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Posted on 08-13-10 05:47 PM, in A Great and Terrible Storm Link
A man dressed in black suit pants and a black button down shirt approached the group. Stubble upon his face, short dark hair graying, he looked as confused as the rest of them, but something about the way he carried himself appeared to show confidence, even in the face of the unknown. A white collar broke the drabness of his outfit, his almost gray blue eyes examined the group before him.

"Hi there, Father Donahue from Our Lady of Salvation, pleased to meet you all."

He smiled gently, but something darker was hidden behind his smile, fear.
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Posted on 08-13-10 05:52 PM, in Xeogaming turns 6! Link
Registered on: 08-16-04 08:03 AM (2188 days ago)

Hm, three days from now will be my sixth year here... This is fantastic!

Happy Birthday Xeogaming!!!!
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Posted on 08-15-10 03:33 AM, in A Great and Terrible Storm Link
Ace's eyes widened at Frankie's outburst.

"Shut your scum-filled mouth, civilian! You want the people with military experience to lead? She clearly knows something more than we do, and our extensive military experience means nothing without context. We're flying blind here, we'd serve better as protection than leadership. So keep quiet and listen to what Victoria has to say, or so help me I'll put you in the ground!"

Ace spoke with distinction and precision. He planned every word he spoke, and chose them knowing full well their effectiveness. His eyes pierced Frankie's, giving him an intense look to show he was serious.

As Ace spoke forcibly to Frankie, Father Donahue rushed between the two men, pressing a firm hand onto Ace's chest.


"Now there, brother, we're all in this together. Let's settle down, and try not to tear each other's throats out. But Frankie, this woman will most assuredly lead us to greener pastures, I feel our trust in her would be well placed."

Father Donahue spoke kindly, a tone totally opposite of Ace's. The Priest lowered his hand slowly, keeping his eyes on Ace at all times.
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Posted on 08-15-10 03:38 AM, in Corrupt-A-Wish Link
Granted, but it's not very good, and doesn't have an ending.

I wish I knew what to do when I grow up.
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Posted on 08-15-10 03:39 AM, in 2010 XGF Story Competition!! Link
In it to win it.
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Posted on 08-16-10 12:01 PM, in Character Test Link
What Tectalus should have noticed about the punch Xeios was about to land, specifically the lightning that was surrounding said punch, was that the electrical energy rendered other magics inert when coming close to them. This was caused by the electricity stealing the energy of other magics, absorbing them to become more powerful. The stone formed blade around Tectalus' hand would behave similarly, as the electricity came within a few meters, the energy binding the stones together would come apart. If Tectalus continued his move, then he and Xeios' fists would collide, with Xeios' attack going off as usual.
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Posted on 08-24-10 04:12 PM, in Not a competition entry, but it would've been. Link
Irrelevant musings: All that was only 795 words :V




Once upon a time, I was a good man, a good husband, a good father. I am now buried beneath my problems. My wife, though she'd like to be called my ex-wife, is in no shape to face me. She hasn't visited, though she's thought of me, I just know it. There's no way she couldn't think of me. We were married for fifteen years, High-school sweethearts. We meant the world to one another for so long, but we drifted, wanted different things.

Caught in the act, cheap hotel room, should have paid for a better one. I spent my last moments as a happily married man staring at some tacky beige wallpaper. Woman I hardly know lying naked beneath me, looking up at me with lusting eyes, legs wrapped around my waist. I think her name was Jessica. My wife, Christine, was great. She was truly my life-partner, we were to grow old together. Our two beautiful children were supposed to grow up, have children of their own, come over to Grandma and Grandpa's house, and we could spoil those children rotten. I wanted sex, not intimacy. I have more needs than companionship, more needs than love, I want my wife to touch me again. Call me a pig, call me whatever horrible insult you can imagine, I've heard it all from her. Her opinion is worth worlds more than yours.

