Zinith
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I have my OWN God thank you very much 

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Criminy, you're helpful.It can be tricky to give characters good motivations, and making them funny can also be a bit harrowing. But for some people it comes naturally. Comedy doesn't come to me very naturally, though I did manage some comedic moments in my script where appropriate.
Motivations aren't that hard, though. Good motivations might be difficult to work out, but any motivation is better than no motivation, which is what all the characters in his script had.
I'll have to clarify that my exhaustion and attitude regarding classmates' works is that I'm in my final semester of college, I've read dozens of people's short stories and scripts, and there's very little imagination in 8 or 9 out of 10 works. If I had a dollar for every story that involved alcohol, bars, clubs, parties, relationships, or angels/demons, I could buy a nice dinner for two. Yeah, I don't get the angels/demons thing either. I think it comes from people being inspired by Supernatural or generic young adult novels.
Last semester, the screenrwiting class I took had this one girl whose script was about a serial killer who had a devil on his shoulder (named Asmodeus; oddly, another girl completely independently also had a devil named Asmodeus in her script). This devil compelled him to kill young women to keep him out of hell. As someone who's also taken several theology classes, this kind of thing drives me nuts. What's worse, the story was basically that he manages to kidnap her, brutally torture and kill her (in graphic detail), and then... that's it. No meaning, no greater message about humanity, just terrible premise with an awful execution (pun intended). Which is funny, because stories without any meaning or message was exactly what my professor told us was bad in the beginning of the class, but that somehow slipped this girl's mind. You could tell my professor was trying to be kind and constructive to her script, despite previously talking mad **** about a horror movie he saw that had the same exact problem.
What made the situation even worse was that this girl would also be the first to chime in with criticisms on other people's scripts when it was their days. I don't think a compliment ever came out of her mouth. She'd tell people that she thought their characters were flat and stuff, despite her script being no less flat than theirs. There was one day in particular where there was one minute of class yet and we were wrapping up, but she raised her hand right before the professor dismissed us just to criticize the other student's work, and then she immediately packed her things and left. I'm just thankful she wasn't there the day my script was workshopped, because by then I was pretty fed up with her.
My creative writing classes were generally better. But the last two that I took were ones that you had to apply to get into, and only 15 people would be accepted, so it filtered out a lot of the people who wouldn't have been good contributors to the class. There were still some irksome scripts there, but everyone there were nice people and more serious about the literary craft in general, so I have a lot of respect for them. Problem is, I was writing silly alien sci-fi stories set in a series, while they were all tackling more self-contained genre fiction, which made me feel like a bit of a black sheep.
In this series writing class, at least, the first script we workshopped was for a sci-fi action series, just like mine. And a handful of students' scripts are for animated works, too. So I feel more at home in this class than I have in any other class I've taken, even if I scratch my head at some of their writing.
I've been workshopping a story for several years, part of the reason I haven't actually started writing anything for it beyond concepts is that I have no idea how to start it or what I want the greater meaning to be (beyond some basic in-universe mythology and philosophy). The other part is that I really like building concepts more than actually writing them.It can be tricky to give characters good motivations, and making them funny can also be a bit harrowing. But for some people it comes naturally. Comedy doesn't come to me very naturally, though I did manage some comedic moments in my script where appropriate.
Motivations aren't that hard, though. Good motivations might be difficult to work out, but any motivation is better than no motivation, which is what all the characters in his script had.
I'll have to clarify that my exhaustion and attitude regarding classmates' works is that I'm in my final semester of college, I've read dozens of people's short stories and scripts, and there's very little imagination in 8 or 9 out of 10 works. If I had a dollar for every story that involved alcohol, bars, clubs, parties, relationships, or angels/demons, I could buy a nice dinner for two. Yeah, I don't get the angels/demons thing either. I think it comes from people being inspired by Supernatural or generic young adult novels.
