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(nvm)

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I’ll be sure to post my first chapter here when it’s done. smiley

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We already have a thread for this and it has existed for some time.

http://lounge.moviecodec.com/topics/25353p1.html


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It’s.... inactive... straight

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NEREVAR117 wrote: It’s.... inactive... straight


Thats cause everyoine makes new topics, just like this one.


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firewolf81 wrote:

NEREVAR117 wrote: It’s.... inactive... straight


Thats cause everyoine makes new topics, just like this one.



Yes but that’s just fan fiction. This is writing in all it’s forms.

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Sean of the Living wrote:

firewolf81 wrote:

NEREVAR117 wrote: It’s.... inactive... straight


Thats cause everyoine makes new topics, just like this one.


Yes but that’s just fan fiction. This is writing in all it’s forms.


That is merely a title.

Contained within is a plethora of writing styles, amongst them, short stories, poetry and non fiction.


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Sean of the Living wrote:

firewolf81 wrote:

NEREVAR117 wrote: It’s.... inactive... straight


Thats cause everyoine makes new topics, just like this one.


Yes but that’s a fan fiction one and it’s pretty much out of use.



As will this one be in time. It will be forgotton, just like the poetry club and the other writing topics too.


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Maybe it’s just best if everyone just makes a topic for their story, rather then crowding it all up in a single topic.

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NEREVAR117 wrote: Maybe it’s just best if everyone just makes a topic for their story, rather then crowding it all up in a single topic.


The original idea of the fan fiction topic, was to give people a one stop location to source and read the stories and writings of Movie Codec members and it was stickied in respect to those who contributed their time and effort in writing such things.

It is understood that such writing take time and as such, the topic could indeed fall below the main page and in due time be lost to the murky depths.

This would not allow people to read their hard work. That is why the topic exists, to serve as a safe haven to the work and effort of the writers.

Perhaps an altrnative is to publish it on your account page.

I have no adversion to the creation of new topics for stories, howevr they will befall the same fate as all other inactive topics..unfortnatly.


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Understandable...

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Alright then just lock this.
Though I want you to know I did do a search before creating this topic.

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Sean of the Living wrote: Alright then just lock this.
Though I want you to know I did do a search before creating this topic.


I’m more than happy for this to remain if you think it will be utilised.


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im thinking of making a book


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Okay, well this is just a kinda sci fi espionage thing I wrote for my english class, but I guess I’d better post it on here to keep this damn thread alive for three seconds. Not that anyone posts on the literature forums. Ha ha! The story is written in a first person diary format, please tell me what you think of it:

11-4-2044

One day before the experiment. I can’t believe the retards at the government actually helped fund this crap, it’s not going to work. Nothing is going to happen. It’s a total waste of tax dollars, trying to develop these weapons. We have had tested and tried ballistic ammunition since the sixteenth century and we’re not going to be able to replace technology that’s worked for 5 centuries by spending two or three months half baking a laser cannon. Oh what do I care, I’m only doing it for the pay anyway. But it might wreck my reputation as a scientist… oh well, fortune > fame.

12-4-2044

“Attention all personnel” boomed the robotic tones of the PDA “the time for the testing of the sonic weapons defence systems will begin in forty five minutes.” That’s the annoying tone that woke me up at five o’clock in the freaking morning at 100 decibels. Apparently some jackass left the volume up too high. I hope he got fired.

So I got up out of my chamber, got dressed in my boring white lab coat and stumbled around the facility. It was kinda of intimidating, having seven feet tall men with machine guns dressed in glowing silver armour at the entrance to every door across the hallway. I would have preferred that this base used mechanical guards instead of genetically enhanced warriors, but the fat cats at the top thought we needed security guards that could adapt to difficult situations. This is exactly why I didn’t want them for security, they were human and could think for themselves. Arming them with the only weapons in the facility gave them too much control.

“Hello Dr. Ionnes.” Greeted Dr. Saras as I stepped into the observation chamber. He was the leader of the weapons research facility here, as well as the airhead who designed these weapons. “It’s great to be working with you.” He flattered.
“And I can say the same for you.” I lied slapping a big phoney smile on my face. But it turned into a genuine smile when I thought of my annual income.