The blonde beauty on the bed moans loudly, almost loud enough to cover up the sound of the door opening. But her moans could not match the shriek of hatred let loose from the lips of my wife. I should have locked the door, what's wrong with me? The woman beneath me jumped from the bed, rushing to the bathroom with some of her clothing. Her tramp-stamp read, "Janine," I guess that's a kind way for a whore to remind the men she's sleeping with of her name. Who am I to judge? I turned and looked into my wife's tear-streamed face, her eyes red, hand over her mouth.

"You bastard!" She screams, "You pig, filthy animal, scumbag!" She is just yelling insults at me now, I deserve it.

"Christine, I love you," I pathetically reply.

"Don't, don't you fucking dare!" My statement made her more infuriated. Tears continue running down her face, Janine is hiding in the bathroom. "How long? How long have you been doing this?"

"Only a few months, what does it matter? You never touch me, it's been almost a year since you have," I defend myself, how dare she make it seem as if it's all my fault.

"You sicken me, how dare you?" Tears again, these seem like tears of rage though, "How dare you bring me into your sin."

"Christine, I love you, but this...This was just sex, you're the one I want to come home to at night, you're the one I want to make love to." I was still naked, for some reason I felt weird, it just didn't feel right to talk to my wife naked. Especially not while she was fully clothed. Janine was also fully clothed, and she was sneaking out of the room, the door closed behind her, leaving Christine and myself to have our argument.

"Don't look at me, don't touch me, don't try to talk to me, we are done!"

"You're my best friend, I love you."

"Don't." She says, angrily fumbling through her purse for her keys.

"I can't help how I feel, we have fifteen years together, our children deserve us trying to work this out. We deser-"

"NO!" An final scream interrupts me, as well as the gunshot. Our conversation was over, she had made her decision. That tacky beige wallpaper had a spatter of red across it now, the bed too. I slump backwards, gasping for air, lying on the bed of sin. A tear ran down my cheek now, I hurt my wife so much, made her hate me to the point of killing me. Naked as the day I was born, humiliated, Christine screamed out in frustration, possibly regret.

"I...love you...always." How pathetic of me, I was shot, and groveling to my killer. Aiming for some sort of redemption, that would not be found, or forgiveness, which was in short supply.

My funeral was nice, tears watered the grass that day. My children cried the hardest, tears of confusion and sadness. I hate to hurt them, I wish Christine could stay her hand, I wish we had gotten divorced, at least then I could have comforted them. Told them it would be alright, I could have held them once again. They have no idea why, no comprehension of why mommy shot me, why mommy's in jail, and why they're all alone now.


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Posted on 08-24-10 11:27 PM, in 2010 XGF Story Competition!! Link
I'll judge as well, I suppose, seeing as how I really don't have very much else to do with the competition. Though what would have been my entry is posted if anyone is interested in critiquing it.
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Posted on 08-25-10 12:09 AM, in XGF Competition: Idiosyncratic Insanity Link
And now a post from Xeios, the 'mean' judge.

Grammar: 5
Run-on sentences, some fragments, while they are usually perfectly fine while being narrated as you have, certain fragments could have been compressed without detracting from the storyline in any way. Certain bits of punctuation seem out of place, something which could easily be fixed, once again, without detracting anything from the feel and flow of the story.

Spelling:

I refuse to grade spelling, everything has a spell-checker anymore.

Plot: 2

In a word: Cluttered. In many words: The plot feels as though it's barreling through a post-apocalyptic today. The apocalypse, specifically in a fantasy world, does not have to take place far in the future to make sense. Your references tie the entire universe into a current time period, which has been wrought with technological destruction. Leaving the setting as far as dates are concerned unannounced, or setting the date to a simple 2022, as it were, would fix things tremendously. Think about the flow of technology when you create a universe. iPods would be in history books, not current tech. Think rationally when you set something years in the future, perhaps another music monopoly set in and everyone has two ear buds which play songs you want to hear based on your thought processes and moods, trumping the iPod completely.