Last semester, the screenrwiting class I took had this one girl whose script was about a serial killer who had a devil on his shoulder (named Asmodeus; oddly, another girl completely independently also had a devil named Asmodeus in her script). This devil compelled him to kill young women to keep him out of hell. As someone who's also taken several theology classes, this kind of thing drives me nuts. What's worse, the story was basically that he manages to kidnap her, brutally torture and kill her (in graphic detail), and then... that's it. No meaning, no greater message about humanity, just terrible premise with an awful execution (pun intended). Which is funny, because stories without any meaning or message was exactly what my professor told us was bad in the beginning of the class, but that somehow slipped this girl's mind. You could tell my professor was trying to be kind and constructive to her script, despite previously talking mad **** about a horror movie he saw that had the same exact problem.
What made the situation even worse was that this girl would also be the first to chime in with criticisms on other people's scripts when it was their days. I don't think a compliment ever came out of her mouth. She'd tell people that she thought their characters were flat and stuff, despite her script being no less flat than theirs. There was one day in particular where there was one minute of class yet and we were wrapping up, but she raised her hand right before the professor dismissed us just to criticize the other student's work, and then she immediately packed her things and left. I'm just thankful she wasn't there the day my script was workshopped, because by then I was pretty fed up with her.
My creative writing classes were generally better. But the last two that I took were ones that you had to apply to get into, and only 15 people would be accepted, so it filtered out a lot of the people who wouldn't have been good contributors to the class. There were still some irksome scripts there, but everyone there were nice people and more serious about the literary craft in general, so I have a lot of respect for them. Problem is, I was writing silly alien sci-fi stories set in a series, while they were all tackling more self-contained genre fiction, which made me feel like a bit of a black sheep.
In this series writing class, at least, the first script we workshopped was for a sci-fi action series, just like mine. And a handful of students' scripts are for animated works, too. So I feel more at home in this class than I have in any other class I've taken, even if I scratch my head at some of their writing.
Look. When you're out here fighting against the front lines, things about you change. Things change very... very drastically. You begin to lose sight of who you really are, what people you saw as friends, allies... or enemies. I was out here after the eighth day of March, willingly getting ready to breach all the support for my fellow salvager. Even that one black guy with the Guile haircut pushed for... Who we call around here, the "Scarlet Dandelion". Time is a fickle thing. It makes you more giddier, thinking you'll be ready for the moment of truth, when in actuality, that's never the case.
During those times in the trenches, with my tablet in hand, I still went on my adventure through the sea of clouds and titans. I fell in love with, what I previously misjudged and incorrectly stated as "terrible"... Seein' that boy's story gripped my heart, nuts and all with a ride like you've never seen before. I felt many emotions going through me during my time out here, fighting against the crafting blocks... flames from a muscular feline and the... theorists.
Every broadcast that the Japanese man in leopard had, with his purple and yellow chairs, I was rooting for others, don't get me wrong. But I was waiting for my boy to come home from the war, much like a wife does waiting for her husband to come back. As each month went on, when I finally completed the job of seeing my boy through his adventure, I could've never wanted to push for someone in my entire life. It felt like I was a supportive father watching my son at graduation.
But on that fateful day in November... It's where it all changed. We thought we won the war. But it was too late. The reports came back that our boy was dead. I was there alongside people of all races and colors -- even the man with the Guile haircut -- it felt like world peace, before the report came. Seeing the clothes being worn on that... thing.... Then, "friends" you thought were your friends turned on you when you needed it the most. They began to spit on the legacy he had and our efforts, thus, leading to this very moment. The war had ended, but we're all still reeling back from the war.
I'm a changed man, Hinata.
It ain't Scott here anymore... Just a hollow shell with a tiny spark of soul left, wondering if it's worth it or not.
You can let loose around me, bro.Y'know, I kinda blanked out for the past 15 or so minutes and I didn't mean to go this ham, probably my most heartfelt post over a goddamn character lmao.
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.Look. When you're out here fighting against the front lines, things about you change. Things change very... very drastically. You begin to lose sight of who you really are.
would've been cool back in like 2009 tbhAlso I play Roblox
I gazed into the abyss once.He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
Not making your musical number your avatar
I hate how much I can relate to this.Who has two thumbs and accidentally took a five hour nap that will certainly **** with his sleep schedule for the next couple days?
This guy.
