^ Adalyn would climb through my laptop and strangle me in my sleep, like the little girl in "The Ring," if I neglected writing her book. What would go down if you and your MC were trapped together in an elevator for 2 hours and he/she knew that you were his/her author? What would you two discuss?
Helen: Link, for God's sake, write about one of us. Just one of us. You don't have to write about all of us. Omar: You have a gift, Link. Do not waste it. Heridon: You have experiences; experiences that people would want to know. You may not be Jewish and gay (or one or the other), but you are hearing impaired just like me. Amos: I'll never forget the day you read Louis Braille and got inspired to write about me. Do it. Don't give up. Mike: Okay, so I'm an outlaw and I was in no way inspired by Red Dead Redemption, but still, buddy...c'mon. Show some guts... Your MC has insombia. What does he/she do?
Write. Draw. Walk around and eat. Same stuff I do with my insomnia. I'm assuming almost everyone is familiar with Harry Potter, soo.....who would your MC rather be trapped in an elevator with for two hours, Dobby or Professor Snape? AND WHY???
<After I told them all who Dobby and Snape were> Amos: Dobby. I've been around pathetic old men who did nothing but feel sorry for themselves my whole life. This Snape character probably drinks himself to sleep every night. Harry is an orphan, so I completely relate to him. Is he blind also? Oh, okay, so he just needs glasses. Lucky guy... Heridon: Snape. Just to talk to him. Omar: Snape. I do have questions for him involving potions. Helen: Dobby. He's just...silly. Mike: Snape, so I can cap him in the knees with my trusty revolver. Your MC is planning to write his/own book in-universe. What is it called? What's it about?
Sawyer would probably write a melodramatic story based very closely on his life, with exaggerations of all the crappy things that've ever happened to him, ever. It'd probably be called something like "The Misadventures of Daniel Taylor", because he's not very creative. If it ever got published, people would probably mistake it for a comedy. If your MC could choose to live in any period in time, in any place in the world, when/where would they choose and why? What would they do there?
Julia: "I would probably go back to the wild west era and see just how though those guys are. I can bring my own gun, right?" Ariana: "I wanna be a pirate, cruising the open sea, looking for sunken treasure, fighting sea monsters and climbing into the legends? I would love to!" Caitlin: "Except it's buried treasure, not sunken treasure." Ariana: "What if they are buried on the bottom of the sea?" Caitlin: "Huh... buried, I guess. I mean they are under water, but buried." Ariana: "What if they are buried at the bottom of sea, but a part of it sticks out?" Kayla; "Can I be a ninja? Please?" Julia; "Just don't start with the..." Ariana *interrupts*: "Can we get the pirate vs ninja discussion?" Julia: *finishes* "... pirate vs ninja discussion." *groans* Kayla: "Ninjas would win, easily." Ariana: "Nah, pirates are better. Guns vs swords? Easy choice." Kayla: "Actually, no, the pirate guns had only one bullet. If you miss, you need to attack me with a sword. Which I'm used to anyway, so I'll win." Ariana: "Not if I can bring Vincent with me." Julia: "Vincent?" Ariana: "Yeah, Vincent. My pet zombie squirrel." Kayla *groans* "Only you, Ariana... only you..." Your MC is working on an important project that has to be finished by tomorrow morning, and it's already close to midnight. Then they accidentally spill coffee all over it. What do they do?
Your MC is working on an important project that has to be finished by tomorrow morning, and it's already close to midnight. Then they accidentally spill coffee all over it. What do they do? Heridon: *^&&%!! $##@*!! $^!#))!! #%@%@!!!! <tries to clean up the mess but fails> ##@%!!!!! <tosses it in trashcan and goes to fume silently> Omar: I would have already gotten it done by then. Helen: Same here. Heridon, why did you wait until the last minute? Heridon: <glares at Omar and Heridon> WWYMCD if he/she found out they were shrunken to the size of a child?