Characters: 3

The characters, specifically the main character, were amusing. I understand what you were aiming for, hitting a satirical style, mixed with a little bit of "Hitchhiker's Guide" irrelevance and absurdity, well done. Motivations for said characters seem entirely convoluted. Your main character hates technology; however, he knows internet memes by heart, twelve years after technology is destroyed, and seventy-five years after the meme was invented. Twelve years is a long time, long enough for people to forget most things. It would have made sense for him to still know it if he listened to it every waking moment for months before the technological blackout, but he was against it. Miranda was a strange side character to throw in there, a woman who did nothing but snack on twelve year old food, in a post-apocalyptic setting, that makes no sense. Canned food is non-perishable, that makes more sense. I don't care how well-wrapped a hoagie is, it would be filled with death by the time she would have eaten it.

He murders her for no reason.

Description: 6

The strong point of your story, the description amused me, and led me to believe a crazy-person was viewing all of these events and circumstances. Well played. Flaws include not really describing much about your characters or setting. You had a setting which could have been described with more wonder and awe than you did. I understand if you had an issue with the word limit, but there is a such thing as describing too little. You did a great job at describing mannerisms, but I would've liked to see more detail in the universe. Use words that inspire a specific vision in people's minds, I was initially confused about the starting setting, then even more confused about the next setting. How did we get from the side of a road, which without description seemed to me to be a paved highway, to a nondescript ravine with drinkable water at the bottom? Give us some flavor and visual flair and the audience will be more in tune with you.

Creativity: 3

Post-apocalyptic has been done before better, and will be done again better eventually. Like I said before, the setting doesn't tie in to the history of the world, detracting a lot from it. Miranda felt as though she were placed there for Jimmy to kill. And without a specific guiding vision to lead the reader through the journey, all the genius and creativity in the world couldn't make this story stand out amongst the rest.

Overall: 19

I believe I gave you enough of a synopsis of what was wrong with the storyline, without fear of being unkind, and I do want to inform you that these criticisms of mine are all fixable. Being told what is wrong is thousands of times more important than being told what is right, should you choose to learn from your mistakes.


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Posted on 08-25-10 12:44 AM, in XGF Competition: Tyler the Corporate Cannibal Revamped. Link
Now a post from Xeios, the 'mean' judge.

Grammar: 5

Holy semi-colons Batman! Otherwise, only real flaws I noticed that stuck out were some fragments, and some sentences that could have easily been combined. You do need a bit more variety in the opening of your sentences.

"I break into the office," "I go to the break room," "I take my candy," etc., could easily be fixed by rewriting the lines as, "Breaking into the office, I," Cautiously walking into the break room, I," "The candy is secured in my pocket," etc.

Spelling:

I refuse to grade spelling, everything has a spell-checker anymore.

Plot: 8

Very good coherent plot from start to finish. I had a feeling from the beginning the direction it was going to be taken, and the feeling was correct. Other things to include in a later revision would be to most certainly set up a more structured timeline, and perhaps some internal resistance from the character, like he was holding his tongue so to speak. You could easily write the timeline across several days, instead of a whim cannibalization. "I had a craving for flesh today, Jason looks awfully tasty." Followed later by something like, "I decide tonight is the night, I already know his address, now it's time to taste the flesh I've desired." Make it seem as if this character who is very calculated and plotting has more control over himself.

Also, why would he have to break into the office if people were already there? Trisha was there, and Jason was somewhere not described, as he was obviously not home yet when Tyler arrives.

Characters: 4

Here's where I have some problems, while your characters are expressed well, they seem very generic. Tyler seems to be Dexter/Patrick Bateman, Trish is the almost archetypal beautiful girl interested in the dark, distant protagonist, and Jason doesn't seem to have anything going for him. Tyler stands out above the rest, as he should, but the personality he has is very two-dimensional. He brings little to the table in terms of being complex or dynamic. Though for a story as short as this, I understand the difficulty in expressing how this murderer differs from all the other TV murderers today. You did well with what you had, but a lack of originality is always a downfall to a character.