Just be like me and have a sleep schedule that's already ****ed. Simple.Who has two thumbs and accidentally took a five hour nap that will certainly **** with his sleep schedule for the next couple days?
This guy.
I don't generally take naps.Who has two thumbs and accidentally took a five hour nap that will certainly **** with his sleep schedule for the next couple days?
This guy.
R-E-S-K-M-D-PNot making your musical number your avatar
I feel so betrayed.
Already own it.I'm gonna have to ask you to stop what you're doing and go buy Necrodancer right Heckin' now.
Guess who got woken up this morning by my apartment’s fire alarms twice within the span of four hours?Who has two thumbs and accidentally took a five hour nap that will certainly **** with his sleep schedule for the next couple days?
This guy.
I think the last time I take a nap was in kindergarten.Who has two thumbs and accidentally took a five hour nap that will certainly **** with his sleep schedule for the next couple days?
This guy.
This echoes true for all rebellions who push their own icons, those of the bear race and the demons slayers, but at what point does it become self-depreciation of one's own sanity and values? Just to win? Gain respect among others? Yeah, I know that the rather buxom women my boy had dressed in red and yellow looked pretty funky, but couldn't it be said for other members who got accepted in the upper echelon?He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
How to make someone feel old 101: See aboveI think the last time I take a nap was in kindergarten.
But what you described happens all the time to my dad.
Sometimes you don't go looking for a nap. The nap goes looking for you.I think the last time I take a nap was in kindergarten.
But what you described happens all the time to my dad.
I saw that on the Xenoblade Chronicles Reddit.How are you guys not talking about Monolith making a Zelda game
What a sad, sad life you've lived.I think the last time I take a nap was in kindergarten.
Sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me.R-E-S-K-M-D-P
FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS TO ME!
Man, Zelda's been on fire lately.How are you guys not talking about Monolith making a Zelda game
Bold of you to assume I have a talent to do anything productive with my free time.What a sad, sad life you've lived.
A productive one, but a sad one nonetheless.
Here's how:How are you guys not talking about Monolith making a Zelda game
Okay yeah that might be worse.Guess who got woken up this morning by my apartment’s fire alarms twice within the span of four hours?
This guy.
All I know is they're hiring for development on a Zelda title, which is not being handled by the Xenoblade team. Perhaps the EPD support team is taking the lead on the project.I saw that on the Xenoblade Chronicles Reddit.
Care to explain more?
EDIT: Supposedly they helped work on Breath of the Wild, so it might be hinting at a larger project.
That sounds rad, maybe it's the next big one?How are you guys not talking about Monolith making a Zelda game
Noice.Sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me-sock-it-to-me.
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Also, might regret this, but...
Noipoi , I heard you like Red Heads.
Well, I just drew and coloured one of my many, many, many, many OCs, who happens to be the reddest of heads.
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All you guys are getting is an isolated head-shot, because of reasons.
Monolith is hiring people for the next Zelda game.I saw that on the Xenoblade Chronicles Reddit.
Care to explain more?
EDIT: Supposedly they helped work on Breath of the Wild, so it might be hinting at a larger project.
I did twice I think, I don't know where to go with this now, lmao.You can let loose around me, bro.
I’m not purposely trying to make it a competition but yeah unexpected sleep experiences all around.Okay yeah that might be worse.
For being such a big Metal Gear Solid fan I've never really even played the original Metal Gear Solid. Only The Twin Snakes. Which I've completed multiple times.What is/are your biggest gaming faux pas(es?)?
One of mine.......I've never played Majora's Mask, yet I claim to be a huge Zelda fan.
All you guys are getting is an isolated head-shot, because of reasons.
What do you even say to a voice actor to get them to make a noise like that?
Sure. Reasons.
That sounds rad, maybe it's the next big one?
Noice.
Noice.
Noice.
I had to say it three times, to get the point across.
I mentioned my old forum habits a few hours ago. This is a character I made during that "old forum habit" time. Do the math.Sure. Reasons.
I wish I was able to perform that laugh.What do you even say to a voice actor to get them to make a noise like that?
"Hey, I need you to sound like you're being tickled while falling down the stairs. K?"
I hope to find out one day.