WWYMCD if he/she found out they were shrunken to the size of a child? Sabby: "I'd go find Wee Man from those Jackass movies." Warden: "I'm afraid to ask." *plugs ears with fingers and mouths 'don't tell me, don't tell me, please don't tell me'* Sabby: "Well, he's hot..." Warden: "He's a little person Sabby! And he's probably half-insane anyways. Have you even watched those Jackass movies?" Sabby: "Yes. And anyways, who else would enjoy an equally little person who didn't suffer the same physical limitations that having short limbs causes? I'd rock that Wee Man's world." Warden: "Well, that's... ahhhhhh-aaaa! WHY did you give me that visual?" Sabby: *shrugs* "So what would you do if you were shrunk down to itty-bitty?" Warden: "Hide. From you... I don't know. Nothing different I supposed, though I'd have to seriously question why we were made into little people..." (Had I known that question would've brought out another disturbing preference in Sabby... *sigh*... Thanks Link...) What would your MC do if you made their world backwards? (Black is now white, or they're aging backwards, or what was once wrong was suddenly acceptable, etc.. Be creative )
What would your MC do if you made their world backwards? (Black is now white, or they're aging backwards, or what was once wrong was suddenly acceptable, etc.. Be creative ) Mister Charles B. Wilkins: They said that an old fat tavern guy like me couldn't possibly be of any use to capture thugs and other criminals. What was more interestin' was that little blind kid in the cellar with his little sharp brain. They was wrong. I've seen things, heard things and quite frankly, some of them were disturbin'. So disturbin' that I had to personally go set things straight. The blind kid may have brains, but I have more than he ever would. This is my story. Sandra Morrison: Instead of your protagonist being the Texan boy Heridon Copper who's contemplative most of the time, you have me, an eccentric, hyper Flordian girl! 8D Helen Chert: Imagine a story where I'm the villain. Imagine a story where instead of me trying to liberate a planet, I'm aiding in the systematic extermination of the entire Devonian species. Mike Wolfletter: I am no outlaw. I'm a humble priest, a servant of God and the people. Though that doesn't stop me from taking my pistol out if my flock is threatened... What is your MC's greatest fear?
What is your MC's greatest fear? Bentley: "Well, as an undercover cop, my biggest fear would be if the gang found out. But it also depends on which gang member. I mean, lower on the totem pole is easier to make disappear. But the Boss, Chale? F**k dude, I'd probably try and kill myself before he got to me. You want to know the stuff of nightmares? Just watch Chale work an interrogation, or be told 'no'. A rat? A cop rat, like me? Yeah... I'd rather fling myself off the tallest building head first." Taren: "Well, there's always the possibility of one of the outer walls imploding and everyone in the vicinity getting sucked out into space... That doesn't scare me nearly as much as... Well... living. I think death is a cheat. A way of taking the easy way out. It takes guts to keep going, to keep living, and to make the best of that life. I'm always terrified..." Warden: "Honestly? My biggest fear is... getting in an accident or something that causes me the loss of my hands, or some injure that makes me paralyzed. I love working cars, I love building things. I'd wither and die inside if I lost my mobility and dexterity." *shivers* Sabby: "Pfft. Fear. It's about as useless as pity. Fear increases your chances of fatality. You freeze up with fear, you're the deer in the headlights seconds away from impact. You let fear cloud your mind, and you might as well lay down and die. It's useless. The best thing to do is use fear. Like improvising. You can use that rock to bash someone's brains out. You can use that paperclip to jab into someone's eye and make your escape. Knee to the groin, biting, pulling hair, whatever. Fear... Fear I turn into adrenaline. My hands start to shake? I use them- punch, slap, jab, slice and dice. My ankles get wobbly? I use them, to run like hell. Fear is the ultimate downfall, and I never fall." Your MC is put in a life-or-death situation, and they chose life- why?
Mike Wolfletter: You're kiddin' right? Why the hell would anyone choose death unless they really did wanna die? Let me tell you somethin'. When you're in a fight against me, there's only one way it'll go down: One of us will die and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me! Amos: You can't just say that we choose life, Marranda. You don't know us. What if one of us actually did want to die? What if we knew the situation was hopeless, but by our death, we could at least give whatever we're protecting a chance? Your MC is in an argument with your other MCs. Explain how it happens in detail.
Adalyn constantly fights with her mom before the events of the story, because her mom is the overbearing type who wants Adalyn to be a certain way -- popular, trendy, fashion-forward, preppy etc -- and Adalyn is the polar opposite. If she had a fight with her friends during the main events of the story, it'd be over tactical decisions -- where to go, how to pull off something dangerous, what to prioritize, etc. What would your MC do if he/she was locked in a haunted house alone for two consecutive days and nights without ANY supplies?
