So they have been on Earth for 4647 years so far?
That means that for the 5thousands that they will remain they have left 353 years of ruling here before whatever happens that kicks them out.
Yeah in canon, the Tau'ri rebellion takes place in about 3000 BC.
I had to advance the calendar about a century and a half for one of my targeted events that I forgot the date of. Plus I know that if I screwed that date up I would never hear the end of it.
Dude, she just synced up your calendar. You know what BC means.
Try to record the birth of Christ if you can. It's going to have some trade value to the humans and may save your ass for what amounts to doing very little actual work. Also he was a carpenter right? Have him make you a couple of 4 panel window panes. What better anti-vamp weapon could you have than a cross made by Jesus himself?
Then again God is real in Buffyverse so there is this teensy chance that you'll burst into flames instantly when you lay eyes on his boy what with being an evil space snake and all. Also touching him might just cure the host of... you. maybe not buy the windows I guess.
Inside of a darkened room with freshly used ritual circle, as evidenced by the smoke rising from the markings, there were three individuals conversing in hushed tones.
The tallest was thin and gaunt, with cloth wrappings that were seemingly made of blood. Adorning his flesh were hooks and piercings, almost like he was a piece of half finished stitching, with exposed ribs. And, upon said ribs dangled cages that had human captives.
The middle one, and had the vague appearance of a rapturous woman, set aflame with fire and encased in blackened steel.
The last and shortest, at just over five times the height of one of the first's captive humans. He appeared to be a massive and evil version of a fantasy dwarf. With wisps of smoke pouring out of his eyes. Interestingly enough the aura of malice around him was the largest out of the three.
*Tell me, Dwarf. Why have none of the champions appeared before us?* the tallest asked in a raspy voice, then began dabbing away the blood seeping from his mouth.
*I've told you that if we want to circumnavigate around that thing's gaze, we have to show caution. Besides, it takes time to locate and grab them.*
*That was not the question. They should have been sent to the Valley of the Sun already.*
*Well how about you try to use omni-13 mathematics in a base-12 format and see how you like it.*
As the two entities began to argue their other companion, who has not actually talked yet turned towards the broad chart on of of the walls. She released I surprisingly feminine giggle at discovering that at least one of the markings was now blinking in a steady dim light, like a heartbeat.
^:lol^
The noise drew the quarrelling duo over to the wall to see for themselves.
*Well Agony, what did I tell you? It was all a matter of patience.* the Dwarf mocked the tallest of their group.
^^ The elemental seems to speak almost telepathically, or would that be emphatically as she seems to use only emotional expressions to commune. Interesting.
*Yes, patience. But, look the Champion has ended up in the wrong time-stream, and is even now entwined with it. You know that that one will have to be made even more separate, so that the main-line does not become polluted, and incur the Tribunal.*
*Yes I know that. At least we got it to land on a Hellmouth this time, even if we screwed up on the date, and location. Then again it is hard to miss when aiming at Hellmouths on the Dark Continent, what with an almost even 20 big ones and give or take a few dozen minor ones at any one time.*
*That much is painfully obvious you damn dwarf. Those Hellmouths are the source of regional instability for many different world-paths. At least those distasteful worm parasites are good for something, with them unknowingly suppressing them. It's sad that we have to aid in the removal of the worms from Tau'ri if we wish to keep the peace.*
^^
*Yes you damn jumped up passion elemental. We have to remove them for if they rule Tau'ri for too long then Amatsu-Mikaboshi might awaken, before we can kill him.*
*So long as fewer than five of his twelve personal Hellmouths are open we still have time. I would prefer that none were open, but five is one of the two critical points for keeping him fitfully asleep.*
^^
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Dark Continent: Africa minus Madagascar plus the Middle East
6 - Spiritual Issues & What's a Slayer
Two more with the proofreader, then there will be a slowing of chapters. (I can do roughly 500ish - 750ish words a day, before muse chokes.)
