Is the first basic part Plot of my story cliched in any way? Is the plot any good? Would you read it?
Question by CONjugate: Is the first basic part Plot of my story cliched in any way? Is the plot any good? Would you read it?
Ok, so here’s the basic plot for the first part of my story, inculding some basic descriptions.
In 1941, a race of humans in Eastern Europe were discovered, and found to be different from many other races. They were distinguished by smooth physical features, 3/4 to 1 inch long canine teeth, natural ability to stand a greater amount of pain than other humans, and odd, ritualistic lifestyles. Many fled to the Americas to avoid experimentation from both the Nazis and the Russians. Despite their white skin, beautiful features, and elegant, wealthy lifestyle, they were widely discriminated against, and gangs-considered families, much like the Italian Mafia-began to form. They were basically labeled “Vampires”, and it was a name that stuck. Other people had a hard time distinguishing them from fictional vampires-and considering they were from the Transylvania area, originally, it was well understood that they may be.
In 1991, a brutal civil war (related to both the Soviets and the Vampires) is fought, and the United States is split into three seperate countries, the East being communistic, the farthest Midwest being the area our story takes place in, and the south is given to Mexico.
PRESENT DAY-
A task-force of soldiers is assembled to invaid a villiage of all-vampire inhabitants in search of the “Crimson Crypt” family. The leader, Randall, orders the team to kill everything that moves, because one man sent to scout ahead disappeared without a trace. Ironically, he was just flirting with a female vampire, but they are shot. The extermination continues as they form teams to breech houses. The villiage of 48 quickly turns into a villiage of One, as the lone survivor-a young female-is dragged out and a group meeting of the surviving ten members is called. The one new man in the team is ordered to rape the last surviving vampiress. After refusal and argument, the new man is forced to do so, as if he refuses, both he and the vampiress will be killed. Reluctantly, he does so, and the vampiress promises that she will find him. But does not specify what she will do.
Two days later, the task force embarks on a second excursion to a nearby villiage, in search of Crimson Crypt members. No scouts are sent, and they are met with heavy resistance as the citizens had armed themselves with hunting rifles and other guns. Eventually the resistance is wiped out, only this time, the civilians are spared and unharmed. Two soldiers are killed, and the leader, Randall, begins to reconsider the cruelties he has comitted, and apologises to the new man (Connor) who tells him to ‘get a life’ essentially.
On the third day, they go to another villiage. The third villiage is apparantly empty. During house breaching, each two man team that enters (with the exception of Connor and Randall’s teams) are brutally murdered by Crimson Crypt members hiding inside. Connor’s support, Raul, is killed by a stray bullet from one of the dying team members. Randall’s support is hacked to pieces with a sword, and Randall is captured. Connor finds himself alone as he heads to the center of the villiage, where he finds Randall captured, and the girl he was forced to rape. She violently executes him in front of Connor, and tells him that she is actually the third in command of the Crimson Crypt gang, and she will spare him, as long as she delivers a message to the government which organised the hunt. Connor agrees to do so, and she customarilly kisses him. Connor realises he likes her, but she is only doing all she can to keep from killing him in vengance, out of pity (Connors past is explained later on).
SO! Any thoughts?
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Answer by Tinsley Monroe
Its pretty good, definitely not your normal vampire type story.
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Good Will Hunting (1997)
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Q&A: Which of these two rifle scopes should i get? (read description)?
Question by Jim B: Which of these two rifle scopes should i get? (read description)?
NEW Sniper RifleScope for 0.22 Air Guns & Rifles 4x20mm on ebay or
3-9×40 mm Red+Green Illuminated Crosshair Rifle Scope??
If someone can check it out that’d be great. im planning to use a scope for “games” in the mountains and want to be able to see far i guess…
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Answer by Estrato Seis
Get the 3X9 much more vesatility
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Hunters should not hunt what?? Read please?
Question by mortician: Hunters should not hunt what?? Read please?
Hello. My comp 2 professor assigned a research paper that is due at the end of the semester. It is an argument. I presented her with “Hunters should not hunt for sport”. She says she wants me to be as specific as possible and rewrite it as “Hunter should not hunt [for a specific animal]“. I’ve been thinking and thinking and searching the web for what animal I could use but have had no luck. Anyone know of any animals that are not now illegal to hunt but is causing some problems and should be illegal?
Any ideas are welcome. I live in Florida if that helps but it doesn’t have to be a local thing.
Perhaps I should not have placed this in thr hunting category. Hmm, this might result in annoying answers. But I could be wrong…
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Answer by Gondwana
ANY animals – we have plenty of meat in our grocery stores and clothing made from different materials so there is no excuse for hunting anything any more.
