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Writing Samples
First Person Sample
And so this is to be our new home, a dark and unsanitary city in the middle of nowhere. It's a not a dome, at the very least. I can be grateful for that. But still...it's lacking. What sort of world made by the Creators can be so devoid of technology. Even Romdeau was better than this.
[A sigh.]
Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers, right? This world is a start, and that's all that matters.
[A soft groan is heard in the background, and then the loud blast of a gun.]
I could do without the monsters, though.
Third Person Sample
The world had changed.
That much was obvious the moment Re-l Mayer had taken one step into Romdeau after weeks, months, of being away. The dome's flood vents were open - broken, actually - and free to the open air. People were being poisoned even then, but no one had done a thing about it. Why? Why hadn't anyone even tried to help? What was going on?
And Vincent... That bastard left her. Became Ergo Proxy and darted away like hell was on his heels. What had gotten into him?
She had to hurry. She moved over the large pieces of broken metal and pulled her jacket around her, moving down the hall into Romdeau's alley corridors. The air was thick with smoke and fire as she made her way out of the vent up the stairs, out into the city. Night had fallen upon the dome, a synthetic night, but all she could see was orange. Orange and red fire cast into the street, burning up the remains of a broken AutoReiv. Re-l sidestepped the scene, only to nearly trip on another. And another. The girl looked up, casting her gaze over the rest of the alley, its ground littered with the remains of robotic arms, legs, and heads from AutoReivs.
Lifting her head slowly, she drew out the shotgun from her person and looked around at the carnage around her. It was depressing, degrading... How far had the city fallen as to litter their very streets with the bodies of those that had once protected and served them?
For a moment, she imagined Iggy lying on the ground before her, calling to her. Don't hate me, Re-l. Please.
Gritting her teeth and tightening her hold on the shotgun, she stepped around the pieces of AutoReivs reverently and made her way up the next set of stairs. There was going to be hell to pay for this. She wanted answers, and she wanted them immediately.
"Raul Creed, what have you done," she muttered, ascending the stairs and entering the heart of the city and into the turmoil that awaited her.
First Person Sample
And so this is to be our new home, a dark and unsanitary city in the middle of nowhere. It's a not a dome, at the very least. I can be grateful for that. But still...it's lacking. What sort of world made by the Creators can be so devoid of technology. Even Romdeau was better than this.
[A sigh.]
Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers, right? This world is a start, and that's all that matters.
[A soft groan is heard in the background, and then the loud blast of a gun.]
I could do without the monsters, though.
Third Person Sample
The world had changed.
That much was obvious the moment Re-l Mayer had taken one step into Romdeau after weeks, months, of being away. The dome's flood vents were open - broken, actually - and free to the open air. People were being poisoned even then, but no one had done a thing about it. Why? Why hadn't anyone even tried to help? What was going on?
And Vincent... That bastard left her. Became Ergo Proxy and darted away like hell was on his heels. What had gotten into him?
She had to hurry. She moved over the large pieces of broken metal and pulled her jacket around her, moving down the hall into Romdeau's alley corridors. The air was thick with smoke and fire as she made her way out of the vent up the stairs, out into the city. Night had fallen upon the dome, a synthetic night, but all she could see was orange. Orange and red fire cast into the street, burning up the remains of a broken AutoReiv. Re-l sidestepped the scene, only to nearly trip on another. And another. The girl looked up, casting her gaze over the rest of the alley, its ground littered with the remains of robotic arms, legs, and heads from AutoReivs.
Lifting her head slowly, she drew out the shotgun from her person and looked around at the carnage around her. It was depressing, degrading... How far had the city fallen as to litter their very streets with the bodies of those that had once protected and served them?
For a moment, she imagined Iggy lying on the ground before her, calling to her. Don't hate me, Re-l. Please.
Gritting her teeth and tightening her hold on the shotgun, she stepped around the pieces of AutoReivs reverently and made her way up the next set of stairs. There was going to be hell to pay for this. She wanted answers, and she wanted them immediately.
"Raul Creed, what have you done," she muttered, ascending the stairs and entering the heart of the city and into the turmoil that awaited her.
