That's funny because right under where it says "general discussion" it says "talk about anything here." Please stop the main point of this thread with your inconsistent law-enforcement, moderator.
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RE: Looking to work with an artist
The word "collaboration" already implies that. I don't want to be a story dictator and make it only the way I perceive it. In my eyes, that will only lessen the artistic value and its' visual medium because the artist will be working on something he/she isn't passionate about. I just want to help people with their stories, I guess. And I want to know how to start, it'd be an interesting experience.
RE: Looking to work with an artist
What do you mean that isn't how you collaborate? I imagine all people who are good at visual art also know how to properly construct a story or characters.
Also, this is a general discussion board, I imagine the rules on what is allowed here are pretty vague. And even if they weren't, this is a general discussion for anyone interested in getting involved with webcomics. I know it's something I've been interested in and I'm sure someone else is as well.
Looking to work with an artist
I was just wondering where one would go if they are interested in working with an artist or someone who can make a webcomic. I am a writer, and would love to create something I enjoy but I don't know how to find someone to do the art and visual styles I just work on the story.
RE: One Piece (A Different Story)
hey. Srry this has technically turned into a triple post what with my other entry years ago but I want to get back into writing and I think this Is a good place tostart: fanfic. Would people be interested in me continuing this story or starting anew?
New Fanfic Idea - Frat Boy Generation X
It has always been my dream to create something amazing. But since I live in America, I can't really make my own manga, nor do I have the money or resources to do that. So, this is my new fanfic - Frat Boy Generation X.
This is the story of an 18 year old boy, Akamira Shinnosuke. He is an incoming freshmen in Japan's largest and most popular college, Japan University. As he enters the school, he makes both friends and enemies, until one night he is caught up in a fight between greek life fraternity brothers.
After that night, Shinnosuke catches the eye of Japan University's most well-known, strongest, and popular fraternity - Sigma Phi Epsilon. As he enters the world of fraternities, he will go through many adventures, as well as "pledging" and brotherhood.
RE: Not Guilty
Part of Chapter 1 :
Chapter 1 – The Common
The repeating, high-pitched sounds of my alarm clock go off obnoxiously on my white night-stand beside my bed. This single, annoying tone could awake me from any slumber, no matter how tired or well rested I had become. As quickly as the alarm sounded, my hand swatted at the “snooze” button to shut it off. That was because I was already awake.
Like many mornings lately, I have been waking up a few minutes before my alarm clock can sound off for me to wake up. Each and every morning this time is increasing slowly. At first, I woke up 6:10, but was able to slowly take my remaining 20 minutes in a small slumber until I was awoken.
But over the past few weeks, I have found that I have been waking up a full hour before I am supposed to. And to make things worse, I cannot go back to sleep. I have spent the extra hour in the morning staring up at my plain, white ceiling, keeping to my thoughts.
From outside my door, I could already hear my family preparing for their busy, routine day. The water in the pipes hidden in the walls flowing to our bathroom as my sister, Holly, took her morning shower; my mom rummaging through the kitchen preparing the family’s breakfast before setting out on her busy day as a teacher; and my father, a retired cop, no doubt still in bed.
Beside my small, single-sized bed with blue sheets wrapping the area of the mattress, was my cell-phone. I reach slowly for it, disconnecting the charger cable as I glance at it wearily.
I don’t know why I checked my phone so early in the morning, for I knew no one was begging to talk to me. Not to discourage myself, it is not like I don’t have any friends. Not too many of my fellow peers hate me in my school of St. Augustine’s High School, but I wouldn’t consider the people I actually do talk to “friends” or even “acquaintances.”
To me, the term “friend” can only be given to someone that is willing to help me with disregard to their own appeal. A friend is only someone that can act as a stepping stool to help me achieve my dreams. I do not help them. Why should I? I have so much more potential to accomplish things than they ever could dream of. Is it fair that I should lower myself to help them succeed in something so meaningless and simplistic to me? Some could view me as selfish, yet that seems more self-conceited than anything I could ever do.
Viewing them as such, I barely keep in touch with them outside of school or during the weekends. I only contact them when I need things such as homework or other pieces of information involving schoolwork I might have forgotten.