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Q&A: Does this part in my story make you want to read more?
Question by ~oO*Lex*Oo~: Does this part in my story make you want to read more?
SNEAK PEAK
SOMEWHERE IN CH. 17
I stared blankly through the window. I wanted to sleep. I wanted a bed. I wanted to go HOME. The man came in with a cup of hot cocoa. I took it solemnly from him. He smiled weakly. Arron was sitting across from me, in a chair made out of bear skin. I thought that was gross. But I smiled sickly.
“So you guys were lost in the woods?” He asked. His voice was very deep, and he seemed like the indian type.
“We were looking for the Torch Wood cave.” I explained, my voice shaking.The man raised an eyebrow.
“Do you know what kind of place that is?” He murmured. I shook me head. He sat down, too.
“Werewolves.” He whispered. I stiffened a little. But I wasn’t freaked out, compared to what had happened and what i have seen already. I saw Arron’s jaw clench. I decided to speak up.
“I’m not afraid.” I whispered, and looked at the floor. Arron snickered.
“Really?” Asked the man. I nodded.
“What’s your name?” I asked, a little louder than necessary. The man pressed his lips in a hard line.
“Sean.” I nodded again.
“Luna.”
Arron didn’t speak.
“This is my friend, Arron.” I told Sean. (Shawn).
“So are you indian?” I asked rudely, though I had no intention of being rude or sudden. He chuckled darkly.
“Something like that. There’s a whole story, a little long I warn you.”
I leaned forward eagerly. “I can keep up.” He chuckled again before speaking.
“First, Luna, you must understand that back then there were rules, too. But those rules weren’t fair.
“I came from a small pack called ‘The Krass.’ Remember what I told you about that Torch Wood place?” I nodded, deep in thought. He began again.
“Werewolves. The Krass was a werewolf pack, and I was in it. I wasn’t the leader until I was older. We hunted when we needed to hunt, and we did everything we were told. By our master of course.” Sean’s eyes flickered to me, then to the fire. “And who was your leader?” I asked, barely listening to the crackling fire that licked the air. Sean grinned.
“The werewolf king. His name was Ario. We all bowed to his rules. Back then there were evil spirits, Luna. And you need to understand that even now, where ever is good- Is evil. The Ario was a werewolf, not a spirit.Our tribe was an indian ledgend. We hunted around the world, until vampires came along. We are mortal enemies, Luna. They told us to stay off their land. So we did. But then one day, one of the werewolves in my tribe got angry, and killed a vampire. Back then, it was illegal to kill an immortal if you are an immortal as well. The tribe was punished, and half of our tribe was killed, and half of the vampires were killed. They turned to spirits, and lived with Ario. I was lucky. But ten years later, he made a law. Like a peace treaty you might say. We weren’t to ever touch a vampire again. The same the other way. But then, a vampire lashed out on me.” Sean put his fingers under his eye, where there was a long scar I hadn’t noticed. He continued.
“The Ario came, and I watched the Ario kill the vampire. Then, he told me it was my trun. I hadn’t touched him, so he let me go. Ever since then, I was the only one left in the tribe. So the tribe was therefore broken. I’m sure in Torch Wood cave there’s a new Krass Tribe though, that will take on my Tribe’s responsibilities.”
We all stared into a fire, and I had barely noticed Arron was sitting next to me now.
I had so many questions to ask Sean.
“Do the spirits kill?” I asked, in a low voice. Sean shook his head.
“Sadly, yes.” I frowned.
“Did you ever see Ario again? Or your Tribe? Or even the vampires?” I said, quickly.
Sean smiled, darkly. “I never see Ario. And the spirits of my tribe are long gone. But every now and again, I sniff a bloodsucker.” He sniffed in the air for measure, then he looked lividly at Arron. That’s when my heart sank, and I couldn’t see. “Luna!” I heard Arron call, then there was blackness.
Thats a sneak peak of my newest story Shattered. RATE AND DO YOU WANT TO READ MORE? Would you buy the book? Dont tell me the grammar mistakes, I know. But is the story good itself? I didnt copy Twilight, either. If you read the whole thing, its irratically different. 
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Answer by Summer
It seems like a great thing that you’ve got going for yourself here! I would buy it! Is Arron a vampire or something? Haha now I really want to know what happens next…..
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in the elder scrolls IV: Oblivion for Xbox 360, there are several bugs in the quests. read for more detail.?
