Idea: Jacob, a 21 year old college student, has their life turned upside down when a stranger shows up to kill him. Turns out, he’s a new god! The God of Destruction, Death, and Decay to be exact. Having realized this guy has no idea what he’s talking about, Ian, a Godkiller, now sees this once in a lifetime experience of shaping a god to their own perspective. Others, however, see things differently and they now have a battalion of Godkillers out there dead set on killing the supposed God of “everything bad”. Hijinks ensue.
I would like to preface this by saying that I hate names with a passion. So you’ll probably start to see a pattern of only seeing the most generic names possible for everyone. Either that or a random assortment of syllables I came up with to sound fancy. This rule, as you’ve probably noticed extends to titles whereby I try to have them explain their story in the title. Or in the case of Error 500, I thought the name of too many windows open on your computer causing it to crash was a good shorthand for the story.
(Above) Our main characters, (Below) some Godkillers
If you can’t tell, the Godkillers all wear masks over their faces. Some like the aesthetically appeal, others go for more functional. Either way their face can’t be seen. I think it was something to do with Godkiller culture, but I can’t remember. What I can remember is that all Godkillers have special weapons ordain with some magical hoo-hah that allows them to kill a god dead. Ian’s a Mace.
The story would revolve around Jacob coming into his newfound powers and the slow, but dawning, realization that being the God of Death, Destruction, and Decay doesn’t only have it physical ramifications, but intangible ones too. The death of his many friendships. Destruction of his family. And decay of his self worth. Being a “good” god isn’t as simple as not doing bad things. Fated to always hurt the ones closest to him, Jacob becomes unsure of himself. In the end, self-isolation doesn’t solve anything, the falling out of the relationships with his friends was bound to happen, and his family loves him no matter what.
Setting: A boarding school/testing facility for minors that have suddenly gained supernatural abilities
The Main Character (MP) is introduced through different activities of the facility
They are nice, caring, loyal to friends, and will to stand up for others (despite having only just met)
Introductions to supporting cast:
Lie Detector: Has the ability to tell if someone is lying. Not if what they are saying is the truth.
Catch: They can’ lie themselves. Lying causes immense pain that has only increased as their pain tolerance increased with it. It’s likely they wouldn’t feel a gunshot wound
Mini-Space Manipulation: Can manipulate anything inside of a 5in. cube of space of their choosing.
Catch: Can’t manipulate anything they can’t directly see and nothing inside the area can be moving without the manipulators intervention.
Emotion Puppet: A person? who’s body is made up entirely of wood. They can control the emotions of anyone and anything they so choose. Cannot control the thoughts or actions of an individual however
Catch: They themselves cannot feel emotions. None. They have no motivation in life. No need for self preservation. No want to make friends. No greed, selfishness, anger, happiness. Just empty.
Body Manipulator: One of the head guards in charge of keeping everyone in line and safe. They can control every physical function of the human body and warp it to their own ends. If they want to, they can rip the skin off muscle, veins from skin, cells from bone, and keep you alive as long they remember to keep your heart pumping and lunging breathing
Catch: To control one part of the body is to control the entire thing. If they mess up and don’t place everything back where it once was or forget to keep blood pumping to a certain area then they’ve ruined a part of someone else’s body without even realizing it.
It’s a modern world of magic. Fairies, dragons, orcs and what have you all live in semi realistic harmony with one another and our main character (MP) is your normal everyday mail delivery human. Been working in the field for over 12 years and despite living with the knowledge that they can literally be and do whatever they want with the help of magic, they only know one spell. It’s the only real spell any delivery man needs in this day and age and that’s a spell that makes magical boxes. That’s it. They can make them big, small, long, or tall and even make several move without touching them, but that’s the only spell that they can do. But damn if they’re not the most amazing magical box spell user there is.
One day, while doing what they do best, the MP gets caught up in magical heist shenanigans. Without even realizing it they’ve gotten themselves caught up in the world of magical crime mafias, gladiators, assassins, and cops. Fortunately for the MP a different hardened criminal has gotten entangle with helping them find a way to “deliver” the item that was stolen in the previously mentioned shenanigans.