Saras led me to a table of other scientists around a table next to a large window. We all sat down with our paperwork and talked. Some other people situated at the table included Etonya, a high ranking biologist and doctor who would use her knowledge of anatomy to try and maximise the damage done by these weapons, and Krov, a Russian engineer Saras had hired to make these machines powerful and energy efficient. There were many other people I didn’t know, but I was in a position similar to Krov and had been hired to work in this scientific facility located in the Central Australian Desert. Ironically it was an American operation.
“Now, you all know why we’re here,” Saras stated, “The Chinese weapons technology had been developing at light speed. A few months ago I would assume you would have all heard of the invisible soldiers that took out an entire naval base in the Pacific? Those soldiers were undetectable to radar, infrared as well as conventional security. If they keep advancing at this rate every human in the western world is going to be massacred and their land stolen to make way for the massive population growth of those bastards.”
I had felt kind of depressed at this point. Here was a team of valiant, albeit air headed, people, just trying to protect their own existence. And I was just in it for the money. Oh well, it was every man for himself. There was no hope anyway, one might as well enjoyed the ride to oblivion at the hands of the enemy rather than waste time and life making ludicrous attempts at defence.
After a long pause of muttering and such we began testing the weapons we turned our attention to the window that let us view the testing chamber. The automatic doors opened and an enemy captive was forced into the dull, grey cube of the testing chamber by one of the seven foot tall guards that protected the facility. The guard cuffed the captive’s leg to a pole in the centre of the room and walked out of the doors, entering 993162814 on the keypad on his way out.
This man, who couldn’t even speak English, had no idea what was going on. I saw his mouth open and his chest depress as if screaming something, but we didn’t hear him because the chamber was soundproof towards the observers, and for a very good reason as we would soon discover.
A small cube was lowered from the ceiling by a hydraulic lift; it was set down just out of reach of our captive. He began to look at it curiously and then swung around the other side of the pole as he presumed it was an explosive. He began to tug at his cuffs, obviously pointless, but a very human act.
What happened next seemed very odd to us observers. The man clapped his hands over his ears and started opening his mouth in a muted scream. He banged his head against the wall and clawed at his leg where it was cuffed to the pole. He was clearly going insane. Then he simply hugged the pole and slid to the ground with his hands over his ears. Now I had no idea what the hell was going on but it soon became apparent when blood flowed out of his eardrums and nostrils and he fell to the floor dead. The cube was an ultraspeaker that emitted powerful sound waves which caused his brain cells to rupture.
I was in total shock; I didn’t actually expect any of these things to be this efficient. If dropped into a room this could clear out a whole base better than an explosive, and the sound would be over quickly after it’s use quickly enough to that the base could be raided soon after, unlike a toxic gas.

“So,” Dr Saras asked me “What did you think Ionnes?” Everyone was staring at me.
“Is the cube still making a sound?” I asked.
“Yes,” He replied, looking at a screen that registered sound waves below the observation window. “It’s programmed to go until its batteries run out, which only takes about a minute or two.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem,” I told him, suddenly realising I would have to be working a lot harder than I expected, “It should switch off when all the people within a certain radius are dead so that the area can be raided quickly. That way it would have an advantage over things like chemical weapons, which need to be ventilated or cleared before we can raid a facility, unless we use hazard suits. Also, if we plant one of these things on a facility it may shatter the glass inside the facility and cause the sound to affect any of our allied troops in the area.”
Saras thought about what I said and asked Krov if he could make those improvements. We discussed about the issues of these weapons for an hour or so, and then we would move onto a new weapon, such as a electromagnetic machine gun turret with computerized aiming. Of course, none of them had as much impact on me as the first one. And indeed, one of the things that disturbed me was that for all the Chinese captives we tested these hellish weapons on, there wasn’t much sympathy going for the victim from my fellows, except Krov, who seemed depressed.

By the end of the day the glass and the walls of the room had been pretty damaged by the weapons we were using. The ultraspeaker had had some effect of minor distortion on the walls, doors and alarmingly the strong window which was the only thing keeping the deadly sound from swarming in and killing all of us scientists. My major field being energy and physics, Saras told me the code to the room in private, for it would change soon after he told me (only one man can know it at a time for security reasons) and told me to go in there for a few hours with some equipment and analyse the damage done to the room from the ultraspeakers, lasers, radiation et cetera. The cube from the first test had been damaged also and he wanted me to check that out as well. So I was in there for a few hours with an electron microscope just looking around at the minimal damage. Upon my leave I remembered to change the access code to a new one, as Saras had told me to, and now I sit in the my sleeping quarters writing this. Anyway, I think I will need sleep soon as it has been a... oh I can’t think of the right word, I’m too tired I’ll do this in the morning.

13-4-2044

It is early morning, I have transmitted the contents of this diary in code to my computers at home, hoping perhaps the dishonest Australian Government will intercept this, for if I sent it directly to them they would no doubt suspect a set up from the Chinese. Last night Krov, dressed in dull black armour, literally un-dissolved into visibility in the centre of my sleeping quarters and pointed a pistol at my head. I knew at once he was working for the Chinese because he had obviously snuck in with cloaking technology. We didn’t speak much, he just demanded that this night I will lead him into the armoury above the testing chamber and enter the codes so he can steal the weapons, or else he will shoot me dead. I was terrified and couldn’t understand why he wasn’t just threatening me for the access codes at the time, but now I realise if I had told him the wrong ones I would be dead and he wouldn’t ever have found them out, nor could he ask Saras because I changed them upon leaving the testing chamber. Though he did not explain his motives, for that would have simply been foolish, he did tell me what he will require me to do this night. There will be a blackout and Chinese cannon fodder will fake an assault on this facility to distract the guards while Krov leads me to the test chamber. Then he will require me to enter the codes and we will grab as many weapons as we can before leaving the base. Then an inside worker for the Chinese in the Australian air force will come by and blow this place up. After that I’m not sure what will happen, but I am extremely nervous. Perhaps the Chinese will allow me to live in exchange I serve them? My only hope is that the Australian Government or some other western country intercept this message, and that anyone working for the Chinese or their allies surely does not. At least some record will remain of my existance.

