September 6, 2014
For this topic, I imagined a land in which it is forbidden to bend or forge metal, due to the evil Warlord's fear of an uprising of the common folk.
However, unbeknownst to the Warlord, a lone young peasant, late in the dark of night, hidden in a secret forge deep in the forest or somewhere, has begun creating weapons to overthrow him.
Yadda, yadda . . . there's probably something about a prophecy and the alignment of stars and planets, or the color of the sea in there too. . . -but that's where you come in. What kind of story does this inspire you with?
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Done for the topic: Dusty Backpack Shark
I decided to do something a little different with this topic and take each word and make it into a different character.
Dustii, Xahrc, & Bcpc are a team of interstellar treasure hunters and salvagers. Whether extracting dangerous sub-nucleonic warhead devices from asteroids, drilling to the core of long-expired diamond filled stars, or braving the wrecks of massive, radioactive flooded space hulks, the daily lives of these three adventurers are never dull.
From left to right:
Dustii: The leader of the group. She is high-spirited, adventurous, and sometimes (well, mostly) wreckless - jumping into situations or taking on freelance tasks often without fully thinking things through.
Xahrc: The team's childlike and simple minded autonomous multi-morph robotic drilling platform which also can transform into vehicles for land, sea, and short range space travel.
Bcpc: An alien of unknown origin (resembling a cross between a crab, tortoise, and sloth). Jittery, often nervous, and maybe a little paranoid, this creature serves as the teams pack mule, carrying all the teams equipment and supplies atop his broad flat top shell. Quite dangerous when cornered or enraged, his long claws are more suitable for digging or climbing. 'Bcpc' is the closest sound the human voice can make to pronouncing the name of this creature who speaks little of his past in a clicking, rasping dialect.
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