tsunji frowned, and looked around to make sure no one was watching them. "It's alright, I'm here. What happened?" Ayane continued to cry for a moment, and then she stopped enough to be coherent. "I-I can't take it anymore..." she sobbed. Tsuji raised an eyebrow. "Can't take what anymore?" She looked at him, and then looked away. "Everything. I should have never joined the Service. I can't do it. I'm just a woman, and I don't belong here. Some guy could have taken my place, and been a much better soldier than I am." Tsuji held her shoulders, and looked her straight in the eyes. "C'mon, you know as well as I do that you've come a long way from just being a regular person. I've never heard of any woman doing the things you have." Ayane looked at him sadly. "Like what? Be a big crybaby?" she said, sarcastically.
Tsuji smiled a little. "You've got better aim than any other woman I know. I bet no other woman's ever done the base obstacle course in thirty seconds flat." Ayane smiled weakly back at him, and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "You're such a sweetheart. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did before. I never even gave you a chance to explain your side of the story." She looked up at the sky, where thousands of stars were twinkling. "Goddammit, I hate myself. I just wanted people to pay attention to me. I wanted people to see that a woman could be as good as any man. I guess I was wrong." Tsuji put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I think you're pretty tough. You gave it your all, and you've more than impressed the whole platoon, maybe even the entire Service."

Ayane looked down, and her bottom lip trembled. "It's not just that," she whispered. "I can't take the sights, Tsuji. There's too much death. I can't bear to see any more people die. I've never seen so much blood...watching Deutshe die broke me." She began to cry again, and grabbed onto Tsuji firmly. "I don't want to die, Tsuji. I'm afraid. They'll kill us all. I wanna go home...I wanna go home and see mama..." She sobbed loudly, holding her head in her hands. "WHY DID SHE DIE?" Ayane screamed. "WHY DID THEY KILL HER?! WHY WON'T THEY JUST LEAVE US ALONE?! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO THEM?!" She threw herself onto the ground, curling into a ball, and shaking terribly as she wept. Tsuji lept to his feet, and knelt beside her. "You have to get a grip Ayane!" he said, taking hold of her arms. "We can't leave! Desertion means court-martial, and you know that! They'll hang you as a traitor!" Ayane screamed again, and pounded her fists on his chest. "I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU ALL!!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK THE SERVICE!!! FUCK THOSE ALIEN BASTARDS!!! I- " Tsuji shook her roughly. "STOP IT!!" he yelled, and Ayane fell silent, choking back her tears. Ayane pushed him away, and ran, far off into the night. "Wait!" Tsuji shouted. "Ayane!" But she was gone. Tsuji sat down on the grass, and stared blankly in the direction Ayane had run. "She's right," he whispered to himself. "The war is breaking us all. But what can we do?"

An Exerpt From "Invasion"

Tsuji awoke from an exhausted stupor. He stared at the bedside clock with bleary eyes. It was nearly eleven o'clock. He slid slowly out of bed, and slunk out of his room, heading straight for the kitchen. Hie throat was quite dry, and he figured a glass of water would fix that right up. The second he entered the hall, his ears were filled with the multitude of traffic sounds that accompanied each day. Tsuji kept meaning to purchase sound-proof windows for the apartment, but he never seemed to get around to it. Upon first entering the kitchen, he did not see anyone. He happened to notice Kimiko slumped over the dining room table when he passed by it to turn on the television. He looked at her for a moment, and his heart sank when he realized why she was asleep. Kimiko was surrounded by almost a dozen empty beer cans, one of which she still held in her hand, still half full, clasped tightly in her delicate hands. The reason she was sleeping so soundly was be cause she had passed out after a long night of drinking. Tsuji put his hand on her shoulder, and shook her gently. Kimiko roused quite slowly. She looked at him, and Tsuji's heart sank even farther. Her eyes were still red from crying, made worse from drinking. Her cheeks were crusted with dried tears, but she didn't seem to notice. Kimiko mumbled something, but the amount of alcohol in her blood was still so great it impaired her speech. "Oh Christ, Kimiko," said Tsuji, frowning. "Did you drink all night?" She nodded weakly. He sat next to her, and she immediately laid her head on his shoulder. Her surroundings were still shaky, and her vision was still quite blurry. "What the hell for?" Tsuji asked firmly. he put his arm around Kimiko to comfort her, but she recoiled from his touch. "Leave me alone," she managed. She reached out for the half-empty aluminum vessel of liquor, but Tsuji took it from her grasp. "You're killing yourself!" he shouted. "You never drink! You're damn lucky you didn't give yourself alcohol poisoning!" Kimiko looked at him with anger, and tried to stand up. She teetered on shaky legs for a moment, but promptly fell back into her seat. Tsuji walked over to the sink, and poured the remaining contents of the beer can directly into the drain. Kimiko saw this, and rose again, much stronger this time. "You bastard," she hissed, approaching him. "Why can't you people just leave me alone? I don't give a shit if I kill myself! I have nothing to live for, Tsuji! NOTHING! No one gives a damn what happens to me!" Tsuji, in a fit of frustration, grabbed Kimiko, and shook her roughly. "Get over yourself!" he yelled. He stopped shaking Kimiko, and she looked up at him, her eye welling up with crystal tears. "I give a damn about you," Tsuji said softly. Kimiko slowly began to cry, and she tore herself from his grip. "Why do you waste your time on me? she sobbed. Still under the influence of alcohol, she wobbled briefly, and grabbed onto a nearby wall for support. She stood still for a few minutes, trying to regain her balance. "I've been through too much shit to care about anything anymore," Kimiko said quietly. "You have to stop helping me. I'll only drag you down. I should have just done myself in while I was drinking-" Tsuji had had enough. "Stop it, goddammit! The alcohol is making you talk like this! She stood bleary-eyed , and pointed at him with her free hand. "Don't you tell me what to do!" she said loudly, in a visibly slurred tone. "I could have taken some a those anti-depressants, and it woulda been all over..." Her eyelids fluttered, and she fell forward in a deep swoon. Tsuji bolted forward in time to catch her, before she hit the floor face-first. She had reached the limit to which she could exert her slender, delicate frame, and she had fainted from the strain. Tsuji held her close, brushing her hair out of her eyes, and frowned. "Kimiko," he whispered, and held her close.