Gimmick: You can either be average at everything or really amazing at one thing and that’s the MP in a nut shell. Their Box spell can be used as a shield, bridge, weapon, pole, etc. the possibilities are endless. The only reason why they were able to get involved with heisty shenanigans is because of the box abilities. Every single person the MP comes across either underestimates or overthinks their magical abilities and ends up losing the fight because of it.
Idea: Some strange and unexplainable occurrences have been going on in the apartment Main Character(MP) has moved into. Cabinets opening and closing. Mugs flying off tables. Flickering lights. None of these things have deterred the MP from living here, they only wish they could record evidence of these phenomena without worried about being called fake. Well one day, this formally invisible entity, becomes a full blown apparition. Thus starts a video docu. series noting all the strange things about this entity living inside MP’s apartment.
Entity: The mysterious black entity, dubbed “Buddy” by MP, is a shadow being with no distinct shape other than fuzzy and vaguely ovular. It cannot speak other than through angry hissing/growling. Most and all communication is done through actions only. The camera, or at least in the MP’s line of site, should never sees it move. When the entity moves it should be like a jump scare: The camera looks away and turns back to see the entity in front of them.
Perspective: This story should be told from a first person perspective of only showing the audience what the camera sees. Any and all knowledge about this world relayed to audience by what can be observed, assumed, and told by the MP. What is known about the world and the MP should be severely limited to the confines of the apartment. There is NO explanation about the what/how/why of the MP or the entity. The story is only their interactions with one another.
Idea: A whole bunch of movies crash together and begin to destroy one another from the inside out. Four different protagonists from four different movies must band together to find out what caused this to happen and save their movies before there’s nothing to go back to.
RP – Romance Protagonist
AP – Action Protagonist
HP – Horror Protagonist
CP – Comedy Protagonist
OGHP – Original Horror Protags.
HPV – Horror Villain
The wedding. Everyone’s smiling, some crying. The bride is given a knowing smile by a woman in the front row.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Shit hits the fan! Alien monsters start attacking people. The groom gets abducted. Bride runs out of church and looks on in horror
*RP was once a down-to-earth librarian. Although a little shy her fiancé help push her out of her comfort zone and showed her how great the outside world is in comparison to her books. She is now forced to save her should-be husband from whatever took him.
AP is kicking alien ass. Punching through throats, tearing heads, explosions!
Shit hits more fans? AP looks on in curiosity as the sky warps vertically
*AP is just done with the apocalypse. Been there, currently doing that. Their world sucks. Everyones dead or brainwashed. The only reason why they keep fighting is that there’s an alien dictatorship hellbent on taking over the galaxy and no one else is going to stop them. AP is just here to keep their respective universe safe from harms way.
A group of ragged survivors are running from something big, loud, and not far behind. One person trips and falls
“Leave him! he’ll only slow us down.”
Just as the lone HP is about to be crushed by the monster:
Statically warped building begin to appear all around. The OGHP’s are either decimated by aliens or forcibly engrained into a sudden building. The monster becomes separated from the only surviving HP.
HP is freaked out. Now in an alleyway, They walk to the main street.
*HP is a play on the Black Guy always dies in a horror film. He was the one that was supposed to die in the film not his compatriots. He has no name. No backstory. Not even a character motivation. Worse of all, he’s awful at running.
Appears to have tripped and stands up. They look rather bewildered
I’ll be starting less of a writing journal and more of a place that hold all of my different ideas. Or maybe they’re the same thing. They don’t feel like the same thing. Whatever. I just need a more permanently secure place for these ideas. I love more than the next guy, but in terms of longevity. They kinda have some ground to cover. I’ll also put down my thoughts on writing and some haphazard ideas that come to me.
This is my very first entry of my online journal. It feels very odd putting something on the internet like this. I’m actually a very private person, in regards to my online presence. I have no twitter, instagram, Facebook, YouTube, or any other kind of media account. I don’t really have a reason other than I don’t really have anything to say and I don’t really want to feel pressured into responding to my family’s posts. The reason why this has suddenly changed is because I’ve realized that I don’t really have anything to fill my day with. The Coronavirus is in full affect around the globe. People are dying. Barely anyone goes outside their homes. And it’s gotten very hard not to want to just sit down and cry at how bad the state of the world is and how I can only sit here and do nothing about it. So to distract myself from that line of thinking–this journal.