**April 20th, 3353 BC, Morning - Day 32 of life
** 353 years BV
Once more the village elder made his presence known as he shuffled over to the door. He called out "This elder is pleased to welcome the Chosen One and her Watcher"
What the hell is a Chosen One, I thought I was here to meet the one known as the slayer. A chosen of what?
And, it was at that moment as the door opened that my tablet let out a soft chime letting me know that the search had been finished. And, I checked that number with a sense of almost unearthly calm, almost as though I had accepted death, and went with rare grace, while being led to one of the hated Asgard's abomination of a Hammer.
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As the old shaman was busy greeting and talking with the guests of the hour up front, I took the time to review the reports. It was then that I knew something was up, for I kid not where there should have been grey runes giving me a set of numbers, there was an abomination that I recognized somehow.
A set of psychedelic colored equines in childish skill were engraved upon my screen. I have no recollection of what this race could be, and neither did my genetic memories. Though a creeping sensation spread too quickly to fix through my form, as something well hidden whispered in fear that the abominations were too powerful to face. That the abominations could control celestial forces, as easily as they could walk, and they wielded them daily for eternity.
Turning to face the shamaness, Polecat I had to pause to ponder the question that was wanting to burst forth. Even more troubling I had to stop myself twice from almost calling an orbital bombing on the surrounding area.
And, then she reads me like I'm the damn tablet, and not the one in my hands "This one knows what you have found. And, yes the spirit that lingers around you, and that of your form's, does know what these abominations are and how terrible an incursion could be by some of the more militant varieties."
Spirits? What, does she mean on around me and, wait she said form. She knows what I am?
"You know of what I am?" I had to know even though the thought was terrifying.
"Nay, This one sees a triad of souls upon you. One weighed down upon by heavy chains of blackened bones, weary from the ages. The second is withering away under the weight of the first. And the last is free yet blending together with the first, yet still sprouting from it like a fresh sapling. Even now I can see it growing stronger"
The first has to be the genetic memory, does it truly weigh down upon me. But, if it is a soul as she has said, it would explain why it holds far too much information within itself. And, the aging could explain why it can be difficult to remember certain things the longer ago they happened.
The second was easily explainable as the host's soul. Afterall it is not uncommon for there to be a certain point upon which there is no hope, even for a sarcophagus to save the host, after removal. Said point usually arrives after about two to three decades, though there are enough outliers to say that, the pattern holds up about 90+% of the time.
The last though is the most worrisome, as it seems to imply one of two options. The first that it is my soul separate of the genetic memory one, and serves as a mechanism for the transfer of said memories down blood lines. The second and more terrifying of the options is that it is a parasite that will eventually drain me dry in its search for nourishment.
Before I could ask about the third the guest were shuffled into the back of the hut, with the rest of us. Though the shamaness turned to me with a consoling expression and stated in her typical dead voice "Worry not, upon the next inner alignment in two years, as Aral's light shines upon the dawn winds the sapling shall prove a blessing in disguise. Though you must be rooted for it over the passage."
That was actually horrifying, both that she knew that name, and that she could read me. Though it was strangely comforting to hear that it would be a boon unto me. It's always nice to stroke the ego a little. Aral, though is a star that is roughly 2,197 (13^3) light years away that finishes its system-birth in roughly two years, and is conveniently unclaimed as it lies almost a hundred parsecs outside of Goa'uld Space. It truly is convenient as I can see about asking Ra, for settlement rights to it as an expansion, huh I'm actually kind of giddy at the thought of it. Though her line about roots seems to mean that I would have to remain on Tau'ri till the time of the alignment. And now she's just given me a bag, and said that it would let me know the night prior to Aral's baptism.
The last line caught the attention of our new guests, causing the younger of the two to whip around at me. She obviously had backers as her pelts and weapons were much better than what most would be able to make, or even procure in this era. Even the scars on her face from some matter of beast did not detract from her appearance, overall i would say she was in her mid to late twenties. Though what was more interesting was that my lo'taur let out a little squeak and jerked back almost as though she was slapped. Elysia, while still strucken gasped out "Vala." huh, I guess that means the two know each other then.
