Development Hell (Lunar's Thinkcache)

[Lunar Origins]

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Alright, I'm not sure if this is completely allowed, but I never saw a rule against it.

This is a thread where I simply post my ideas and things. As of now my computer is being completely unreliable in terms of saving data, so I feel that keeping it on an online source would be quite nice while still having the ability to have people read it and give me tips. I know this might sound stupid to some people.

Also, it would allow me to compile all of my works in one thread, and it would allow me to see myself improve as I venture forth into the wide world of writing. Oh well.

Here goes nothing, I suppose.

[u][i]Ideas[/i][/u]

[spoiler=Off on a Tangent]
“Time seemed to pass slowly in the Woods. Little creatures went about on their own business, not minding the changes that never happened. Nothing ever changed in this world. What happened one day always happened the next day. Here that was a simple rule, and nothing more. No agent of change could ever hope to disrupt the order set in the Woods. The rule held true from the beginning of time until the end of time, or so is told. Generations after generation come and go, generations after generation live and die, but at the end of the day it’s all the same.”
“And so the light shone on in those empty Woods, a light that came after darkness. A darkness that came after the light. A light after the dark. A dark after the light. Always in an endless cycle, free of disruption, pure in every way, shape, and form yet corrupt in any other. “
“But suppose an agent of change had entered this peaceful, dreadful world? A world full of nothing but repetition, a world so pure in such a corrupt way. Suppose that agent caused a ripple that would shake the very foundations of life that those Wooded Folk so dearly held on to. Suppose change happened. Suppose, against all odds, all laws ever set into place that something happened against the natural order. A disruption, a corruption. An anomaly that breaks every law ever thought to be right.”
“Such a thing exists, but is it in itself part of the laws, but do we reject it? Do we leave it be, to fester in its own supposed terror? Is its terror really such a bad thing? Is change something that must be rejected, something to be left to its own accord? Is change such a beast that we may never trust it, always sticking with our own ideals while regressing back to our own haven? Our own Woods, always there for us? Are we there simply to reject that agent of change, to simply keep it at bay while we watch our own world curdle up and die?”
“If so, we’re changing the way nature works without our realizing it. We’re changing the world without changing the world. Is this right? Is this the thing that we were created to do? To prevent the change of one thing in order to change another fate; our own demise? Is this devil we speak of, change, directly linked to our doom, our end, or epilogue? Do we prevent the change in order to change ourselves, change everything around us? We do. The fact of the matter is that we are always changing, always adapting. In this case, we’re adapting to the lack of change. But if we were to change that, then how would we change ourselves? Would we adapt to the change, or would we die because of it?
“Death. What a funny word. We fear death because it embodies the one thing we can’t stand ourselves; the change! Death is a huge change. Death is the unknown. Change is the unknown. How do we know what the future holds for us when we must deal with the barrier that is death? How do we defeat death, how do we defeat the change held in store for us at the end of our pitiful existence?”
“We simply can’t. We simply can’t, and that’s the matter of the fact. That’s how things are, and we can’t change that.”
Claps as the boy finished his speech. Smiling, he walked back to his chair in the front. Sure, the subject matter was odd, but that was to be expected in the Academy, was it not? Another person up to the stand. The boy was bored by this one’s speech, who stumbled through her words and failed to follow up with a smooth tone. Too many upsets. Too many mispronunciations. Claps. Another up to the stand. It was simply boring! But the boy had to deal with it. He had done his part. He had bored them with his ill prepared speech. It wasn’t even written by his own hands. The simply nature of these speeches was to measure the ability of one’s speaking skills, of their projection. Of their ability.[/spoiler]
Off on a Tangent: This was written during history class. I was extremely bored at the time and felt like barfing words into notepad.

