Writing A RPG script that I'm helping someone write up...

[Mitch]

[color=red] Yes,I'm helping someone write a script for a RPG which they are making. A real one...well, hopefully. Basically they have told me what to write up very briefly, and I then wrote the beginning up:

[i]Eden: Beginning Script
By: Mitchell Smith

My Dad looked at me briefly: "Son, this is it, we're finally blowing our way into the ship."

I could not believe it, it seemed to have been forever since that day we had begun our work of excavating the ship. But, as it dawned upon me, I knew this was it. This was when we would finally do what my father had dreamed to do ever since we had begun our work of excavating. Finally, with luck, we would learn something of our shrouded past.

My father began to pace as it seemed he always did when he was anxious, and after what seemed longer than it did, Barry finally approached:

"Sir, the bombs're in place. We only 'wait yo' word, sir."

"Lead me on, Barry."

"Yessir!"

Upon reaching the ship and our congregation of teammates, I could sense the tension, as if it were surrounding me, choking me, and robbing me of all other thoughts. But my Father was calm, as he always was at times such as these. How he managed to mollify his emotions and hide them away like that I never quite understood.

And as my father got settled, he held his hands up to quiet the noisy clamor which had arose upon our arrival. As all attention was drawn toward him, he began to speak:

"Quiet! Quiet, men!" he paused, then began again, "The day has finally come when our dreams shall finally be realized. It has certainly been a worthy wait, but the waiting will soon now be over. Time it is now that our dreams are to be taken to reality, other than just a slowly nearing flame. Henceforth, trigger the bomb!"

Barry, whom was holding the trigger to the bomb, quickly then ignited it. The towering explosion which followed was instantaneous and booming in its entirety. As short-lived as it was, it was a beauty to view. As the flaming heat created from it receded, and my vision became its keen self again as the explosion ended, I vaguely heard my father shout: "Onward, our dream awaits!"

As vague and trailing as I heard it, it did then stick into my mind, and still it does to this day. Those were the last words that I heard him speak. I then followed our group into the bowels of that ancient ship. The deeper as I did get into the ship, the darker it got. Luckily, I had brought along a few flares with me by chance. Once I had one lighten, I began to observe my surroundings. It seemed that I was within what had at one time been a laboratory.

As I slowly surveyed the room, I came upon the most peculiar thing yet: A tube of some sort. I flashed my flare upon it, curiosity getting the best of me. I saw the last thing that I had expected: A human. Or, at least, that is what it seemed. I was startled so much that I dropped my flare, causing it to go out. An icily flailed fear then plagued into me, and I clumsily lit another flare, compelling myself back into control. When finally the flare was lit, I then again flashed upon that strange tube.

I first found that my eyes had not deceived me. It was, truly, a human. A woman, in fact. Then I noticed some labeling upon the tube: Savior Specimen Number Four, it read. Beside that, in slightly larger letters, was: Codename: Epon.

As questions slurred about me upon reading the label, the glass of the tube then suddenly and forcefully broke, and that woman, Epon, as the label had read, stepped out.

I hastily then ran, fearing of my life, and almost dropped my flare again as I did. But just as soon as I had begun running, a voice called out to me. A beautiful and capturing voice, an alluring and tagging voice. Epon's voice:

"Wa?wait! Wait!" the voice entreated.

I stopped in my tracks, and hesitantly reapproached that tube, where Epon now stood. Oh! When I viewed her for the very first time, what a beautiful site she was to behold , just as that of her voice. I was completely and utterly speechless. Long we stood, just staring. But Epon soon thereafter broke the silence:

"Where?.where am I?" she said, rubbing at her head, as though trying to remember.

"An abandoned ship which my team and I have long been excavating," as I said that, her luscious eyes seemed to fill with a suave knowledge which I could not seem to grasp fully.

"Oh," was all she said. I then took to ask her of what she knew.

"Can you tell me anything about this, uh, ship?" I knew she must have known something. I could see it in her eyes, her so beautiful eyes.

"My?memory's?gone. I?I can't remember anything, other than my name, Epon?," As she spoke, she placed her hands upon the front of her head again. I could tell she was holding back something, but I did not tempt to ask, wanting to push on and leave that wretched ship.

"It'll come back, just in time, I suppose. Well, would you come with me, Epon?"

"To where?"

"My campsite."

"S?sure, I suppose."

"Ok, follow me, and keep close."

"I will, uh?"

"Skan. Skan's my name."

"Ok, let's go, Skan."

As we went as fast as could, we heard an endless wail of screams. The horrific terror only pushed our pace that much faster. Also, I did smell the smell of what seemed to be flesh, and I faintly applied that something was killing my team, my Father included. But still we did push on, making it away safely, and returning to my campsite.[/i][/color]

[Biida]

[color=skyblue] Your writing honestly never ceases to amaze me. ^_^ I love it. Will you write some more for it or..?

Well, if you do. Expect me to be reading it then chasing behind you and asking for an autograph. :bluesweat [/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] Thanks :) Well, first I have to speak to the person which I am making the story with, then I can continue. I didn't know...uh, autographs...uh, yeh. But expect more sometime soon. Hopefully that is.[/color]

[Biida]

[color=skyblue]*Smiles* ^^ Great. *Starts counting the hours until more is posted*
I believe you have a fan now.

Oh, and uh. *holds out a notepad and a pen with a fluffy blue feather at the end.* Could I bug you for an autograph? [/color]