Vala, turned to Elysia, and called out with slight surprise "Xeras, why are you so far from the village?" Xeras, why is that so familiar sounding.
Xeras . . . Xeras, Xeras. Police Girl {1} was finally supplied by whatever thing was the soul parasite. Vampyra Pura, the Alucard, a transcended member of her race, vampyras birthed of virgins and largely undying, solar immunity. Non-virgins made by vampyra are made into zombie like ghouls that an experienced vampire could control, can be effectively mass-produced with post-steam era tech. More commonly called Vampires{2}.
Huh, I should probably see if this host is a virgin then if they are real, make sure my future Police Girl is too.
Oh, the two are still talking, I should probably tune back in. I just managed to catch the end of Vala speaking.
". . . that's right I've been the Slayer ever since." hmm, that word again and the emphasis on it. Slayer, but slayer of what and why. I've learned that the two were from the same village a few years ago, before they were attacked by something, and Vala saved them.
But what is a slayer? "Excuse me, if you both are done for now, can we get onto more important manners, such as what in Anubis's unholy name is a Slayer? And, why we are here to meet in the first place."
It's here that Vala's elderly companion spoke up for the first time. "To answer the first as to what a slayer is the Watchers, of which I am a member of have safe-guarded a prophecy. And that Prophecy is: 'Into every generation, there is a chosen one. One girl in all the world.
She alone will wield the strength and skill to stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness;
To stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers.
She is the Slayer.'
And, that is the Prophecy of the slayer."
"That actually raises more questions. Such as, what would happen should I kill her in the next minute?" I knew I said something horrible as Elysia paled and let out a soft gasp, and Vala had tensed up ready to strike. The two shamans had already left to give us privacy.
The Watcher replied "She would die, or kill you more likely. If she were to die the spirit would escape to the next host to bear its mantle. There is no way to stop it, only delay. It has been this way for nearly forty-seven thousand years." You have to admire the balls on the Watcher, staring potential death in the face and not backing down.
"Very well, if you are so confident, then tell me about these so-called vampires that you two hunt."
"If that is what you want, a vampire is a form of weaponized leech of a demon soul that has taken a human host after eating its soul. Said transformation takes at most a day after imbibing the blood of the vampire's sire. A vampire is stronger and faster than humans, and will only grow more so as it ages. This comes at the cost of its demon self becoming more warped till eventually it can no longer resume human form. Even short periods of time in the sun can kill them, as will a piece of wood through the heart."
"That's all that makes them special?"
"No, as they age they can gain more powers to unleash and can stand the sun for longer periods. In referring to the impalement for killing them, only a wooden stake to the heart will finish them off. Anything else will simply at most stun it,or more commonly be ignored completely. Though the blasts from the staves of your kind's Jaffa seem to if it hits center mass light them up like dried leaves."
"Then why is it so hard for you humans to eliminate them?"
"Ah, that's where the demons come in I'm afraid . . .
Basic -
Demons, are a type of supernatural lifeform native to various Hell dimensions separated from Tau'ri and generally considered to be evil due to their lack of human souls and their destructive tendencies. The term is widely used to describe any creature that is not a god, unmodified human, or standard terrestrial animal. Though individual powers varied between different demon species, most, if not all, demon species possessed greater strength, endurance, and natural abilities than humans.
Reproduction -
Demons reproduce in a multitude of ways. Some species, such as vampires, reproduce by infecting humans and then inhabiting them and using their bodies. Others, such as Haxil Beasts infected humans in order to use their bodies to gestate their young. Some demon species reproduced via sexual intercourse. Some of these species are cross-fertile with humans. Some demon species reproduced via non-sexual methods, such as budding. Some other appeared to have been created or manufactured by some other entity, and as such do not reproduce on their own. Thaumogenesis would result in the accidental creation of a demon from a spell, often one of a great deal of power where the said demon acted as a way to balance the effects of the spell.