Description: 6

You described what you needed to describe well, and for that I am thankful. This is an instance of description and descriptive narrative being an almost key element in the storyline. You actually get a feel for how the main character's mind works. Viewing each person he encounters with a garnish and a glass of wine. A delightful change from the norm. Your failing; however, is describing scenery. You describe the apartment that Jason live's in as being a total dump, yet he works in a temp agency in a seemingly business casual, to business formal environment, making it seem unlikely that his home is in terrible shape. Next time, describe small inclinations that he lives in a crime-filled dump beforehand. Perhaps note that Tyler's detail-oriented mind picked up that he's worn the same suit for the past three days, or that there is dog hair upon his pants. You could even lead that in to show some foreshadowing of Tyler's hatred of dogs. Also, what kind of dog was it, was it big? Small? Did it make a lot of noise when he arrived, did Tyler have to silence it permanently? All of these things are good questions to ask yourself when you initiate a scenery change.

Creativity: 5

Once again, a lack of originality in the characters makes this difficult for me to connect with. I love characters, and they are a huge part of my enjoyment in a storyline. Especially since they are so difficult to capture appropriately. When you draw up a character that has similarities to others, think about what sets yours apart. Then make a point to address the differences more frequently than the similarities. Anything you can do to set yourself apart from all the mumbo-jumbo that's out there today would be great.

Overall: 28

I hope I've described all I can to get you to understand what could be changed to make this better. I also tried not to sugar-coat things for you, from one writer to another, I think that 'nice' reviews don't help the creative process.



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Posted on 08-25-10 01:15 AM, in XGF COMPETITION ENTRY: The Convict Link
Now a post from Xeios, the 'mean' judge.

Grammar: 7

Well done, I don't understand why everything was in separate paragraphs, a couple of sentences make up a paragraph, usually 4-6, and yours seemed much shorter than that. Fragments and what not. You could use a bit more variety with sentence structure, call your main character something other than the convict occasionally.

Spelling:

I refuse to grade spelling, everything has a spell-checker anymore.

Plot: 6

The plot is used as a device to relay the characters, and as such an excellent job is done. I would've liked to see a bit more expansion, a bit more in terms of progression on the characters. Specifically, an almost too brilliant end would be: "The man pulled the lever, the convict was no more, the convert became eternal."

I think that would more than tie in your religious message, and leave an almost haunting afterthought.

Characters: 8

The only reason I've scored your characters as low as I have, is because it sounded as if you were speaking for both characters. The mannerisms of the Convict in particular would have been more than due a different feel than the mannerisms of the priest. He felt as though he wasn't unique enough, making him more doubtful, instead of almost seeming like he was playfully disagreeing with the priest instead of being as doubtful as he was. The priest also felt as though he gave up too easily, which would have been understanding if the convict was being violent or very unapproachable. The priest had more than enough time and more than enough of an opening to try and save the convict's soul. Also, a priest would've asked the convict's name, presumably.

Description: 5

Well done, repetitive though. Everything that was described was gray, perhaps he would have noticed some blue skies outside of his bars before he was taken from his cell. An almost international sign of hope.

Creativity: 7

One of the most creative pieces I've read for this contest, coupled with a near-mastery of the pen to bring this through. I would have liked to see more of this story, and if there are any flaws with the creative energies of this piece, they all lie in the convict's almost typical back story. Personally, I believe it would have been better had he actually committed the murder, which he claims he did not, if only because a truly penitent soul can be forgiven of everything, which he proved he was in the end.

Overall: 33

Why do each of these stories I read keep getting better? Either way, I really liked your work, and I hope that my criticisms can help with the construction of a revision later, or at least be in the back of your mind when you write your next work.
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Posted on 08-25-10 01:54 AM, in XGF Competition: Pleasant Hills Link
Grammar: 6

Missing words, No run-on sentences, changing the name of the town, and other-than-that, the aforementioned slow start. Try breaking up large sentences with shorter, easily digestible ones, I have a feeling it would improve things greatly. Also losing points for having gone over the word limit.