2-5-2044

It has been so long since I’ve been home. I guess I may as well start where I left off and write what happened on that memorable night in April. After a day of testing more weapons the blackout happened that night, just as Krov said it would. The backup energy supplies were all we had left, but we still managed to get a PDA message saying for all scientists to stay in their quarters until the danger passes. I heard the door open and Krov grabbed me and lead me swerving through the corridors of the facility in pitch black, even when I heard him pull the trigger of his gun there was no light nor sound because it was electromagnetic. After walking around in the dark for a while, with the occasional shot fired at the few guards remaining in the base, we came to the testing chamber (the weapon storage room was directly above it) and he told me to input the code for the door.
“I can’t." I replied, “It’s totally dark and I don’t have nightvision." This of course, was a pathetic attempt to change the status quo, leaving him in the dark and me with vision, and he didn’t fall for it.
“Just tell me the code or I’ll kill you.” His deep voice echoed through the halls of the base. So, having no choice, I told him. We entered the testing chamber (the weapons were stored directly above it) and he grabbed the fold out ladder and climbed up near the sliding door that opened into the armoury.
Now I thought as I heard his footsteps bounce off the rungs of the ladder. I realised that once he entered the codes for the armoury I would have no use to him and he would waste me and leave the base with the weapons.
“What’s the code for the armoury?” Krov asked.
I thought for a moment and then replied “993162814”
There were clicks as his fingers pressed the numbers into the keypad. There was a short breath, then he began to hear a whirring sound.
CRASH.
I slammed shoulder first into the ladder, knocking Krov to the ground. He let off a squeeze of the trigger of his rifle as I heard him fall to the ground. One of the bullets ricocheted off of the ceiling and hit me directly in the lower back calf muscle of my leg.

I was in agony I tell you. It went straight through the centre, through the bone and out the other side, twisting a painful hole of my muscled and sinew in a split second. And the bone where it split was horrible. My bone snapped into fragments that stabbed into the tissue around it internally. It was just hell.
I tried my best as I screamed and yelped to crawl outside that room, dragging my painful burden behind me. The whirring stopped for a second, then started again and I knew I had not much time, but I just managed to drag myself through that door space, even though it took what felt like an eternity.
Then to my horror I heard Krov approach, if slowly. His took his time in advancing behind me, presumably aiming to blast me in the back of my head. Not that I really cared, it would have been a relief from the torture of having that terrible wound.
But before he could fire I noticed the whirring had stopped. I would have yelled with joy, but being in that kind of pain had my capacity for rational thought significantly lowered. There was a click as Krov loaded a fresh clip of ammo into his gun and then…
WHAM.
The door slid shut in an instant, trapping Krov’s arm in the doorspace. I felt the blood drip on my leg as his limb holding his gun was severed from his body and the rest of him was left, trapped in the test chamber. Of course, the door was only doing what it was programmed to do, how could it allow the testing of an ultraspeaker if there was an opening to let the deadly sound out?
Yes, I had been genius at the time. The code I had given Krov was not an access code, but the code to run the testing of the cubic ultraspeaker. He was left in the soundproof, and at the moment escape proof, room holding him to his doom. Now I could not see what was happening in there, nor could I hear, but I knew for sure that Krov was done for as the speaker would soon activate and tear his brain cells apart. And as the blood drained from the hole in my leg I closed my heavy eyelids and drifted into unconsciousness, for the pain was simply that powerful.
If I had had the ability to reason at the time, I wouldn’t have expected to wake up. But I was surely surprised when I woke up in a hospital bed.

In time I came to learn my diary message was intercepted, and luckily the aerial bombing on the facility stopped and when the reinforcements came I and the other scientists were rescued. Nevertheless, not a drop of this information was released to the public, and by the time my leg came to heal I was released from hospital and congratulated by the Australian Army for my ability to have adapted to the situation. Though I learnt nothing about the fate of those weapons we designed, why Krov joined the Chinese or what become of the special weapons project, luckily I was given care until my leg healed, and after that enough work to keep myself living. And as I sit here writing this, I realize how lucky I was to have survived. I guess money is only secondary to existence.
Oh, who am I kidding. The memoirs could sell for thousands...

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Actually look firewolf I change my mind, lock this thing it’ll be dead before it hits its second page.

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