Let’s start out with what I have done today. It started out really nice. I got up and made myself food and took care of my plants. I’ll introduce them:
The Blackberry Empire. Completely isolated from the rest of the plants, they’re not very keen on being friends. The Empire is fully ready to kill any plant in their path towards yardal domination. Luckily they have been contained in a metal planter and any attempts at escape are quickly dealt with by yours truly. They await patiently for my guard to go down so they can strike against any nearby soil. Status: Contained, but full iron chlorosis imminent
The only line of defense against the Empire, Julia has taken on the task of keeping them at bay. She has fought long and hard to become worthy of the knighthood and intends to use her martial prowess to protect her king. Status: Healthy. New leaves are growing in beautifully. Flowers are in full bloom. No issues to be resolved
King Nicholas the Meyer Lemon, Ruler over the Far Side of the Yard. He didn’t ask to be thrust into leadership so early in life. He only just started making lemons! But someone has to lead the garden plants. His rule has gone without a hitch. No wars or invasions. The Bees and Wasps have come and gone with their help in pollination and pest control. Although Nicholas fears he’ll only lead his small section of the Yard to ruin, he really is a good king. Status: Fine. Same as Julia. Nothing to worry about.
Not the most ruly sort, the Hillbilly Blackberries are always ready for a fun time. They separate the Lemons and the Blueberries and honestly are just happy that no ones tried attacking them yet. They’re perfectly happy with where they are, though they sometimes wish they could show some of the other plants a good time. Status: Pretty alright. Lots of healthy growth. Some iron chlorosis.
Once a semblance of seven, they have now been whittled to only three. The Blueberry Elite are a proud family of hardworking and beautiful individuals that despise how easy the Meyer Lemons have it. The Lemons didn’t have to watch their family members dies around them as the wind dried their roots from safety. The Lemons don’t have to worry about sleeping during the winter and possibly never awaking again. They don’t have to deal with being cramped in one metal cube when some nice Terra-cotta was available. The three bitter siblings left alive are: Ricardo, Serenity, and Doomguy — whose walked through hell and returned in hopes of only to live in peace with their family. Status: Great. Full Bloom. Need bigger netting protection. Currently dealing with Ph imbalance
The Strawberry Folk by the Shade are just here to have a good time and enjoy themselves while they can. Peace and goodwill and all that. Status: Good. Need to take a closer look for pests.
Completely unruly sort with no regards for the rules. The hang out in the outer edge of the Far Side of the Yard in order to stay out of the sight of the King Nicholas’ reign. It’s unclear whether they dislike him for the way he runs the Yard or if they just don’t like the monarchy in general. Status: Healthy
The newest member of the Meyer Lemon Royalty, Esther is compassionate and ready take on any challenge that faces her. Though she isn’t as strong as her brother, she’ll always be there for Nicholas when he needs her. Status: Right as rain. Slight Nitrogen deficiency. In need of a new pot.
That’s all of the currently growing plants so far. Theres some germinating spinach, broccoli, chives, okra, peppers, and tomatoes next to the patio, but you don’t need to see pictures of dirt for that. Taking care of my plants was the entirety of my day. Now I’m writing in this journal.
I suppose the next thing I should write about is what’s been happening so far, that isn’t in regards to the pandemic. I’ve been playing A Hat in Time. A very cute and creative game that’s made me want to make my own. Alas, however, I don’t have the technological capacities to take on such a goal. That doesn’t mean I can’t still plan like I do. I’ve also finally started play Bioshock Infinite with Dad and Skylar. I think Dad likes it. The games far more cinematic than what I’ve shown him previously. I watched the Sonic the Hedgehog movie with Dad as well. It was very stupid, but made me happy all the same.
I’ve been getting an urge to begin doing art again, but where to point myself is the difficult part. I’ll try exploring that after I finish this entry. I think I’m going to make separate journals for different parts of my life. One for the day-to-day, one for gardening, and another for my artistic endeavors. I think that’s everything I want to write down for today.