Welcome ladies and gentleman, to the first annual community art project. You may be asking, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GANTIC'S BEEN MAKING TONS OF PROJECTS LATELY.
You are right, but here's the thing. The projects here involve individual work. Here, is teamwork and teamwork only.
Our goal: To make a community novel requiring loads of helping hands.
Here are the jobs you can choose from
-Writer- This job requires you to write at least one chapter at a time for the book. You may choose this and another job from the list below. -Illustrator- Drawing some scenes related to the chapter. They must be GOOD. Show us some of your work before signing up for this one. -Plot Directors- These people will be the main people who plot out the main events in the story. Everyone will be able to suggest, but these people will have the last say and will contact the writers with their ideas. -Specialist- This person will be the creator for any miscellaneous items needed in the story. Ex1: There's a band story, you write the songs. Ex2: Two pen pals write letters. You write the letters. Note: You may not get as much jobs as you want, maybe even none, so you may choose this, Writer, and another job -Editor- Reads over the chapters for spelling and grammar, makes minor changes for misunderstandings.
Rules:
1. Writer's write one chapter at a time. You must state when you are writing. Simply say which chapter you call so nobody ends up writing it too. 2. Writer's may not write until the plot directors have a clear plot for you. You may make only minor changes and add anything you like, but stick the bare plot points. 3. Illustrators can either write black and white or color. Each drawing will be approved by a majority vote by every participant 4. Read the whole story before starting a new chapter. This is not a random make a story thread. It's a serious project
That's all.
So, let's start off by asking for who will participate and maybe get some suggestions for the beginning of our book.
Oohhh, I see I'm wayyyyy behind. I'd love to be a writer too! But somebody hit me up fast! I don't know what's going on.
Read the map. That's where the story takes place. Good and bad dragons are in the land, but they take back the land against the humans call home, which is really the dragons'. We're waiting for Chillz to finish chapter one.
âDoes this make my butt look big?â âItâs an eighty-pound heap of refined steel plate. Itâs not supposed to look pretty,â âBut does it make my butt look big?â â...you look fabulous, now can we get a move on?â âOf course!â Geoffrey declared happily, leading the way outside their tent and into a firestorm. His companion, Trevor he liked to be called, had paid for his lie and began burning horrendously thanks to a well-placed flaming rock. âSeems like the Mindless Ones of Tekko-Joust are finally stepping up their game!â Geoffrey declared, narrowly dodging another flaming rock. A glance about the mercenary camp proved that Trevorâs fate was not an exclusive privilege; corpses littered the ground and rivulets of blood dribbled down the small hillside. The blasts slowed, then the sound of artillery stopped altogether. âTheyâll start coming, looking for something to eat,â Geoffrey remarked, picking up a few bags and running down the hillside. Any survivors? Nope. Any hope of getting that gold he was promised? Nope. Were things going to get worse for him if he didnât start running? Eeyup. The young merc rolled his eyes; the city of Tekko-Joust had always been a piss-hole, but had recently fallen into total disrepair. Some blamed the new âmanagementâ. Others blamed the ever-consuming Mindless Ones. Geoffrey blamed the economy. A resonating boom echoed through the empty air, chilling the young mercenary to his core. Geoffreyâs heart stopped, his leg froze, and his mind dared him to look up. He knew what was up there, and what they meant to the lands around here. Finally, he gave in. A quick glance to the sky revealed two massive metal abominations, black spikes protruding from their orb-esque forms. One had (what could barely be called) dark orange eyes, glowing like fire. There was a luster to his glow, a warmth in the stare, something you could feel in your heart. The other, however, had a piercing cold glance from his light-blue metal irises. He didnât care about who got hurt on his way to glory, just that his realm was kept in check. The two monstrosities boomed at each other for a moment or two before turning their backs to the insignificant soldier-for-hire and hovered off slowly. âMaster of Cold and the Top Flame, always trying to keep their lessers in order,â Geoffrey chuckled, marching off to the west, âWell that leaves me unemployed. None of the cities are within walking distance,â Geoffrey looked out at the glimmering castle in the distance, âand I really never got to go on that vacation my dad promised me before I slit his throat,â a moment of heavy pondering passed. So with a spring in his step and a whistle in his throat, the great mercenary Geoffrey set off for Castle Variantia.
