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Frustrated, Darkity cried out, "It's not fair! She's so mean!"
And Statesman, who was moving across the face of the zone, paused to ask, "Do you need help?"
Darkity trembled, remember the stories of Tanker and Regen. "Yes?" she said.
"Hmm..." Statesman said and passed her by.
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Beautiful! Perfect! I laughed so hard I frightened the dogs.
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And the children of the Isles, needing no greater excuse, rushed into fight them. And they could not see a thing, either, except for the sons and daughters of Stalker, who had their hands full not getting hit by accident.
And there was much ganking and wailing and gnashing of teeth, and tremendous property damage, until everyone was exhausted. Everyone except Darkity who--inspired by her friends' willingness to risk themselves for her--fought harder than ever.
Finally the gloom lifted and Dark Darkity could be seen trying desperately to catch her breath, along with her allies (except for Stalker's children, who could only be heard.)
"I have... (wheeze) to go home... (gasp) for dinner," Dark Darkity said. And she fled, leaving her sheep to hurry after her as fast as it could. The other villains all began to look at their watches and remember other things they had to do.
And Darkity decided things could have been worse.
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This passage is so great that I wish I could condense it into a rotating sig! I can't wait to repeat this to my tabletop group, this weekend.
Jarissa
Scrapper roleplayer, Member of Wyldfire
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. Telling someone to stretch it to 5 pages might force them to include actual content, which is ultimately important for when they hit college and (ideally) their writing becomes about their content.
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Oddly enough, since I've come to college it has been my experience that literature classes, and to a large degree history classes are never about content, I've taken classes 100-400 in classical literature and a few history classes, but my scientific papers are almost entirely about content. And even then it wasn't until higher level classes in my final two semesters that writing for content became the norm. But then again maybe I'm just good as slinging bull.
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I think Jock let this thread die. =(
He did say that he had posted his existing material and would post further only as inspiration struck rather than forcing anything.
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He did say that he had posted his existing material and would post further only as inspiration struck rather than forcing anything.
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I also try to avoid posting here unless I have something new .... which I don't right now so I just broke my own rule 
I have a week of vacation after Easter. I hope to add something then.
- Jock Tamson, Who now has a writing assignment over his vacation. Ah! Flashbacks!
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He did say that he had posted his existing material and would post further only as inspiration struck rather than forcing anything.
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I also try to avoid posting here unless I have something new .... which I don't right now so I just broke my own rule
I have a week of vacation after Easter. I hope to add something then.
- Jock Tamson, Who now has a writing assignment over his vacation. Ah! Flashbacks!
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This just in, more Jock writing within 2 weeks, guaranteed or your money back.
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I think you underestimate our fools, sir.
Why /duel is a bad idea
Oh noes! Jock has a life away from fanfiction! Release the hounds!
:P
Take a break, Jock. You deserve it.
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Release the hounds!
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This is a suitable response to any situation. Or to no situation at all, in fact.
"Bombarding the CoH/V fora with verbosity since January, 2006"
Djinniman, level 50 inv/fire tanker, on Victory
-and 40 others on various servers
A CoH Comic: Kid Eros in "One Light"
I wonder what kind of story Jock has in store for us to welcome our new Cold Domination brother...
*eyes sparkle in curiosity/anticipation*
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I wonder what kind of story Jock has in store for us to welcome our new Cold Domination brother...
*eyes sparkle in curiosity/anticipation*
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Let us hope I can live up to your anticipation! I started with Anansi stories, dabled in Oriental Philosophy, and looked to Anglo Saxon saga for inspiration. Here now is a journey into faerie...
- Jock Tamson, Who was inspired by the stories of Susanna Clarke.
The City you see about you is beautiful, but it is only a fraction of the whole grandeur of Statesman's creation for it is but one aspect of the 11 fold nature of the City as it crosses the Servers. Cast your minds eye now out across the Web That is The Universe, and see them hanging there, the glistening jewel like dewdrops that are our homes. 11? No, look there, almost lost in the dark, one, perhaps two strange misshapen drops quiver on the very edge of reality. Here all worlds meet and the land is changeable and strange. Here The Lords of the City play with what might be and what never was. Only the Seers go here.
The Seers go here, into the chaos where others fear to tread, and bring back tales: Tales of hope, and fear. Whispers of joys to come, and shadows of evil to pray against.
Here treads one such soul now, an old soul, a tired soul. He has lost track of why he wanders, where he goes, even who he is. He comes to a dusty plain, wide and lonely. There are footprints here, but he walks alone. Following the trail he comes to a tall dark castle. There, in the tallest tower, a golden light and sound of whirring machinery draws his gaze. Climbing a tall and winding stair, he comes to a wide and airy chamber. From its windows the world stretches out like a map. The City shines in the East, The Rogue Isles hang like low clouds in the West. It would be a mesmerizing view if not for the room's contents. From top to bottom and into every corner the room is filled with clockwork of gold, silver, and brass. Everywhere the eye falls, gears turn, counterweights spin, and levers rise and fall. A man moves among them, watching and adjusting. He talks to himself as he works, now laughing, now snarling, as if beset by voices alternately amusing and aggravating. At last noting the intrusion, The Keeper sets down his tools, a cloth with which to polish, and a soft hammer with which to tap. He wipes his brow, and turns to you smiling...