Sawyer would spend the first day running in a blind panic away from every little thing that moved. After a while he'd finally get fed up, grab the nearest blunt object, and just swing at everything that came his way. Right now, at whatever point they're at in their story, your MC is ambushed by a horde of zombies. They can only defend themself with whatever they have on their person. How screwed are they?
Adalyn's got a knife, so she should be okay, at least for a while. She's been journeying through dangerous territory, so she and her friends are all armed. Your book gets published, and the publisher sends you on a book-signing tour to bookstores across the region. However, your fall deeply ill, and your MC must take your place. How does he/she handle the book tour?
Your book gets published, and the publisher sends you on a book-signing tour to bookstores across the region. However, your fall deeply ill, and your MC must take your place. How does he/she handle the book tour? Amos: Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! *takes out a brailler alphabet thing where you punch holes into with an awl* Let's see...written by Amos Garnier hmself! Heridon: <has the lot celebrate college style> Omar: <lectures about the history of writing> Helen: <handles it well, like me> Mike: <secretly cons everyone into joining his gang> Your character is in danger! Describe in FULL DETAIL from start to finish!!
... I CALL DIBS ON THIS ONE! Alright, so Tanner is cornered by a small drake, basically a miniature dragon. The drake has been looking for a chance to snap at Tanner, and after he slipped and left the drake's cage open, Tanner was sent to hunt the thing down. Unfortunately, he knew the creature well, but just not well enough to predict it ambushing him. Leo's gone off scouting ahead for it, specifically in the skies, and Tanner had, in desperation, blocked a nasty chomp with his blade. The strong ivory teeth of the drake easily shatter it, and now Tanner is unarmed in the middle of the woods, cornered against a small thicket of trees. He has no tricks up his sleeve, and help is far from nearby. So, with an amazing burst of adrenaline, he charges at the drake, then jumps behind its maw, almost getting his arm ripped off in the process. He locks the drake's mouth shut, and holds on. It's small enough that he doesn't have to worry about it picking him up, but it's still got some power in the neck and mouth. He holds on until the drake tires itself out, and only when the creature is collapsed on the ground unconscious does he dare to reach into his pack and pull out a rope. He makes a makeshift leash and starts to direct the creature back to the house, when Leo shows up. "Oh, so I see you found him." "Well, more so he found me. Put up a nasty fight, even broke my sword." Leo looks back. "Did you get the pieces?" Tanner pats the pack. "Every last shard. I'm just lucky he didn't swallow a piece. Father would have both our heads if he found one of his drakes was bleeding internally." That was fun to write. Your MC is having a nightmare. What do they dream about? And don't be skimpy with the details!
The ship was burning. The very thing Commander John Torrington called home...was now a death trap. The fire was blinding, the heart immense. His lungs burnt as he breathed the smoke that clouded his vison. "Helen!" he coughed as he made his way around the fallen bits of metal that was once the ship's doorway. "Helen! Where are you?" Oh God, please...please...not again....not like this... He heard screaming...agonized screaming. Worst, it was the sound of a woman. That's her...God, that's her! Move legs! Move damn it! Hands outstretched, feeling his way, John tried to move forward, but every step became more and more slugglish and the screams increased...and increased. Wow, you're a failure at being a hero. Couldn't save your parents when you were a child, couldn't save your wife and daughter when you were a younger man, and now you can't even save your girlfriend. The words...the cruel words were his own. He felt hot tears running down his cheeks. Looking down, he realized with horror that his legs had fused into the metal grating. He looked up, his heart froze. There was Helen, on fire, stumbling about, pawing for release...for relief. "Help me! Help me!" she was crying. See? There she is, your Anglo-American girlfriend on fire. What a concept. You're no hero. After all, if you were, if you had the strength, you'd have rescued them all. John unclipped his gun from his belt. His heart ached at the thought of what he had to do, but he couldn't bear to watch Helen suffer. He aimed it at her and pulled the trigger. A sickening crunch told him the bullet had peirced her armor, killing her dead before she could fall. He dropped the gun. How could this happen? He didn't care anymore. He didn't want to fight. Suddenly, he felt arms wrapping themselves around his torso, hands grabbng his wrists and throat. With horror, he knew who they were. With a wordless scream, he was pulled down into the fire, into the black oblivion. (wow, that was fun to write...) Your MC has a wonderful dream. What is it? Explain in detail!!