Diet -
Most demons eat meat, though there is the odd plant eater, some fed on the flesh of the dead to absorb their souls. Some will eat the flesh of other demons. And yet more have diets tailored towards a specific substance, for example: vampires drink blood, Hell Hounds feed on the brains of their victims, Sluks need lots of water, Ragna Demons capture and devour their victims in a manner similar to spiders. Certain demons have a preference for human virgins.
Other demons have obscure and somewhat metaphysical needs for sustenance. Soul Eaters were known for feeding on human souls, Lorophage demons fed on psychological traumas, Soul Gluttons absorbed human souls and magical energy to strengthen themselves, though thankfully they've been killed off, and Incubi fed specifically on the life force of human females while Succubi did the opposite.
. . . And, that's the basics for demons."
Holy Atok, the man could talk seemingly without breathing. Though I noticed that he did not mention about demonic powers. I was understandably worried that he would spew another long winded speech. I noticed that while Vala was still awake if not starting to doze off, Elysia had nodded off.
Apparently my host still had enough awareness that I had to suppress certain functions of its body. The normally skittish, silly lo'taur was actually a light sleeper. I stopped myself from placing my cloak on her, it would not do for a god to be seen as so plebeian.
Turning back to the Watcher, who's name I now deemed worthless from his long-winded speech. I asked the question that had been plaguing me "What powers do the demons have as a whole?"
He smugly replied "Imagine every supernatural ability, everything that your technology can do, now imagine that vast collective of abilities as a single grain of sand in the middle of the wide desert that surrounds us right now past the horizon. Do you have that in your mind right now?"
Nodding my affirmation I looked on curiously as he continued on.
"Now the desert you just imagined you take it and it is now a single grain in the new desert of the same size. Each grain of a grain of sand is representative of our perceived limits to the number of demon races, it is most likely much higher. And each race has its own selection of unique powers and weaknesses, and these can vary wildly between them. Though we have managed to form thousands of categories for said abilities to fit in. And, thankfully only a few hundred demon races seem to be active in trying to invade or subvert Tau'ri at the moment."
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As me and my lo'taur left I noticed that she was a bit more skittish. She's actively reminding me of one of Wenet's fluffy rabbits. They were tasty when you roasted them in honey if a little lean. Though Elysia looks tasty in a different way, and dammit stupid host I will kill you if I have to, if that's what it takes to stop the hormones.
In-fact that's what I'll do next time this happens, your stupid libido is messing up my concentration. I refuse to end up like Bacchus and Dionysis, slaves to their impulses.
We were halfway back to the palace when I started cussing, startling Elysia into squeaking and jolting a little from where she had been sleeping. I had gone to learn what the hell a Slayer was, and if magic was real. And, I still do not know what the hell a Slayer is. Well played Watcher, well played. But, when we meet in a year I will have the last laugh, not you.
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Footnotes:
{1} - Seras Victoria (Hellsing)
Que Sera SERAS by theCHAMBA (on Deviantart)
{2} - Vampyra (Hellsing vampires) Vampire
Note: Alucard and Seras are classified as true vampires (Vampyra Pura), not normal ones
And that's a wrap. The Goa'uld has a soul parasite thing growing on his soul and two years for it to grow. We also got schooled on the basics of demonology. Should have the next one up by the weekend.
**April 20th, 3353 BC - Day 32 of life
**353 years BV
As me and my lo'taur left I noticed that she was a bit more skittish. She's actively reminding me of one of Wenet's fluffy rabbits. They were tasty when you roasted them in honey if a little lean. Though Elysia looks tasty in a different way, and dammit stupid host I will kill you if I have to, if that's what it takes to stop the hormones.
