Howdy, Howdy its another Basic Training. Figure this might end up being most of the content I’m putting out for awhile. Got myself onto a new project that I’ve been working on and that’s been a almost daily task so I’m planning on doing a Basic Training on Wednesday to sharpen my skills and provide this site with some actual content. Beside’s that I’ll put a snippet of my current project after the Basic Training.(Not sure if I’ll do that every week though.)
The general gist of this exercise was to develop a setting (the room and surroundings the scene takes place in) to create a certain emotion, listless, in this example. Didn’t go as nice as I wanted it to. I think if I slowed down and took in more details it could have ended up better but doing that without starting every sentence with ‘this did this or that did that’ is a bit harder than it looks(For me anyways). Down below are the prompts I used.
A lonely women talks with a ‘gamer’ boy in game. (Her in her room on the PC)
Using setting(the room) to build a mood(atmosphere)
End Goal Atmosphere (listless/ dead inside)
The evening sun rolls itself across my fingers. The irremovable dread of the next day already here. The dull evening shadows layer themselves over my eyelids. There was no reason to stay awake. But here I was. Dragging my avatar across the screen. Dance puppet dance.
What was the point?
The Monster burns as it goes down. I drop it to next to the other three, the hollow of its container ringing on the desk. The next one’s already in my hand, fss, pop. Maybe I’ll die from this one. It burns my throat. Green acid drips off my lips, the sun’s set. I missed the dusk. Evening was here, dragging itself across my desk and into my brain.
“Why am I even here?” It really burns. My ears felt clogged, my eyes tracking but forgetting my little puppet.
See. Even she was dying. My avatar’s low cries travel between my headphones. Fifty percent, twenty percent. One percent. Gutted like a pig.
“Yaa,” I clap, “You killed the B*” What a great way to go. My desktop, the only light in the room, vanished into a dull gray.
“Guess I gota make the cash,” I think scrolling across the revive button.
“Let me help!” a small high pitched voice calls out.
The screen gave a bright flash, pushing the shadows away from my eyes.
“Awesome! You afk?” The small voice asks, “Hey if you’re not soloing wana duo up?”
It was definitely a kid, using a mic and everything. Was he that naive?
“Sure,” I answer flipping on my mic, my voice carrying across the dead space of my room.
“Uhh!” the boy gave a jolt. I drag the screen to him, a paladin decked in plate armor. A perfect choice for a bravado filled middle schooler.
“Hey,” the weightless shackles that wrapped around me shifted, “Where do you want to go?” I felt like I could move again. I was awake. “You death or something?” I ask, layering my tongue around the words.
“Ehh no,” I could hear his chair squeaking in the back ground.
“Then let’s go.”
“Ya,”he answers his voice cracking along the syllable.
And as promised here’s a piece of my current project.
“Your Uncle has a sense for names,” my fingers flirt with her hair, “But I think Goddess might have been a better one.”
“You’re just silly,” she says catching my finger like a mousing cat, “Then your name should be Knight, Savior… even Husband would fit you,” she says giggling at the thought.
“Untrue, untrue,” I wag my finger, “My name fits me just fine, red is the color of the two most important things in this world,” Any world but details. “It is the color of the blood that flows through our veins,” and spills out through gashing wounds, “and it is the color of the rising dawn,” I spill one and forge the other. “I see no reason for denying myself of such an exuberant name!”
“It does fit you,” She says giggling.
“Of course it does,” I say striking my chest.
“You’re to kind Ms. Red.”
Somewhere an angel was choking at the sound of those words.
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