Sawyer bent low over his homework - an advanced trigonometry assignment that he completely and totally understood. When his bedroom door burst opened, he didn't flinch, but turned very coolly to see who had interrupted his studies. Benji stood in his doorway, soaking wet. "It's raining," said Benji. "Okay." Sawyer didn't feel the slightest bit uneasy at his friend's statement. There was absolutely nothing strange or suspicious about Benji now. In fact, he gave off an air of being intensely normal. "It's raining chocolate syrup." Benji was covered in chocolate syrup. When Sawyer looked out through his window, he saw that it was, indeed, raining chocolate syrup. He thoughtfully stroked his incredibly manly beard. With a single stroke of his pencil, he completed his absurdly complex homework assignment, then strode out of the room without a word. Benji lingered behind, in awe of how cool he looked. The courtyard in front of the dormitory was filled with lots of dancing and happiness, and also chocolate syrup. Sawyer could see it through the opened door, as he strode down the long hallway - quickly, but not too quickly, like he was overy eager or anything. In fact, Sawyer felt pretty indifferent about the situation at hand. So what if the heavens were raining down delicious chocolatey goodness. There was no reason for alarm. Nothing ever alarmed Sawyer, ever. He crossed the threshold, head lifted and mouth opened, and woke up. (That was incredibly stupid. Sorry.) Someone says something to your MC, and they become more offended than they've ever been in their entire life. What did that person say, and why does it offend them? How do they react when this person says this?
"Oh, Adalyn, one day you'll grow up and learn to think on the same page as everybody else. Once you start thinking about boyfriends, and then you'll want marriage and children, and you'll learn that you really can't stay up til your own hours and spend all your free time writing your nonsense little stories and scribbling away in your sketchbook. You'll have real responsibilities to do, and you'll realize you'd rather spend your free time becoming mingled in society like everyone else. Enjoy it while it lasts." Adalyn does her own thing, in her own way, and would be extremely pissed if someone tried to imply she'll change when she gets older just to please someone else (whether an individual or a collective) What would your MC do if he/she was treed by a pack of snarling, hungry wolves?
Hmmm.... Kenthew Rennald takes the floor here. Kenthew Rennald: I'd use my magics to calm the hungry wolves; stop them from chasing me. I'd tame them to accept me as their- Helen Chert: Kenthew, I doubt that'll work. Your magics can't solve every problem we run into or else what's the challenge? You'll just be a walking, talking deux ex machina. Not only that, but your childish antics might be...annoying to the readers. You don't want to be Link the Writer's equivalent of The Scrappy, do you? Me: Actually, she has a point. Kenthew Rennald: <mutters a curse in the Devonian language> Helen Chert: I would try climbing a tree or, if that didn't work, kill some poor deer in the hopes the wolves see that and go after it rather than me. WWYMC do if he/she found out his/her relative died?
Sabby: "Do I get to pick which one?" Warden: *palms forehead* "I can't believe I'm related to you sometimes." Sabby: "What's so wrong with asking that? I mean, seriously, if this is a game, then I think I can ask the rules from time to time." Warden: "Just stop talking Sabby." Sabby: *crosses arms, taps foot* "No. And anyways, my reaction is wholly dependent on which relative died." Warden: "It would be..." Sabby: "It could have been worse. I could've asked if i could torture them before they die." *grins evilly at Warden* Taren: "As sad as this sounds, I'm totally OK with my family member passing away. it's not like I can do much about it up here anyways... Being eight Earth months away from Earth kinds limits your traveling abilities you know." Felix: "I never knew my parents, and never met any of my relatives, so..." Taren: "I didn't know that! How sad Felix, I'm sorry." Felix: "Don't be. I'm not." Bentley: "I'd drink myself into the hospital. Then maybe have myself committed. I'll I've got outside this f**ked up job and undercover s**t is my family, man. That's a f**king horrible thing to ask." *shakes head at Link the Writer* "I can't even think about something like that happening... I'm already depressed enough as it is. A**hole." What would your MC do if they suddenly found themselves in an underground cave? And what do they find in this cave? How do they get out (given if they want to get out)?
