Alright, this is where it become important I know people are reading this. I need to find out what happens from here in the story and have a few options:
1) A number of people who’d been around the narrative character at the point that the wormhole opened are who are with him/her
2) A number of her/his contemporaries were sent through
3) The wormhole was a true rip in both space and time meaning that the people going through were from random eras and parts of the world…. essentially there could be the fun of Amelia Earhart or other people who’ve vanished mysteriously being in there. I don’t feel like using celebrity personas though so not actually anyone like that. Still, a cowboy, a WWI soldier …. whatever.
4) [insert a suggestion here]
Also this is the scifi of the sort that looks at humanity and asks a what if. In this case, if modern day people are transplanted to some other part of the galaxy by the destruction of their … well… nearly everything… how do they adapt? What might they do? I hate doing it through such a tragic start, and may change that. Though I doubt it, the first line of the prologue is what inspired the story. It’s my “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” What has happened so far, for those friends less SciFi indoctrinated: Nuclear war has broken out, a very powerful themonuclear warhead has opened a wormhole between Earth and elsewhere (a wormhole being a rip in space and time and possibly more dimensions). In this case the wormhole is one of the currently theorised micro-singularites that has been struck by a detonating nuke, and the nuke has acted like an OD of Miracle Grow. Why? Because it sounded like a cool concept.
Anyway I digress the question I’ve not made up my mind about and would like to know feelings on:
Are they on a technologically advanced, inhabited planet? Are they on a virgin world that happens to be close enough to a race with interstellar travel that after some time on this world they’ll be discovered by the others? Or are they left to fend entirely on their own and just at some point they find remnants of a crash, or departed civilisation that catapults their development? Some other suggestion?
I ask for these points of input because I’d like to know what my friends would be interested in seeing in this story. I’ll ultimately use the idea that I pick myself, but the input will help me decide this.
I must have comments. Also what I must have are who these other people are regardless of origin.
I’ll take suggestions in comment form or email (dravenloft@gmail.com).
Just send personalities, name, age, sex, religion, philosophy… anything. Please no long bios (think index card sized character sheet), let’s try to assume they speak English (my Latin is rusty and my German is broken at best, alright). I will likely use most of the suggestions, any I don’t use will likely be due to my not feeling secure in how to write them and will still likely use them in background anyhow.
Seriously. Post comments, PLEASE. Comments on the story so far are much appreciated too. Tell me you hate it, tell me you love it. Tell me if you feel the person that the story has telling the story sounds male or female, young or old. Shit I don’t care. Just let me know someone besides is reading this. Because I’m writing the story on paper and it takes about 30 minutes to copy from the paper to the LJ, and I won’t if there’s no point. DISCLAIMER:Below is a scene cut from the story. I wrote it tonight because … well…. try working in a call centre sometime. Things like this happen to your mind. It goes before the beginning of Chapter 1. It is bad, it is tragic and it may be a perfectly reasonable description of what happened, it’s one that I think is best left out unless it can somehow be massively reworded. Comment on it if you like, read it if you like. Just remember I only put it here for posterity and because I’m not going to have written a page just to throw it in the garbage. Don’t bother with negative comments. I already know it’s bad, in fact anyone who actually clicks the cut will find sympathy in the dictionary between ‘shit’ and ‘syphilis.’ Also this is not getting revised or corrected as I type… there’s too little chance of this seeing insertion into the story so there’s no point.
Thousands of Megatons of burning death raced into the stratosphere watched by a grim figure. His people had suffered and soon the cause of their suffering would taste his revenge. He turned and strode back to his office to prepare for the war this would inevitably spark, but one he knew he could win by this powerful surprise attack and the carefully chosen targets.Two hours later the counter attack rains down. Few of his people had time to suffer before they were naught but a scorched spot on the ground. He and his army and the unfortunate enough to be in the shelters did suffer.
Thousands of miles away the story was little different. The recipient of the revenge for these crimes was caught by surprise, and discovered that it was ill prepared for an attack that had no warning from rockets launched from origins unwatched, but at least they were bigger and could lash out against the attacker with “superior weapons” (defined as a larger degree of overkill).
A year later the population of the planet had dropped sharply as countries took advantage of weakened enemies and recieved the retaliation of allies. Probably a few people survived, certainly some of the animals did. Though the human race of planet Earth ended here. The people who survived did so the same as the other animals: long enough to become something better suited to the new world that’d been born.
