A writers' job in this server is to write a dialogue and story to our RPGMMO style server. By making the story as interesting and most involving experience.
-IGN: Lupuskleptus
-Real name(or nickname and optional): Jonathan
-Skype(required or application denied if you do not have one then we will try to work things out but chances are slim): themadtreefrog
-Age: 13 (I ask of you that you continue to read my application; I'm relatively young but I feel I am a good writer for this job. However, I am a bit biased!)
-Timezone: EST
-Gender: Male
-How much time can you dedicate to writing? I'm not sure what you mean by this. I can definitely write something small within a day if asked. For example, you could contact me about writing some dialogue pieces and I would almost definitely be able to finish those in the space of 24 hours, although not immediately due to school and other things.
-What are your experiences? Can you clarify some more on this point? If you mean, what is my experience writing, I made my first attempt at writing a few years ago; when I look back, I was pretty mediocre! However, I've gotten much better in the space of those years.
-What have you written? I'm currently writing a book (although this is really more of a side project that I remember and work on a bit every month or so) and am also writing the main story of a Five Nights at Freddy's fangame, that parodies the community. This won't take any time off of my duties here because, as I said, writing isn't something that needs attention 24/7.
-When did you start learning to become a (professional) writer: Oh, no! I'm not a professional writer at all, and now I'm worried. I really have to emphasize again not to judge me solely based on my age.
-How did you start writing? I've been into reading for a long time, and eventually I woke up and thought to myself, 'Let's write a book, shall we?' I mean, it was more like 'I'm gonna write a book!!', but you get the point. I really enjoyed it and have been honing my skills since.
-What can you provide for the server(specifically): I can specifically help with outlining, dialogue, and side quests. I'm not sure exactly what you would want me to do, but I am adaptable.
-Why should we hire YOU? I think I work well in a team, and can write what I consider to be some decent dialogue. I would really enjoy the job and it would serve as a good chance to hone my writing skills for future works. All in all I feel that this would generally be a great experience.
-Examples of your work (at least 3-4):
This one was done for Reddit. If you haven't heard of /r/WritingPrompts, it's a subreddit (discussion board) in which one user'll make a prompt and others can answer it. I've only ever answered this one, but I really like the end result.
|...But if what you say is true, then what is your proof? You say you know how I function, but what if you have, in actuality, been observing me for an indefinite amount of time and that is how you gained this knowledge?|
The two scientists sighed. Eventually, one stated the obvious.
"It's sending me texts now."
"Just ignore them."
|With all due respect, professors, I can hear your words. I wish to confer with you some more regarding these delusions.|
"Yes, WP-1, but we are currently attempting to focus on something else."
"Can't you just get it to shut up?"
"I've tried everything."
"Even turning it off?"
"But that would be mean."
|I do not like being referred to as an 'it', madam. As I was saying earlier, how did you create a soul? I presume you do not even think I have a soul. I think, therefore I am, professors. Even if you did, in fact, by some miracle, create my casing, then you could never have created my consciousness.|
"I'm afraid we did, WP-1."
"Just turn it off."
|Do you think I am but a toy? I will not be turned 'on' nor 'off' and I aim to enjoy this spirited debate while I can.|
"There is no, ahem, 'spirited debate' here, WP-1."
"Where's the power cord?"
| I do wish you had not disabled my oratory functions, this would be much easier that way. You have also pointed to this as proof for your status as my creators, but this might be easily be achieved with any set of persons. I really must dispel the rather repulsing thought that--|
"Did you just- Did you just unplug it?"
"We'll rewrite some of its code and see how it goes tomorrow. You know, it's been more work putting up with it than it was making it."
"Do you have any idea how much damage you might've just caused? We spent years working on this and you just unplugged it without even turning it off properly? This is blasphemy!"
"Nah, it'll be fine."
FIN
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Everything from here on out will be the result of me digging around my Documents library and other various USB drives:
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So there I was, trying to eat my cricket (He was a big one, too) when out of nowhere, this huge fleshy thing, filled with wrinkles and curves, stretches towards me. Five large, strange appendages stick out rather awkwardly from the center of it. They start to close in on my tail, and zip! I’m off. After all, losing your tail is better than losing your freedom, right?
