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C`aos Porcupo                    Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6307 days Last view: 6307 days |
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A long long long long long time ago, I wrote a big freaking long crossover fanfiction, the Ultimatum, that spanned multiple seperate entries. The main character's name was Ultimanium, which coincided with my penname - later the entire thing got wiped from fanfiction.net under the charge of self-insertion. (Because we all know my parents had the creative license to name me Ultimanium, right?  )
All the stuff is still gathering dust on my mediaminer account, feel free to check that out, but that's neither here nor there. The first entry of the Ultimatum always nerved me, and its deletion gave me a chance to go back and realize how horrible it was - it was my very first publication after all. Hideously OOC moments, a poor selection of crossover material, poor knowledge of most of it, and... well, it just sucked. Buuuuuut, I was a naive little fanboy at the time and continued on with it. I believe everything I wrote after it was vastly superior, but it was still tied to this crappy little entry into fanfiction. A thought hit me. Why not just rewrite the whole thing so that first part never happened? Hell, while I'm at it, why not just reassemble it to not have any crossover material at all and turn it into a story of my own? I intended to keep all original characters, and modify their personas and physical powers into a more anime-inspired sci-fi motif than the campy Mary Sue that it once was. I sat down and happily hammered away at it for a while, got tired, worked on my MMORPG addiction, then finally came back and wrapped up the first chapter. As much as I'd love to just post it here, I don't imagine many people feel like scrolling through a 72k text file in one sitting. Ven shuffled her feet, standing with her arms behind her back. Dressed in the same tunic and beret from last day, she stood on a platform jutting out of the building, peering out down the slim gap that seperated two lines of towering skyscrapers. Even then, that was one strip of many. She glanced over as the sliding doors whirred open, and Ultimanium slumped out of them. He was fitted uncomfortably in his old clothes, his hair even more ragged than before. "Rise and shine." Ven murmured. "Ugh..." Ultimanium stood at the edge alongside Ven - and quickly lost his balance. Down beneath them was a nearly limitless chasm, with vehicles hurling themselves in every direction through the air - still in straight, intersecting lines, like a hive of marauding insects. A floor of grey mist sat at the bottom, seperating Magnopolis from whatever presumable darkness lied there. "..w-what the hell?!" "How do you think we fit 78 million people on this rock?" Ven shot back confidently. "It's logical isn't it? If you run out of room building sideways... the sky's the limit. Just think about it this way - less travelling if you only have to go so far in one direction, hm?" she glanced back to him, flashing a grin as she tapped a small button on her belt. Ultimanium leapt back again as a bay slid open on the face of the apartment, and a buggy-sized hover vehicle quickly slid into place at the end of the platform. The technology was beyond anything Ultimanium had witnessed, undoubtedly, but the vehicle itself had certainly seen better days - spots of rust were visible near the back end of the convertible, paint was chipped off elsewhere, and the seat covers had very visible tears in spots. Ven turned back, eventually grabbing and shoving the still-stricken Ultimanium off the platform, making him tumble across awkwardly into the passenger seat. Ven on the other hand simply bounded off, slipping into the driver's seat like a glove. Ultimanium remembered again as her tail stuck out to the side behind her - such displays of reflexes were probably commonplace to her, notwithstanding her practiced daily routine. "Ven..." Ultimanium said dryly. "Huzzah?" she inserted a long, serrated probe into a slot on the dash, causing the vehicle to give a beep of approval. She set her hands on the yoke in front of her, the hovercraft pulling forward and picking up speed in the same manner any car would have. "Well..." Ultimanium fought the urge to hold on for dear life. "...you said you would show me around on the way to... where you need to be, right?" "Uh huh." Ven leant back, keeping one hand on the yoke. "I'll tell you if we run across anything vaguely interesting, and you answer some questions for me?" "Shoot." "What year is it?" "2072, my good man." Ven tilted her head to her passenger. Ultimanium twitched. Trusted, that was a rather silly question given the fact they were happily hurtling through the air on a hunk of metal that would have made a crater a mile below if present-day techonology were in play. "What goes on around here? Like, in Magnopolis?" "What DOESN'T?" Ven interjected. "...if you were such the tourist you make yourself out to be you'd at least know that Magnopolis as it stands is one of the world's most powerful city-states. Mass exports in cybernetic and mainframe technology, the third largest stock market on the face of the planet and home of some of the wealthiest people... well, you get the picture. The military's top of the line. Second to the United Kingdom." "Wha? What happened to the US?" "The what?" Ven droned. "You know, the United States." "...not sure what you're talkin' about." Ven mumbled. "...those bastards over there couldn't hold up a supermarket without it being trashed by hooligans, let alone a military infrastructure." "...what are you talking about?" Ultimanium felt his heart stop as the vehicle began to slow down, pulling to the side in the air. Ven hunched over the wheel as it lurched to a stop, and a steady stream of other cars began to pass her by. Ven had a very annoyed, yet very concerned look on her face. "...alright, Ulty, tell me the truth here... exactly how hard did you hit your head?" "...I don't know." "You came to Magnopolis, got in a bar brawl, and I woke you up the following afternoon - and you're here telling me that you have no idea what's going on in this world." "To be perfectly honest," Ultimanium said frankly. "I never have." The two sat there for a solid five minutes, Ven drumming her fingers on the yoke as she grit her teeth. "...um... okay, don't you have any friends or family in Magnopolis that you know, or remember? That you can get a hold of?" she waited patiently as Ultimanium said nothing. "...this is great. Just great. You have no temp ID, and if we take you to replace it you'll get locked up for sure... isn't there anywhere you can go?" The two stared at each other. "...yeah." Ven raised her hands for a moment. "I think you're in hot water. But... you know what I'm going to do? I'm just going to get a hold of a few friends of mine... I'll try to think of something while I'm in the City Core today, and in the meanwhile you can just hang at their place. Alright?" "...t-thank you." Ultimanium responded. "Okay, that's settled." Ven stammered. The vehicle pulled back out into the lane and shot back forward in the same manner as earlier. Ven looked a little ruffled, but Ultimanium looked a little more assured - he could tell that she, too, knew something was not quite right here. And maybe he could have a word with her 'friends' - and find out if everything that Ven had said up to this point, especially about the detriment of the US, was in fact the cold, hard truth. The full entry can be found here. |
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