In fact that's what I'll do next time this happens, your stupid libido is messing up my concentration. I refuse to end up like Bacchus and Dionysis, slaves to their impulses.
We were halfway back to the palace when I started cussing, startling Elysia into squeaking and jolting a little. I had gone to learn what the hell a Slayer was, and if magic was real. And, I still do not know what the hell a Slayer is. Well played Watcher, well played. But, when we meet in a year I will have the last laugh, not you.
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**May 25th, 3353 BC- Day 67 of life
**353 years BV
It was nearly a month before I heard from the watchers again. I was understandably mad at them, because we were to meet after I had been Ascended as I would be able to move more freely. I decided to put it off for a bit as to stick it to them. When I learned of what they wanted I would regret that decision of mine.
It was on the third day that Elysia came to my lab in tears to seek comfort. It was a sad fact that a god, such as I had developed a soft spot. After managing to coax what had driven her to tears, I actually felt a kernel of shame that was quickly squashed out.
It would appear that the Watcher had been trying to get in contact with me because Vala had fallen ill from one of the demons she had been hunting. The demon had apparently scratched her, and soon after she had fallen ill. The Watcher had been trying to ask for assistance, because the council apparently wanted to know how long a Slayer could survive for, and if the spirit boosted that in any way.
She had died less than three hours prior to Elysia notifying me, and the new Slayer had already been claimed. I cursed that out of the almost 80 million humans that were breeding on this world, that the Slayer was the one that my lo'taur knew as a close friend.
Ever since she had learned about her friend's death she hadn't left my side, and she would randomly burst into tears, far more often than she should be able to.
It was on the tenth time that I gave in for fear of losing my first slave, is what I told myself. Remembering the last line of the message that, Watcher would stay at the location for a full day and night, I decided I might as well go.
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With almost six hours left to go, we were well on our way for the hour long trip in an anti-grav skiff. It was a mid-line one with top speeds in the 80s km/h. I had selected it for what it could hold in the back, a full-size sarcophagus.
I knew it was bad of me and that I would have to smooth talk my way into getting her body. All that my lo'taur knew was that it was a clever piece of Goa'uld tech to preserve bodies for posterity's sake, and I wasn't about to tell her differently.
After all, it wasn't everyday that a hok'tar specimen landed almost perfectly in your lap. Though I will have to explain upon revival that I had claimed her, once we back at the lab where the locator chips were. I just hoped that there wasn't too much damage, after all it's hard to study a specimen when it's defective.
As we neared the village where he said that he would meet us at, I took note that it was the same one where we had met the first time. So, going by that logic I angled the skiff to land near the village shaman's hut. And lo, and behold there he was in his black furs reading a scroll by torchlight.
Touching down, I roused Elysia to wakefulness. As we approached I called out "I was almost afraid that we would miss you . . ."
". . ."
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**May 26th, 3353 BC, Morning - Day 68 of life
**353 years BV
It was almost pitifully easy to get him to part with the body. As I had anticipated we were truly cutting it close on the revival window, had we been an hour later we would have missed it. A sarcophagus can only revive those who had been dead upto 24 hours prior to being placed within.
My hope is that what ever force resurrects the dead, via the sarcophagus healing radiation, would restore her fully, and let her keep some traces of her former Slayer capability. Afterall every hok'tar is handled differently, and the knowledge of their locations and control issues are not passed down along the lines.
But, if I was right and there were remnants of Slayer in the revived Vala, then I can experiment on others using her as a control sample to base them upon. If it works I can form an army of hok'tars loyal to me, and me alone.
Let's not let either know about that.
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As luck would have it, it took almost a full twelve hours to revive her. The longest previous revive, was a goa'uld in a hok'tar at the 23.5 hr mark, and that was 8 hrs. I'm thinking that the toxin that led to her death is responsible for such a thing.
I am just thankful that when she woke up, alive that Elysia was still unconscious from crying herself to sleep, she probably had some hope that it was all a lie till she saw the body for herself.