Question by Jake: in the elder scrolls IV: Oblivion for Xbox 360, there are several bugs in the quests. read for more detail.?
In a quest called “Caught in the hunt”, you take a boat to Fort Grief to save a man called Aleron Loche. it is a ruse put up by an orc named Kurdan gro-Malog.
Once you go through the whole quest in order to save Aleron at the fort, the game freezes temporarily, and you see kurdan kill Aleron. then you fight Kurdan and his underlings and kill him. you then have to take the key off of his body and get out of the fort, and go and tell Aleron’s wife what befell her husband, to get your reward..
The quest update that popped up to tell me to search the orc’s body popped up after I had already searched it and gotten the key, thus I cannot continue through the quest. when I go back to Bravil to tell Aleron’s wife what happened, it is not possible to tell her of aleron’s death, thus I cannot complete the quest.
The bug occured when I took the key from Kurdan too early. I knew he had the key that I needed to escape, so I didn’t wait for the quest objective to pop up, telling me the very obvious next step of the quest. (searching his body for said key)
I’ve tried putting the key back on his body and then taking it to get the quest back up and running, but you cannot remove quest items from your inventory, and the key is counted as a quest item, so that won’t work.
someone that knows about how to fix these bugs on XBox 360, please help!!!!
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Answer by Triv1um
Welcome to the evil evil oblivion on consoles.
You’ve found one of the hundreds of bugs that are on the game.
Unfortunately, there is no way you can fix them on the console versions. The only thing you can do, is go to your last save and the quest again (or wherever your last save is)
If you was on the PC version you could open up the game console to sort it out.
I had so many problems with the PS3 version.
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Do you want to read two dirty jokes (a bit long, but worthy to be read)?
Question by Happy Folk Metal: Do you want to read two dirty jokes (a bit long, but worthy to be read)?
Once a time, one man thought how good he could be to hunt, so he bought an .45 mm gun, and entered a forest, searching a prey. Suddendly, he saw a bear, so he approached, aimed and shot him. The bear listened to the sound and ran away. The man searched the bear, but he could’t find him.
Then, he felt someone touching his shoulder, so he turned back and saw the bear, of about 2.5 meters, in front of him. The bear said: “Dude, you hace to choices: I can kill and eat you, or let me fu.ck you”
The man didn’t want to die, so he took off his pants and let the bear fu.ck him for about 2 hours.
After that, the man went to a weaponry store and bought an double-barreled shotgun; he went back to the forest to kill the bear, and found him near the place he was fuc.ked. He aimed and shot the bear; after disperse the smoke, he searched the bear, but he couldn’t find him.
Suddenly, he felt someone touching his shoulder, turned back, and saw the bear behind him; the bear only said: “you know what do you have to do”
So the man took of his pants and was fuc.ked for about 2 hours
Very angry, the man went to the weaponry store and spended all his money to buy a bazooka; he went back to the forest to kill the bear. When he found him, he aimed and shot him. Then, he went to the place approached by bazooka’s shot, were everything was destroyed, but he couldn’t find the bear.
Suddenly, he felt someone touching his shoulder, so he turned back and saw the beat, who, seriously, asked him:
“HEY DUDE, TELL ME THE TRUTH, YOU DON’T COME TO THIS FOREST TO HUNT, RIGHT?”
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Once a time, a journalist had to write an essay about the rural’s life, so he entered in a forest and searched, searched and searched, until he found one village, far away from the city.
The journalist approached to a old man, villager, and said him: “Good morning, sir. Let me ask you some questions. Well, let’s go. Can you talk me about one moment in his life, in which you felt happy?”
The old man said: “Well, I remember that, one day, the sheep of one of our neighbors got lost, so all the men formed a rescue team, searched, found, then fuc.ked the sheep, and finally we brought her back to the village”
The journalist, puzzled, said: “ohh, sorry, but I can’t publish that. Are you sure that you don’t remember another moment in his life that made you feel really happy?”
The old man, trying to remember, said: “ohh yes, I remember that, in other occasion, the adolescent’s daughter of another neighbor got lost; se was a pretty girl. All the men formed a rescue team, searched, found and fuc.ked the girl, and finally we brought back her to the village”
The journalist, tired, said: “Well, it’s senseless to continue with this, so I ‘ll change the question. Can you talk me about one moment in your life, in which you felt really sad and graceless?”
The old man, with tears in his eyes, began to say:
“ONCE A TIME, I GOT LOST…”
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JAJAJAJAJAJA
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Answer by fan of dan
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especially the second one!!
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would u read this? And any helpful info would be great!?