I'm sorry, Officer Bently. =( Omar: Ah, we're obviously in an old cave in the middle of Belgium! Companion of the Book: But sir! We have no maps and we're miles from civilization! Omar: Ah, do not worry, my companion. <grins> I can fix anything. What would your MC do if he/she fell in love with the MC of another book?
"If you're talking about Mikie boy, you can forget it. Not going to happen." Sabby said, pacing in aggitated circles. "Yeah, man, Sabby's mine- Oof!" "Sabby's no one's, Bentley, it would behoove you to remember that." Sabby went back to pacing. Bentley, rubbing his stomach, coughed into his hand to hide a smile. "I'll keep that in mind... But me? That Helen Chert looks like a keeper- AHH! Stop hitting me!" "Stop being an idiot!" Sabby told me she doesn't really care if Bentley hooks up with your Helen, she just didn't want him actually saying, (Which makes me think she really does care ). You allow your MC to describe their ideal mate (whether it be side kick or sould mate) in picture-perfect detail. Who, or what, do they describe?
Leon: "Ideal? I... uh... I don't know, I guess. I have no... frame of reference. At least not so far, in my life... Someone I could confide in? Feel vulnerable with, but.. comfortably so? This isn't a good question for me. Sometimes I feel like I could fall in love with anyone, but that I never will. That I can't... Someone who belays that, maybe..?" Franz: "Eh, someone I can wax philosophical with perhaps, and who can enjoy a nice, hard drink once in a while. Someone with lovely joie de vivre. Who can give me a run for my money in a debate, and is remotely as impassioned about the bigger things as I am. Someone free of the convenient complacency of the malignantly myopic enclavists... Oh, voluptuous hips, full lips and heaving breasts are always nice, of course, but not requisite. But more than anything, someone who can accept the inevitability of our diverging paths in life, and savor the good memories... and let me go when the time comes. That would be pretty ideal." Gareth: "Charlotte was ideal by any standards. Brilliantly so. She was the light of my life, the world to me... all those romantic platitudes seemed so trite to me for so long, until I actually fell in love. I just wish... she was still here." Armada: "It would be cruel of me to even think of being with a girl at this point in my life, let alone a "soul mate". I have enough trouble taking care of my sister... I don't know. Maybe when this is all over, when I never have to fight again... Uh, a genuinely kind and altruistic girl? Someone untainted by the savagery and heartlessness I've know all my life... who can see past what it has done to me, the person it has made me. A girl I can... change for, in some way? Look toward the future with? A future that... well, not that I can ever forget the past, but... a new chapter in my life, when this is all over. When the only home I've ever known and fought for for so long will be a good place to settle down... raise a family maybe... Anyhow. Nothing I can expect in my lifetime... Doesn't really help to muse over it, I gue---" A shrill battle-klaxon begins to roar *Grimaces and sighs* "Yeah..." *Grabs Kalashnikov and exits the barracks to the sound of a distant firefight in the streets* MC's loved one has signed up for a dangerous mission from which they may very well not return, despite MC's impassioned protests and attempts to convince them otherwise. They have one day left before said loved one leaves, how do they spend it together?
MC's loved one has signed up for a dangerous mission from which they may very well not return, despite MC's impassioned protests and attempts to convince them otherwise. They have one day left before said loved one leaves, how do they spend it together? Helen Chert: Don't tell me, Link. John Torrington and I have sex, which occurs after the end of a very romantic day involving a tour of Venice, Italy while drinking cocktails, eh? Me: How do you read my mind, Helen? Helen Chert: I exist in your head, Link. Whatever you come up with, I and every other damned character you've created know. So, basically we have sex and he leaves. I assume that he gets killed and nine months later I give birth to a baby boy and name him...Will Torrington? Then decades later, Will Torrington is the commander of a new starship thus leaving you room for a new sci-fi series about my son? Me: Okay, first of all, John isn't the guy's name anymore. It's Archie. Second of all, the both of you are in this potentially suicide mission. Helen Chert: But he does die? And we do have sex before this? Come off it, boy. That's pratically a gaurantee that it'll happen! It's happened in countless other sci-fi stories, so who's to say it won't happen now? Me: Well, what if I didn't want to do that? Helen Chert: It will. Anyway, I actually do want to explore Venice, Italy someday... Your MC wants to be in a different role. Explain in detail.