Either way, I have Vala, the former Slayer, now though my scanners are showing she is only a little above peak human, and not the extreme difference from before. Well there went any hope of making a Slayer, I can atleast use what now makes her special to upgrade my future forces at least. All, I have to do is explain the situation to her and we are golden.
I learned of her awakening when she started to bang on the innards of the sarcophagus, clearly disoriented from being brought back to life. At least I hope so, either way I had to sedate her in order to stop her from lashing out at everything.
"Now how do I explain to someone that they've been enslaved as the only viable option to save their life?"
I saved your life, and hired you from your previous employer after they let you go for medical reasons.
As a bonus, as long as you work for me, you will have free Room, Board, and Full Medical Benefits!
Also, you can't quit.
The tale of an SI who lifted large parts of his story wholesale from his 'inspiration', it seems!
Because when I put this page and JakeCrown's FFN page into this tool it gets a 32% match text-for-text. I'll provide some samples for those who don't feel like making use of it themselves.
The tale of an SI who lifted large parts of his story wholesale from his 'inspiration', it seems!
Because when I put this page and JakeCrown's FFN page into this tool it gets a 32% match text-for-text. I'll provide some samples for those who don't feel like making use of it themselves.
I'm Banned off SV and I can't tell this guy That I'm okay with him copying large sections of my story word for word and pasting them as his own, I just want to be told about it and and get to read it. I can't tell him this because he is on a website I'm banned from.
Cool. Let me know next time, So I can read it. Might want to mention on your story where you got some of the SI you are writing. Considering how much of your first couple of chapters is copy and pasted from my story.
I can just imagine the faces you will get from the SV people if they see you give credit to Jake Crown. LOL!
They will either love it or hate it. If you are not me, they will probably love it.
Considering I came straight from QQ where he was expressing his frustrations with your plagiarism? Yes. I did. In fact, I'm bringing this up here and on SB with both his blessing and his heartfelt thanks.
He expected you to do a bit more than merely list him as 'inspiration'. What he actually wanted you to say that large portions of your opening were taken word-for-word from him instead of merely citing him as 'inspiration'. So perhaps you could do that? Either that or bother to write your own start instead of swiping someone else's. Here's the proof, by the by:
Considering I came straight from QQ where he was expressing his frustrations with your plagiarism? Yes. I did. In fact, I'm bringing this up here and on SB with both his blessing and his heartfelt thanks.
He expected you to do a bit more than merely list him as 'inspiration'. What he actually wanted you to say that large portions of your opening were taken word-for-word from him instead of merely citing him as 'inspiration'. So perhaps you could do that? Either that or bother to write your own start instead of swiping someone else's. Here's the proof, by the by:
Well I apologise then, because while I am a big fan of his, I only meant to use it as a base to build off of, not to fully copy him.
That's why I put him as my main inspiration for this fic, if you noticed on the front. I did make a new note about how the first few drew from his.
Note: the conversation was on the 19th-20th. That was when I had posted chapters 3 & 4. My story departed there and has continued to depart from his as a result of my own world building.
Note 2: I haven't been making big changes to my story, and can't really as one of my friends IRL is doing my proofreading for me. That's why I've been posting those comments about them at the starts and ends.
So upto chapter 8 had been written before that conversation even took place on the 19th-20th. As they had been written and sent to get proofread on the 15th
Well, you're in luck. Jake has said that he doesn't care if you use his writing word-for-word so long as you give full credit where credit is due. Also, for personal reasons, he really doesn't want anything related to his work appearing on SB; it might be petty but considering how much you have borrowed from him you really ought to respect his wishes in that regard.
The thing is that no matter how much you've grown since that start you still built this on a foundation of someone else's work. As a writer, can you really be proud of what you've accomplished while that remains the case? Being inspired is understandable but lifting wholesale from someone else, even with permission, is a crutch you really should learn to do without. Now, given Jake is willing to let this slide I'm happy to drop it as well; Mods forbid this crosses the line from my acting on his behalf to out-and-out harassment. But I will leave you with some advice.