"Ah, I have been waiting. It has been long since you were here last."
"I have been here before?"
"Aye Son of Sonic, Daughter of Trick, but much has passed below. Many lives have you lived since, and I see you are weary."
"Did you make all this?"
"I? No! It is for others to craft. I tinker and tune. I maintain the balance"
Now softly, "What is all of this?"
With a sweeping gesture The Keeper replies, "This is The Game! The very machinery of your world. Come, look here at my work, what do you see?"
"This part of the machinery seems older than others. It seems still and quiet next to the whole. Here these gears are still and a frost grows upon them."
Whispering now in words aimed at the heart, "That is you, old soul. For many years these gears turned, now they grow quiet and frost here in the dark. Bound in ice. What might you do with ice Child of Defender?"
"I might shield my allies, and slow my foes. Master frosts and bolts of ice!"
A light grows in the eye, and a fire grows in the heart. The Keeper takes this fire and lights a brand. He thaws the machinery and it stirs with new life. The brand, now a flame of ice, he thrusts into heart that kindled it.
"Go Child of Ice, The City awaits!"
A new star streaks across the heavens. In the City below eyes turn upward in hope and trepidation. Soon the Seers will return with tales of hope, and fear. Whispers of joys to come, and shadows of evil to pray against.
In his high castle, The Keeper smiles to himself, then suddenly throws a switch. Showers of red sparks fall down, illuminating a face.
"Come from the shadows Child of the Spider, it is long since we spoke last."
- Jock Tamson, Mythologist.
beautiful, Jock.
absolutely beautiful.
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I think you underestimate our fools, sir.
Why /duel is a bad idea
Jock.... you illustrate your scenes so effortlessly...
Your writings are almost like a soft sigh of wind across across a desert tundra - warming, uplifting, inspiring and awe-evoking.
"All Hail the Bard of Defender!"
-WhiteLady - who waits for the devs to send more fodder for her favorite poet
Bravo, Jock_Tamson, bravo.
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You left out the part about Castl... Er, The Keeper putting 40+ people on Ignore. 
Once again, beautiful, succinct writing, Jock. A fitting tribute.
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Bravo, Jock_Tamson, bravo.
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11 months of all-nighters, messy feeding sessions, bath fighting and realizing just how good my son's lungs work, and I am still convinced he is the crowning accomplishment in my life. What in the blue HFIL is wrong with me?
You never cease to amaze me Jock...that was simply wonderful!
11 months of all-nighters, messy feeding sessions, bath fighting and realizing just how good my son's lungs work, and I am still convinced he is the crowning accomplishment in my life. What in the blue HFIL is wrong with me?
Just wondering if anyone has compiled all of Jock's chapters into one post/site? If so can someone please post it?
11 months of all-nighters, messy feeding sessions, bath fighting and realizing just how good my son's lungs work, and I am still convinced he is the crowning accomplishment in my life. What in the blue HFIL is wrong with me?
Your writing gives me a funny feeling in the pants. Hold me.
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Just wondering if anyone has compiled all of Jock's chapters into one post/site? If so can someone please post it?
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Jock Tamson, Mythologist
Err.... I REALLY hate to correct you Jock, but....
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The City shines in the East, The Rogue Isles hang like low clouds in the West.
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Paragon City is in Rhode Island, and any islands that exist off the coast of that shore would ALL be east of the mainland.... so your directions are backwards. Sorry.
Great story anyways, if you can get in before the edit window closes....
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Err.... I REALLY hate to correct you Jock, but....
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The City shines in the East, The Rogue Isles hang like low clouds in the West.
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Paragon City is in Rhode Island, and any islands that exist off the coast of that shore would ALL be east of the mainland.... so your directions are backwards. Sorry.
Great story anyways, if you can get in before the edit window closes....
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No fear. I certainly make mistakes, but that one was on purpose. Take a look at this . In particular, look at Table 1 and consider into which columns you would put Paragon and the Rogue Isles.
The reversal is meant to be symbolic and to underscore that the tower is not in the "real" world but a place where symbols take on their own reality.
On one hand my head is full of that kind of stuff, on the other hand it took me several tries to spell Rogue Isles correctly.
- Jock Tamson, Who looks at the name quizzically again. That is right isn't it?
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- Jock Tamson, Who looks at the name quizzically again. That is right isn't it?
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Yup.
-PK, who thinks that Rogue is the HOTTEST fictional character ON THE PLANET.
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- Jock Tamson, Who looks at the name quizzically again. That is right isn't it?
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Yup.
-PK, who thinks that Rogue is the HOTTEST fictional character ON THE PLANET.
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You just want what you can't touch.
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That was so sad. I love how you depicted FF.
--Umbral, who is trying to become to Scrappers what Jock Tamson is to Defenders
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And you have my vote for it. That story was just so awesome. It touched me even more since i love melee ATs. You really made it sound epic, what being a scrapper is about.
I'm also very glad that you made all the secondary looks even, like if they were all almost as powerfull from each others. (regen having a bit of an edge...but he did jump on a wounded GM =P)
I hope you'll do more soon.
Olantern, your story made me cry a bit.
"It's a scrapper. If he can't handle it, no one can." -BrandX