So why do I constantly check my phone every morning to see if anyone texted me? Simple- I like to be surprised.
Sometimes, I get occasional messages that I forgot to answer the night before, and seeing them in the morning puts a grin on my face. That is because those that still view me as their “friend” do not truly know me at all. I view them as fools and hypocrites for befriending someone they already know.
I put my phone down on the bed beside me as I crawl out of the covers. As I stroke my hand through my messy brown curls, my body still asleep even though I am awake, I look around my ordinary room, still waiting for my sister to exit the shower for my turn to go inside.
With only a single bed, one nightstand, one dresser, and a closet decorating the interior, my room is far from “unique.” I rarely go in my room, only to do work or sleep. Most of the time, in my house, I am found in my basement, where a large, flat-screen TV and a comfortable couch are located. But lately I have not been in my home at all. But that is another matter.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as my sister kicked my door a few times. “The shower is open!” She shouted in mid- movement, as she scurried her way to her room opposite the narrow hallway our rooms were situated upon. I slowly moved my way to the door, my body still sleepy even though I had been awake for an hour.
Like a zombie, I slid the door open as I practically crawled to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I took off my plain white t-shirt, now wrinkled and dirty from a long nights. As I took my shirt off, I turned my body towards the mirror, wanting to look at my reflection before entering the shower.
My face began to cringe as I looked intensely at the horizontal scar located on the upper-left side of my chest, where my heart is. Suddenly, my vision became blurry, the bathroom I was situated in began to spin, and my head started to ache with a sharp pain as if someone stabbed a needle through my temple.
In my head pictures and images would flood my memory. One second, an image of me and my family eating dinner would flash in front of me. But in an instant that image would change, as the horrifying sight of a knife stabbing into my skin burned my brain. These visions would bring along the pain as I remember it.
The pain was overwhelming. Even though it was over four years ago, the feelings, the emotions and the pain still feel like it happened yesterday. It all happened in the course of 1 minute. The tip of the knife breaking into my skin, the agony as the knife dug itself into my body. The pain made it feel like an eternity as I prayed to God that it would stop. I felt like my entire body was heating up, like I was on fire. My entire body was shaking with fear and pain as the knife finished its path into my body.
Like the feeling when you are at the top of a roller coaster, I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the knife to exit the wound and leave me to die. That insane anticipation broke my mind and brought me to the point of death, as finally my assailant retracted the knife from my chest. I could feel every drop of blood leave my body.
As soon as they came, the visions and the headache stopped as I opened my eyes and was surprised to see I was still standing. This was not the first time I had these visions, though it had been months since I had them. The last time I had this traumatic experience was at my cousin’s birthday party. But then, I awoke on the floor, unconscious for hours as I collapsed on the concrete with my head hitting the ground.
The time leading up to and the hours shortly after my tragic stabbing documented in the newspapers as the Kitchen Knife Killer Nearly Kills 14-Year Old Bo : Still At Large are still a foggy memory to me. The doctors and the therapists said it was normal for my brain to black out such painful memories in order to protect me, but I still wish I could find out what happened from beginning to end.
Hey guys. This is a little different from my one piece fanfics. The writing is different, the plot, everything really. Its more of a "novel" im working on. Please enjoy and comments would be appreciated.
Only one month into my 18th year. That is how long it took to me to realize I was going nowhere in life. It seemed to me that by this age I would have everything figured out. Graduate High School, go to a good College, and get a job that made me happy as well as successful. It seemed that simple. SEEMED. That is the key word.
I wake up early yet again. It is 5:45 A.M., and my alarm is set for 6:30 to wake up for another mundane day of school. Why couldn’t I sleep? Was my subconscious truly in such despair that even an act as simple as “sleeping” became too difficult for me to accomplish? Or was my mind too wrapped up in life’s little worries that I could not sleep fully without thinking them over in my mind.
What “real” problems did I have? College-picking, relationship-salvaging, family-managing? For an 18 year old boy in the urban streets of Rockville Centre, New York, these were the REAL problems. It is laughable that those were the types of problems most High School seniors had to overcome. Life’s REAL problems, such as living and dying, were oblivious to many fresh minds leaving the High School life and entering the real world on their own.