Clearly and unambiguously state that you have copied portions of your early chapters, and make sure that disclaimer is quite visible until such time as you rewrite those sections in your own words. And please note that when I say your own words I mean it; as it stands you've added a phrase here and there but the story is still, at its core, Jake's; not yours. Until you've changed that then your growth as a writer will be irrelevant because you'll still have the stigmata of having started from someone else's writing on you.
Take pride in your own abilities, your own growth, and display both by making this story fully your own.
Well, you're in luck. Jake has said that he doesn't care if you use his writing word-for-word so long as you give full credit where credit is due. Also, for personal reasons, he really doesn't want anything related to his work appearing on SB; it might be petty but considering how much you have borrowed from him you really ought to respect his wishes in that regard.
The thing is that no matter how much you've grown since that start you still built this on a foundation of someone else's work. As a writer, can you really be proud of what you've accomplished while that remains the case? Being inspired is understandable but lifting wholesale from someone else, even with permission, is a crutch you really should learn to do without. Now, given Jake is willing to let this slide I'm happy to drop it as well; Mods forbid this crosses the line from my acting on his behalf to out-and-out harassment. But I will leave you with some advice.
Clearly and unambiguously state that you have copied portions of your early chapters, and make sure that disclaimer is quite visible until such time as you rewrite those sections in your own words. And please note that when I say your own words I mean it; as it stands you've added a phrase here and there but the story is still, at its core, Jake's; not yours. Until you've changed that then your growth as a writer will be irrelevant because you'll still have the stigmata of having started from someone else's writing on you.
Take pride in your own abilities, your own growth, and display both by making this story fully your own.
I will openly admit that the part that I really need to improve is how to write a story start. And have had issues like this before where I either strike out on my own or use a mangled version of a first chapter from else where to provide a foundation.
And, on the SB side of things, I apologise as I had no clue about that.
I will openly admit that the part that I really need to improve is how to write a story start. And have had issues like this before where I either strike out on my own or use a mangled version of a first chapter from else where to provide a foundation.
And, on the SB side of things, I apologise as I had no clue about that.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm a snarky sonnuvabitch, but at the same time I'd like to think I can recognise sincerity. You didn't steal Jake's story word for word, you did try to give credit and you've attempted to move on and make this your own. You just need more practice, it seems, and you're not going to get that like this.
As for SB, well, that's none of my business really; just a personal thing about Jake. All I was really frustrated about was the apparent plagiarism; it's a particular bugbear of mine and this felt like an egregious case since you apparently had the ability to write your own original work as well so I initially mischaracterised it as mere laziness. I'm quite pleased to see that I was wrong, and that you're capable of owning up to your mistakes as well as wanting to change.
Therefore, I'll gladly apologise for my own initial cattiness as well.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm a snarky sonnuvabitch, but at the same time I'd like to think I can recognise sincerity. You didn't steal Jake's story word for word, you did try to give credit and you've attempted to move on and make this your own. You just need more practice, it seems, and you're not going to get that like this.
As for SB, well, that's none of my business really; just a personal thing about Jake. All I was really frustrated about was the apparent plagiarism; it's a particular bugbear of mine and this felt like an egregious case since you apparently had the ability to write your own original work as well so I initially mischaracterised it as mere laziness. I'm quite pleased to see that I was wrong, and that you're capable of owning up to your mistakes as well as wanting to change.
Therefore, I'll gladly apologise for my own initial cattiness as well.
Nah, the cattiness as you called it was what made me stand up and take it all seriously. Since as long as I can remember I have an issue taking things seriously till it slaps me in the face.
I will be putting this thread on Hiatus at nine my time (1 hour from now) to start on the rewrites, so at nine the story threadmarks go down, the additions about using JakeCrown's work goes up on the affected chapters, and the rewrite begins.
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