Spelling: I refuse.

Plot: 8

Great plot line from start to finish, easily accessible, and the reader doesn't feel like they're being talked down to. I felt like there was room for improvement as far as bringing Sharon into the plot more, but she served her purpose as the anchor for what is normally construed as reality. However, I do think that if he were in the house for a few hours, that she would have gone around the town exploring or something, perhaps she loves taking photographs, and she spent the afternoon recording the picturesque landscape.

Characters: Dare I? 10

Flawless execution of realistic characters. Sharon excluded, as I said earlier, there is difficulty with a limit, and having gone over said limit already, she could have been edited out, merely tossed in there as the protagonist's thoughts, how he missed her and what not. Either way, you had four characters that were constructed well enough that Sharon's failings can be chalked up to the pains of the restrictive limit.

An example of where the character motivations are incredible(for those other than Cairoi, that is,) is the description of the family's life. It showed how the mother was attached to the father because he was her rock, her opposite, and without him, she would have fluttered away in the wind. Which shows why the mother would want to move to such a town, a town where a loved one was never taken away in a flash, and where her son could come and resolve any issues with her, should they not reconcile before her death.

Benjamin's unresolved issues with his Father allow him to believe such a tremendous fairytale and leap in trust when it came to believing Mr. Berger's tale. He wanted to believe that something like this could happen, and an almost Utopian way of passing into the afterlife was described.

Mr. Berger also seemed like he had taken the weight of the world onto his shoulders, and though he forsook earthly pleasures, he was illustrated to show the pleasure he had in reuniting estranged family members.

Description: 8

Did I see similes? Holy shit, it was! You used multiple ways of describing surroundings, and led enough variety that I didn't feel like I was reading lists of description, nor did I feel like there was not enough description. A great balance, between too much and too little, but faults in description lie once again in how much space you had to describe. I would've liked to see more of the story with the reaper, more of what happened to the old reapers, and Mr. Berger's hardships since he took on the job.

Creativity: 8

Very creative, and unique. You captured a child-like want to believe in a fairytale, all the while depicting it in a very concrete, and real world. Your penchant for fantasy was held onto well in this story, as you let one particular event of fantasy flourish, but kept your story grounded. Too often do I see the unrealistic, though creative, ideas flourish unchecked, until the world that was created seems almost too unrealistic and unidentifiable. I was very pleased with the outcome.

Overall: 40

Very good work, especially since the greatest flaws in the work are not issues with mastery of ideas, simply the word limit you were given, and problems that could easily be addressed by an editor.


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Posted on 08-25-10 02:02 AM, in XGF Competition: Idiosyncratic Insanity Link
I'm glad to provide an honest judgement, and generally speaking, none of us have any way of working to our fullest extent within the confines of a time-limit and word-limit.

I certainly understand that you were rushed, and I applaud you for doing as well as you did even though it was rushed. Given the amount of time you did this contest in, from my understanding, I don't know if any of the other entries would have been anywhere near good.

Besides, at least you entered, my lazy ass couldn't be bothered to type up what I had ready until way late, so since I didn't even come in on the deadline mine gets an automatic 0 all around. If it makes you feel any better.
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Posted on 08-26-10 12:22 AM, in What's your resolution? Link
1650x1080, on a 19" widescreen monitor.

I hate having to find backgrounds for my resolution, but I so love my resolution.
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Posted on 08-26-10 12:25 AM, in I work for the NFL now Link
Wow, you're suddenly a man's man, bet you can do a killer keg-stand, and bump chests with the best of them.
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Posted on 08-26-10 12:41 AM, in Into the Fryer. Link
Xeios overlooked the ravine, there were passersby who seemed intent on staring all day. Staring all day, at least until Erabus flung one of them into the ravine. Their screams of terror at the tentacle coming from the strange man wearing strange garb's body, and they ran themselves clear of the area. All left, except for Xeios.