But not to me. I had felt that I was “living” the way I wanted to. I only talked to the people I liked, did the things that appealed to me, and always felt an inner-disdain for things forced upon me, such as responsibility and the law. Only opportunities that I felt would benefit me were opportunities that I would undertake.
Textbooks define me as an “opportunist.” I know that because a year ago the dean of my school yelled that at me for convincing one of my fellow classmates into giving me their new nike “kicks” for answers to a test (The test was simply composed of questions from last year’s tests, which I had saved through my older sister who took these tests when she was a senior).
I admit, I don’t necessarily mind being able to take up opportunities that only benefit me. In this world, I have seen people step on others just to get ahead in life, only for a short while. I am merely following the flow of humanity, those who think of others only become disappointed and let-down. I have seen it many times myself. Whether it’s in movies, films or books, many characters that have lived for the sake of someone else have always had a more difficult and rigorous journey than they would have if they merely did what satisfied themselves only.
As for dying, well, I have only lost a few people in my life. Half of them died even before I was old enough to realize what “loss” and “tragedy” were. When I was at the age of 3, a small child with blonde curls barely capping the top of my infant head, my younger sister, Diana, died at the age of one. How she died my parents have still never told me, and to be honest, I never wanted to know.
I was only three, barely old enough to run and speak. I did not know my younger sister. One could even argue that I didn’t know anyone at that point in my life, even my parents. However, at the age of 9, my grandfather died. This death was one that I was completely aware of, emotionally and mentally.
But one can only, truly know what it is like to live when one has reached the other extreme, death. That may seem like a contradiction, to experience life is to have it end, but it can only be understood by someone that has been to that desolate state. Where life is over, dreams run out of oxygen, emotions and feelings run dry like water in the desert, death is such a place that even the worlds strongest or the world’s most courageous man would cower in fear if ever presented with their own mortality.
Yet I know what it is like, I have been to the place few to any people have ever been before. I have seen with my own two eyes what everyone wonders and rumors about- the realm of death. Why is that? The answer is quite simple –
I, Jake Turner, have died. Not once, but twice. This story is about the second time that I experienced that dark, lonely abyss.
RE: Create Your Own Devil Fruit
thanks for helping me by commenting on my ideas!
1. i think more of this as the only "solid" logia fruit. as for "force of nature" i thought logia fruits are only natural elements only when i say wood i mean more like trees thats why its called the bark-bark fruit. and as for ideas I have ideas..
Collosal Evergreen: By sticking your hands into the ground, you can pour at your energy into the soil causing trees to grow out of the ground creating a forest type field.
Wood Doppleganger: Creating a replica out of wood. Clothes and facial features cannot be made and thus this is only for speical occasions to trick your opponent
not to mention when you are hit, you simply grow your body parts back like trees so basically you are intangible.
2. yeahh i meant sonar but i couldnt find out how to spell that in a japanese translator hahaha. plus when u use the sonar you release a deafening screech while you use it
3. as for the sponge fruit, basically its like the gomu gomu fruit except your body is a sponge. your skin is slightly yellow, and you are able to cushion against blunt attacks and cuts. This doesnt mean he doesnt feel them, they are just weakened.
also, the "sponge man" can absorb water(amount of water absorbed is based off amount of training done with the fruit). the more water you absorb the bigger and stronger you become BUT if u r hit hard enough the water will ooze out of you and you will become weaker.
4. i hope when u said original u werent being sarcastic hahaha plus i have another idea: Hito Hito No Mi: Model Gorilla. Its self explanatory hahaha
5. using telepathy to talk to anyone. u have to first touch ur hand to their forehead to do it. not only that, but u can give them directions and show images that u have seen (ill explain more if u want me too hahaha its hard to explain)
RE: Create Your Own Devil Fruit
1. Kawa Kawa No Mi (Bark-Bark Fruit)
Abilities: Allows the user to become the element of wood.
2.Supo Supo No Mi (Sponge-Sponge Fruit)
Abilities: Allows the user to become a "sponge man."
3.Oto Oto No Mi (Sound-Sound Fruit)
Abilities: Allows the user to use sonar.
4. Neko Neko No Mi: Model Panther
5. Tere-Tere No Mi
Abilities: Lets the user use telepathy, can talk to others in their minds.