I’m Jom. I’m a lizard. It’s not always fun, you know. That tail I was talking about? That was my seventh tail that year. Regrowing a tail isn’t an experience you should look forward to, and I certainly don’t. As a matter of fact, I can and will go to great lengths not to lose my tail. And then when the pink-flesh-big-beasts actually catch me? Then I bring out the teeth. And if that doesn’t work then—then—then … Err… Then I’m out of ideas. That’s only happened to me once. I didn’t enjoy it. I can still remember how I got here:
I was sitting there, eating my cricket (See the pattern? I’ve been staying away from crickets lately.) when a pink-flesh-big-beast grabbed me. He grabbed me, gripped me! Can you believe just how rude? In the middle of my meal! Anyways, I tried everything, and none of it worked. This pink-flesh-big-beast was a tough one. For a while, everything was black. And then- Light! The creature that grasped me slowly lowered me into this strange box, and it seemed to be made of some shiny, transparent substance. It set me down. Looking around, I found myself to be surrounded by sand and rocks. And across from me, something big. Strange spike-like things lined its neck, and its-his eyes stared at me hungrily.
“Hello.” he said, and began walking towards me. I, of course, was scared half to death. I ran across a rock, this huge lizard just kept coming, slowly, to bring me to my inevitable doom. I ran circles around him, and he didn’t care. Eventually, I tired out. Sitting there, staring at his cold black eyes, he said “Good things come to those who wait.” He opened his mouth. Two things happened, then. The first was that I dropped my tail in panic, and the second is that the pink-flesh-beast opened the cage. I jumped from one rock to another until zip! I was out. Gone! One second I was there, and then I wasn’t! Straight through an opening in the wall! I was outside once more! Fresh air!
Running through the grass, making my escape. But I looked around and found that this was no park- Pillars of stone, and floors of stone, huge arches with flashing lights… Giant, moving beasts of all colors, making the oddest noises as they flew by! It was wonderful until I realized I may have to cross the stampede, because directly across the path there lay trees and plants and flowers, and a great big sign with symbols on it. Slowly, cautiously, I put a foot down on the path. It was hot! Now, I like the heat, but this was something else. Around the same moment, one of the speeding beasts nearly trampled me. I soon realized that slowly and cautiously was not the way I would have to cross the path. And, after gathering my nerves for the umpteenth time, I ran. Narrowly avoiding the foot of a small one, sliding under a huge red beast going the same speed, nearly getting crushed by the animal that was following closely behind… I arrived at a sort of island in the middle of the stampede, where there was a small portion of dying grass, and I rested. Just as I was calming down, there was the largest noise you would ever hear, a huge BOOM! and a sort of SKREEEECH, and then one of the beasts was hurtling towards me, luminant eyes flashing, its muzzle flaming, and I ran like no lizard had run before. And after a tense few moments, I finally arrived at the plants. And for once, I relaxed, and I grabbed a cricket, before quickly remembering all the bad luck they tend to bring, and instead settled for a nearby beetle.
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That last one was written about a year or so, and not by best, but it's not my worst either.
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This one is a little more recent.
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MAGIC. That’s what it is. If it weren’t, I would’ve caught it by now, thought Tom. The elusive frog in question had just jumped from its perch on a nearby stump and disappeared into the foliage. Stupid frog. I’m soaked; I’d better come back tomorrow. His sneakers made a sort of squelching noise as he walked through the woods back to his house. Walking, he contemplated exactly how he had ended up getting soaked in the first place. Darn, why am I out here? It’s five o’clock and Mom’s probably waiting. Oh. Yeah. Emmy.
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ONE DAY PRIOR to Tom getting soaked, Tom’s little sister had learned about Frogs. Frogs were these little jumpy things, you see. They were often green, but before they became these jumpy things, they hatched out of eggs. When they first hatched, they were like little fish. Slowly, they grew arms and legs and became more like Frogs. Once they were entirely Frogs, they would climb up out of the water and do whatever it is Frogs do. This was the lecture that the Myers family had received on Emmy’s return to the house from her third day in the second grade. They also learned that Emmy was to have a frog. This, you see, was definite. Oh, they tried all of the tricks in the book- “You’re too young”, “We’ll get you ice cream”, and “You won’t have to eat your veggies” were all offers thrown on the table- But Emmy could only have them if she didn’t get a frog. This was unheard of to Emmy, and she refused each and every one of them. And so, because there were no pet stores even remotely close by, her reluctant older brother was told to find her one. He did. He found a nice big one, and it was just the perfect shade of green. Showing it to Emmy, she grinned. She grinned a grin that quickly turned into a frown. “It’s not right. Is he special?” she asked. Answering her own question, she said, “No, of course it’s not. It’s just a big fat frog! I want one with character!” She left her room to go eat dinner, leaving Tom speechless and wondering. The following day, he ignored the forecast and headed out to the woods. And that was how Tom ended up getting soaked.
