Title: Voodoo Chile
Posted: May 01, 2006 (01:02 PM)
Because it amuses me to do so, I'm going to put up a preview of an up and coming fanfic of mine's here. Realize that not a whole lot of people reading the blogs are fantasy inclined, but eh, maybe someone'll say something. I was writing fiction before I was writing reviews, and I want to stay sharp on both sides, you know? Yeah.
By the way, all this talk about the Wii has got me remembering when the Dreamcast was called 'the Katana'. Not that there's anything wrong with the name 'Dreamcast', but I always thought Katana was a badass name. It especially sounds cool when you put the word 'bitch' after it.
"Yo, man, where you going?"
"I'm going to go play with my Katana, bitch."
"Oh, alright. See ya."
On the flipside, with the Wii...
"Yo, man, where you going?"
"I'm going to go play with my Wii, bitch."
That'd be all to the conversation; someone would be getting their ass kicked after that. Meh.
Despite the coloring of Mars, Alba City rarely appeared red from an overhead view. The atmospheric simulators worked wonders; marvelous machines that pumped air and life into the dead world, made it a zombie planet of sorts. Good for humans to live. And struggle. And fight. And die.
All for his purposes, of course.
Scorpion couldn’t help but feel small as he surveyed the landscape, looking on from the roof of what had formally been the Red Dragon Syndicate’s headquarters. It wasn’t the city that made dwarfed him, though; no, if anything the city just emboldened him. He knew he could tame it, he knew he had the skill. The city was in shambles, the syndicates at war, weak men fighting for weak causes. A strong hand could take control of it all with minimal effort. Scorpion intended for that strong hand to be his.
The position of dominance, however, was considerably more daunting when Scorpion took into account the last one to hold it: Vicious. A man who ruled on pure fear and power. The dog that didn’t just bite the hand, but killed the master. The kind of great man that comes around in a rare while. Enviable.
The elevator behind Scorpion made a slight ring and sudden stop, followed by footsteps coming his way, but he didn’t bother to turn around. Simply Saguri returning from her tasks.
“I’ve returned, sir.” Her voice was thin; almost a whisper, almost a hiss. Alluring in a way, though Scorpion had not intentions on telling her so. “Our guests have arrived.”
“Oh? Good.” He nodded, but that was the only motion. “Saguri, come here for a moment, would you?”
A sigh from his subordinate. “Respectfully, sir, the dragon heads are busy and impatient men. The longer we keep them waiting, the less receptive they’ll be to your prepositions.”
“Don’t worry about that; I can be very convincing when I want to be.” A wayward gust knocked some hair in his eye, but he quickly flicked it away; the blonde didn’t go well with the landscape. “Come here. I want you to see this view.”
She walked up beside him and looked out, and it was only then that Scorpion bothered to glance her way. Seeing her dark hair flow in the wind, the thin strands blowing against her the smooth and slights curves of her face, gracing against the cheeks…she was a beautiful woman. Young as he was, he knew it. “It is quite nice.”
“Yes, it is.” He breathed the air in deep, what little of it he could get at that altitude. “Do you believe the dead are aware of our actions, Saguri?”
“Not being dead, I would not know for a fact, sir.”
He shook his head, chuckled. “Well, obviously. Give me your opinion. Please.”
Another sigh. “I believe that they look over us, contemplate, think. Envy.”
She looked down, towards him, a curse of his height. “Yes, envy. They wish to be alive again, experience life. Or re-experience, as the case would be.”
“That’s rather presumptuous of you to think.” He smiled, wry and small and devilish.
“In death, they’re free from life and all the pain it brings. No more suffering. No more caring. Maybe we should envy them.” He took one final look over the scenery, letting the image sink into his memory. “I’m ready. Let’s greet our guests.”
Posted: May 01, 2006 (06:58 PM)
"The Hot Chick Who Was Italian or Maybe Some Kind of Spanish" by Peter Griffin.
"Chapter one, Oh god, you should have seen this one hot chick. She was totally Italian...or maybe some kind of Spanish."
EDIT - This has been bugging me: what the fuck is your board avatar from? I already know/think your blog one is from that anime show Samurai Shampoo.
Posted: May 01, 2006 (08:33 PM)
My blog is Samurai Champloo, yes.
My board, though, is a character named 'Freddie' from an anime called Cromartie High. The show doesn't outright say it, but 'Freddie' is supposed to be Freddie Mercury, the singer from Queen.
Posted: May 01, 2006 (08:55 PM)
Oh. I'm the one guy in the world that doesn't like Queen.
Posted: May 01, 2006 (09:36 PM)
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Posted: May 02, 2006 (05:57 AM)
You know what needs a fanfic? Ghost in the Shell.
I'd do it, but I'm on hiatus and stuff. Get to bloody work!
Posted: May 02, 2006 (06:28 AM)
<_< Hiatus, huh?
But that's a thought, yeah. I did have some ideas for one that involved Batou...