"That was quite unnecessary, he probably would've fallen on his own."

Xeios turned away from Erabus, scanning over the vast canyon, soaking in it's true beauty. A pathway in the world, carved so deep to show the sheer force of nature. An immovable object such as the earth, being eroded over thousands of years through a war of attrition. Xeios crossed his arms, the cloth bandages wrapped around them, crisscrossing over one another, binding in a sheer amount of energy. As well as sharing a practical purpose, to keep his hands from being injured during fisticuffs.

Upon his waist, his unassuming revolver sat, nestled gently in a worn leather holster. What other tricks did Xeios have about his body? Impossible to gauge at a glance. Also, what other tricks did Erabus have up his sleeve? Hard to tell as well, but Xeios could feel the corrupt nature of his soul, he could feel the eternal torment surrounding his body in an air of misanthropy.


"I have a feeling that your crimes have been far worse than that. Who am I to judge though? Should we declare ourselves a bout to decide what just punishment is due for your years of devious deeds?"
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Posted on 08-26-10 01:22 AM, in Into the Fryer. Link
Xeios stepped a few feet to the side when he saw the incoming strike, avoiding it completely. His hands seemed to activate with a light blue glow, absorption powers activating, and drawing proximity energy from the soul attack to energize himself.

"What, pray tell, did you intend that attack to accomplish?"

Xeios mocked, he hoped to anger his foe, which shouldn't be too hard, seeing as how his entire method of combat appeared to be made out of pure hatred. Xeios needed Erabus at his best to find him worthy.
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Posted on 08-26-10 09:14 PM, in A Great and Terrible Storm Link
Ace looked around, he didn't like the idea of stopping in such a location. Not that he was paranoid of being attacked, they'd already been walking for a while and they had seen nor heard anything. This forest was exotic, the type of exotic that would consume a man if he were to let himself wander here. They must stay vigilant. He walked slowly to the stream, and dipped his hand in to drink some water.




The priest rushed to Victoria's side, she was an older woman, but had her strength still. He wanted to help her down, and was drawn to her magnetically it seemed. He sat beside her, and spoke with a hushed tone.


"Is there anything else that would be good to know about this place? I feel as though this were paradise, it feels quite unnatural in it's beauty."

He half wanted an answer, and half wanted to bask in the glory of this truly wondrous creation.
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Posted on 08-26-10 09:29 PM, in Character Test Link
Xeios shouted in pain, with the execution of his attack, he had brought his hand into the sharp edge of Tectalus' blade-arm. Since he had gone on the offensive, his defensive magics were currently inactive. A deep wound in the center of his fist was visible, the point having struck just above his knuckle, and drug across the back of his hand for a few inches. Blood covered his hand, and Xeios held a pained expression, trying to muscle through almost having his hand torn in half. Bandages tore from the skin, and underneath, strange tattoos were visible, these tattoos were shimmering many different colors.

He brought his left hand over his right, clenching the wound, as beams of light began to escape his right hand. Powers having been activated from his desperation, and the bandages being torn off of his hand. Xeios lowered himself to one knee, trying to control the surges of energy that were escaping him, when an uncontrolled blast of volatile energy was released from himself. Tectalus was within the radius of this blast, but the energy should do minor damage if it came in contact with him, and the blast would also result in a thirty yard knock back.

From his pocket, Xeios drew more cloth bandages, and quickly wrapped his hand back up, containing the energy which would have continued to escape from him, and also helping to slow the bleeding of his hand. Xeios rose and looked at Tectalus, face seeming suddenly gaunt and pale.
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Posted on 08-26-10 09:33 PM, in Into the Fryer. Link
Xeios' arms glowed with a light hue as he ducked the tentacle that swung towards him. He then dove forward, both fists forward, in an attempt to strike Erabus in the chest, hopefully knocking him off balance. The act of leaping forward caused him to dodge the stab at his legs. Xeios was shimmering white with the power of his defensive magics.
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