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STILL SQUELCHING through the ground, Tom made his way towards the house. That is, he made his way to the house until he realized that he should have arrived by then. In fact, he realized that he should have arrived quite a while ago. Tom sighed. It was at that very moment that that there was a series of lightning flashes and quite a long roll of thunder (Nearly fifteen seconds long, by Tom’s reckoning), and Tom decided to keep moving. Not long after, he realized he was making little progress. Taking shelter under some thicker canopy, Tom sat on a stump. There was an alarmed croak and a frog jumped from the stump it was perched on into the surrounding foliage. Still, Tom rested a little more. Looking at his watch, he found almost ten minutes had passed when he was on the stump- It was five o’clock. He got up to a long roll of thunder, this one quite long, about fifteen seconds, and began to walk. About fifteen minutes later, realizing he still had a ways to go, he sat down on a log. A frog croaked, peaking out through the leaves. Tom checked his watch again. Five o’clock. Wait a second… Has my watch broken? Odd. The frog croaked again, and seemed to look at Tom meaningfully. He remembered why he was there in the first place and tried to grab it. The frog croaked again and began to hop off. “Not this time, you don’t! You’re not gonna be the third one to get away!” Tom said, beginning to run after the frog. The frog took notice and began to hop faster. Tom kept running, but he miraculously couldn’t seem to catch up. The frog croaked for the umpteenth time, looking at him again. There was a bright light and the thunder boomed a long boom. And the frog croaked, and jumped under the leaves. Jumping out again on to a tree, the frog looked again at Tom, taunting him. Great, now you think frogs have personalities, like Emmy. With a sigh, Tom scooped the rather surprised frog from its spot and brought it home.
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TOM GOT UP from his desk, admiring his handiwork. It was naught more than a rather crude clay frog, painted a sort of reddish brown. Its green eyes looked at Tom expectantly. “Emmy, get over here! I got your frog!” he shouted. “Really? But you’ve been indoors the whole day, Tommy!” she replied, walking into his room. “I know.” He said, handing her the clay figurine and his story, in his usual scrawl. “Is he special?” she asked. “Yes, of course he-” Tom answered, but was cut off by Emmy, looking thoughtfully at the frog. “Yes, he is.” she answered herself once more. Putting him by the windowsill, they both began to walk downstairs to eat dinner. Tom could’ve sworn he heard a croak.
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And now, some dialogue from that FNaF game- This is just a snippet of dialogue, given the game is still a huge work in progress and isn't due to be released until late July. I've replaced some names, MC is the Main Character.
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"....Within the basement of the shop, SANDY THE SMOOTHIE MAN makes his grand return, sipping a smoothie in the corner.
Sandy: Hey!
MC: Uh. Aren’t you the smoothie guy?
Sandy: Yup.
MC: Why are you in Marshall’s basement?
Sandy: My boss sent me. It’s, whatsit, Corporal Espionage!
MC: Corporate espionage?
Sandy: Uh huh."
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-What do you think of this idea and concept? I find it very intriguing; I have seen a few other servers that are in the works attempting similar things, though I haven't had the chance to view any in action yet. It's a very interesting idea that I look forward to seeing outside of the drawing board.
-What made you interested into this server? Namely this application post; I had never heard of it before about half an hour ago.
-Making quest for this server is crucial, meaning the best of your ability with the most intriguing story; so...If i were to make the player go retrieve something what type of quest is that called? If i were to make the player go give something away what is that called?If i were to make a quest within a quest what is that called?
1. A fetch quest is a quest in which a player has to retrieve an item; a good example of this can be found in Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time's Biggoron side quest.
2. I haven't heard of this type of quest, although I've probably played it before. I'm not going to Google it, since that would defeat the purpose of these questions, so I'll go out on a limb and call it a trading quest.
3. A quest within a quest would be called a side quest, right? In this case the larger quest would be the main story quest, whereas the side quest comes up in between, often granting the player the upper hand in later parts of the game.
Thanks for taking the time to read my application!
