Writer's Block
By MisterEbony, starring MisterEbony and his avatar... MISTEREBONY!
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The writer typed away at his keyboard, his old fashioned computer humming away as words went across it. The author had a smile on his face as another story was completed. He looked at the time.
"One hour and thirty minutes. New record!" He said proudly, saving his work. As he went to type another, he pondered. He still had a few requests to do, but he could not get them to sound right. He also had a few big ideas, but so far nothing.
"Ah well, I can take a break." He said. He went to the games and booted up Ancient Domains of Mystery, aka ADOM. It was his favorite game, and it seemed to help him come up with new ideas.
It was then he heard a familar voice behind him. Once he had heard once before, a long ime ago, when he was having his hard times.
"Slaker." The voice said. TUrning around, the author saw the giant fleine plushie, Catman, just like the last time.
"Some slacker Cat." The author said proudly. The feline chuckled and nodded.
"True. About time you told the world what hapened to my family. And I am glad you left it open too. Will you keep it that way?"
The author nodded. "For now. Gives people something to role play with me." He sighed. "That is, if I get the time."
The fleine nodded. "You will. Just as long as you remember to work on your studies as well." He smiled and looked at his screen. "So, what are you doing now?"
"ADOM." The author replied, secleting his character: a dark elf ranger.
"Heh, that class might be something Celestia might like, hmm?"
The author nodded. "True, she is an elf herself. But this is more because I like elves."
"Elves and kids and cats and dragons and..."
"Oh shut up." The author said teasingly. He looked at what his character started with, sighing. "No bow. How can you have a ranger and not have a bow?"
Ebony chuckled and sat. "I am guessing this will be awhile?" He asked.
The author nodded. "Yea, sorry to say. I'm trying to get ideas for new work."
"By playing a video game?"
The author smiled. "Don't knock it. It helped me write about you in the first place. Remember that Dating Sim?"
Ebony blecked. "Don't remind me. Why you ever played that game is beyond me."
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About an hour later, The author's character, Xerxes, was dead, killed by a couple of mad orcs. Ebony smiled as he watched. "Mind if I try?" He asked.
The author smiled. "No go ahead." The feline smiled and whipped out a potion, spashing some on the author. "Hey! What ther.....?!"
In the next instant, he dissapeared, looking at a large mountain chain. "No way! The Drakalor Chain!" HE said. He looked at himself, and smiled. He was wearing a monk's outfit, and had on a backpack. Inside was a few rations and some apples. He realized what was happening.
He was in the game!
"Ok, Ebony!" he said, starting for the town of Terinyo. "Who am I?"
He heard a voice in his head. "Your name is Anglo. You are a human male monk. I was tempted to make you female, but..."
"Yeah thanks." He said. "You trying toi give me an idea here?"
The feline smiled. "If not you, someone. Maybe noit base it on ADOM, but on a game they like. Perhaps DOOM?"
The monkified author chuckled and shook his head, heading into the town. "Nah, a little overdone." He talked with the locals, glad to see them more verbose than in his game. He learned of a mad carpenter, and of a lost puppy dog. he also learned of the rouge bandit plauging the countryside.
FOr a long time, he adventured, though for us he was there only an hour or so.
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"OH GOD!!!" The author screamed, the orcs coming hard on him now. He was trapped in their city, fighting them off left and right.
But he was doomed. There were just too many, and finally an orc's blade hit home. "Oh.... shit.... fuck....." He mumbled, falling to the floor.
"Game over." The cat said. When the author opened his eyes, he was back in his room, the cat looking at him with a smile. "Not bad though, level 25, got some awesome skills."
The author smiled as he got up, unable to resist saying it. He was a monk after all.
"I know kung fu." He said, smiling.
The feline smiled and poured out another potion, turning the room into a large dojo, similar to the one in the Matrix. He then got in a fighter stance, drawing his claws.
"Show me."
The author charged at him, remembering what he learned from before, trying to get through his skills. But he rememebered Ebony had fought a whole town of hunters. This was a cakewalk to him.
But that was not about to change how he fought.
For some time, they traded blows, neither one landing one, th other blocking every blow. Until, finally, the fleine hit him hard enough to send him reeling. "Gotcha!" he said, holding his stance. The other tumbled end over end for a bit, finally getting up, a huge bruise on his side.
"I may know it." He said, holding it and chuckling. "But I am not Neo."
The two laughed, returning to the bedroom where the author was before.
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"Sorry you have to go without a meal this time." The author said. "But I appreciate the ideas you gave me. But what about those requests?"
The feline smiled. "Not to worry." He said. "FT told you basically what to do right?"
The author nodded. "Yeah. But the other... I cannot remember. The file I saved of her request was corrupt, and I owe her big time!"
The fleine nodded. "Well you know it is a learning to cook story, so go from there. I'm sure she will understand."
The author nodded. "That is another thing: I thinki she is a he. My memory is worse than an Jason Bourne."
The feline smiled. "Agreed. But you'll get it. As for the game based story... think about what you have, and go from there."
The author nodded. "Alright. Again, sorry I can't feed you."
The fleine shrugged. "Eh, no worries. I'll pick someone up on my way home."
The author smiled and watched as the plushie slowly but surely dissapeared. He smiled and began to type, marking every word that he could remember, jotting down ideas.
"At this rate I will NEVER have writer's block!" He said as a joke. But he was right.
The key was... what one to do next?
THE END
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