[spoiler=Necromancy]The air in the Room of Tests was uneasy. Of the ninety-six people gathered here, only three would move on to the next area. Only three would be allowed the chance for glory, the chance for riches, and the chance for a better life. Many of those gathered were human; the rest were elves. The two different species had separated themselves into two different groups. One group on the left, one group on the right. An air of hatred seemed to fill the space between the two. Elves and humans never had got along. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for one to go to war with the other.
Of these two species, though, only two seemed to get along with each other.
“So you got in.” Exclaimed the human.
“Of course I did. Expect anything less of me, Rush?” The elf was far taller than the human and had to bend down to keep at eye level. “I’m Kirst the Red. Nothing can stop me from getting what I want!” His mock heroic tone pulled a laugh out of Rush. “And, of course, I couldn’t forget my sidekick.” Kirst added.
“Oh, stop it.” Rush said. “You know well enough that everyone else in this room has just as much of a shot at this as you do.” She took a seat against the wall. From where she was sitting, humans across from her would think that she was aligned with the elves. Well, for the most part, she was.
Kirst pulled his sleeve up and looked at a watch-like object on his arm. It was flashing red.
“Rush, I think it’s time for us to go.” Kirst extended his hand out to Rush and pulled her up.
“I was just getting comfortable…” Rush said under her breath.
“Save it for later. You’re going to have to save your breath for the test.”
“Right.”
They shuffled through the Elvin crowd, making their way to the exit. In comparison to the gigantic size of the room itself, the door was quite small, only being tall enough so that Kirst could only fit through it is ducking his head down.
“Kirst,” Said Rush, who along with Kirst was being lead through the passage by a pair of armed guards. “what are your reasons for taking on the Barrow’s Test, again?”
“I thought that would go without saying.”
“I know, but I still can’t believe it. Important enough to convince me to drag myself out of my home for your cause, wasn’t it?”
Kirst laughed. “Yeah.”
They walked along the seemingly endless passage, the only sounds coming from the armed guard’s armor clanking with each step.
“Kirst, you know you can tell me here. The guards are deaf.”
“I know. I need to save my breath, too. We’d best be quiet anyways.”
“Fine.”
At last they came to the end of the passage. They were quickly ushered into another room by the guards, and the door was closed behind them. They were in the Testing Room. Across the large room sat three thrones, each occupied by a different figure. They were the last three necromancers to complete the Barrow’s Test, and would be the three to judge the pair’s abilities.
“Welcome to the Barrow’s Test. Why are you here?” Said the middle figure. He was hooded, his face concealed, but his voice was unmistakably male. His question was spoken with the utmost haste.
Kirst stepped forwards. “I have come here to learn the art of white necromancy, sir. I wish to tame death.” He stumbled across his words, nervously spilling them out.
“A noble cause. And you?” Asked the hooded figure, this time turned to Rush.
“I wish to purse the mastery of white necromancy as well, but I cannot, being a human… So I wish to learn the art of banishing.”
“So you say. You know what that entails, I assume?”
“No, I cannot say that I do.”
The hooded figure laughed. “I would think an aspiring Vanquisher would know the price to pay in order to learn this art.” He cleared his throat, and, as if reading from a script, said “A Vanquisher, in order to gain the ability to banish the souls of the dead, must sacrifice one of their five senses. The sense chosen is taken at random, but in place of that sense you gain another. This sense is known to you humans as Vanquish. To us, it is known as Vanngriir.”
Rush nodded. So she would lose one of her senses. If that was the price to pay for such prestige, then the decision was already made.
“Now, depending on your sense lost, your body will change accordingly.” The hooded figure’s gaze lingered over Rush and Kirst for a long time. Time seemed to ebb slowly, but eventually the two were dismissed from the room.
“Kirst, did we even get tested?”
“Rush, I believe we did. Now all we must do is wait for their judgment.”
And so they did wait in the lobby with the others. Rush’s being with the elves garnered looks from both sides, none of them being particularly friendly.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with your own kind?” Kirst asked.
“Of course not. They’re not half as interesting as the elves.”
This snatched a laugh out of Kirst. “If all elves were as interesting as you, then we’d have a serious problem.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Hours passed, with groups of two being shuffled through the door. Eventually the testing was over, and everyone was told to leave. Sighing out of disappointment, the pair made their way to the exit, only to be stopped by a guard.
“You two. You have passed. Go there.” The guard said, sounding entranced. He pointed to the door they had been led through before.
Kirst’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “A-are you serious?” He said. He turned to Rush. “We passed! Rush, we passed!”
Rush was stunned as well, but the pair was ushered towards the door before either was allowed to say anything else. Time seemed to pass slowly through the passage. It seemed to trickle away with each step. They couldn’t believe that they were selected.[/spoiler]
Written during the same history class. Yeah, more boring stuff. I can never seem to get to the action-y parts of things.

If this thread is out of place or against the rules without my knowing, pleaspleaseplease lock it and let me know.

Peace out.

[KindredTether]

I somewhat enjoy these.

[Hydra of Ages]

I'm willing to allow it so long as it follows the same two-page content minimum as everything else does.

[Gabriel Maeso]

Off on a Tangent:
Really liked, rememebred me of some poems I read not long ago, and what could it be, who could be saying all of that is what came to my mind while reading it, very intriquing, I really liked it ^^.

Necromancy:
Very nice aswell, I liked both characters and the idea is very interesting, I hope I can get ot see more of it in the future.