I am sitting here in the dark, silently screaming for help I will never give them the satisfaction of hearing me beg for help. All that runs through my head are thoughts of my beloved daughter. I hope that she is safe with her uncle Jonny. I know that he will keep her safe. Nevertheless, the fear is still there. She is special for she comes from a long line of hunters. On both her fathers side and mine. We hunt the things that go bump in the night. The very same creatures that hold me captive now. Of course, my story does not begin here. It started the day I got a phone call from a friend. I would never know that phone call would change every thing.
“Carla calm down what the hell is going on!” Aileen said, “Oh Aileen there’s something going on in this town! You know it has always been a hot bed for activities but its gotten worse! It’s like there looking for something.” Leave it to demons they constantly have an agenda. “Alright Carla what do you need me to do?” “What I need is for to you come here and help me! I just can’t handle this they are coming at us from all sides here we get them down and they just keep coming back!” “All right Carla I’ll get there as soon as I can!” Damn it I thought I was through all this. I left being a hunter behind when I had my daughter. And focused on being a white witch, but I guess when you’re supposed to follow a path you follow it. “Celeste, baby start packing we have to make a trip!” Aileen yelled to her nine-year-old daughter. “All-right mama I’ll be down in a minute!” That’s my baby never ask questions when its time to pack and move we move. Now to make my own phone call.
“Hey Jonny, How are you?” Aileen said in a hesitant voice. “By god Aileen were have you been you took off like a bat out of hell!” “Oh Jonny I had to leave, look can I come by for a visit I’ll explain when I get there.” “Sure thing honey come on by” “Uh, Jonny, Damien won’t be there will he?” He was quit for a moment before he answered her. She thought he never would but then. “No Aileen he’s not and you have some real explaining to do girl you hear me!” I had to smile at that. He was the same old Jonny. “Yes sir I will tell you everything I promise.” And so the journey begins.
My journey back to so many memories. Oh how I missed Jonny, Sawyer and then their was his brother Damien. God how I love that man. We met for the first time in high school. And then when he came back from hell. That’s when we came back to each other. Found each other again. I have loved no other man since him. Damien is also the father of my daughter Celeste and while he’s a good man the life we lead was not safe for a baby. So when I found out I was pregnant I took off with out a word. How can one raise a baby when you have demons and the like after you every time you turn around.
Hunting Season Poem…Care to Read?
“The Ugly Side of Fall”
The leaves have finally all blown away
The sky is now a dark shade of grey
The days are short and stocky now
The wind blows constant a hardy growl
Outdoor tasks still need to be done
Broken pumpkins on the lawn
I guess I’ll clean the carpet today
Burn the papers, put laundry away
Men out hunting whitetail deer
Armed and dangerous they have no fear
Dressed up in their camouflage
Beer and meat stashed in their lodge
Innocent animals “Run for your lives!”
I’ll hang out with the hunting wives
We’ll stalk down all the sales galore
Living lives within the stores
Charge what we want, what will they say?
The cost of hunting dear, time to pay
It’s a costly sport but lots of fun
At least the Christmas shopping is done.
So when you eat your venison steak
Remember, the cost was only $198 (per pound, that is)
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My question is…. what did they call coins in the 1800′s in England?
Also wiill you review my story so far?
Her hands were drowned in a red substance the color of wine. It trinkled down her cheeks as she scooped the subtance and drowned it in her mouth. The once irony taste had gone away, and made a new one. She couldn’t describe it, but it was the most deliqte thing she ever tasted, almost like a drug too her. Before she had been made a new being, the scene would be sticky and considered a manslaughter… but her new brain taught her well and told her it was natrual, and infact, a good sign that she was flowing along. She remembered her old life, and how she missed it. Her once white dress was now crimson, they all did this… after hundreds of years of living as vampires, someone finnaly figured out how to get the blood out.
“You have done well,” whispered a voice in the dark corner of the room were the candles could not stretch out.
The girl only knew that the voice had to be her creators master. “Master Adon.” She stumbled to her aching feet. And bowed, though she could not see him… her eyes hadn’t adjusted, she was still in the proccess of becoming a vampire.
“Blain told me you would be here, you’re almost there, dear Constance.” He finnaly came out of the shadows. Adon did not look like dracula, or another vampire. He had a full set of dark brown hair. Though he was one of the oldest in his tribe, Adon looked about 25. His eyes looked like tar spallatered everywhere, or as is each little part of the pupil wanted to go its own way. His skin was as white as snow.
“Master Adon, what shall I have to do now to become, fully completed?” Asked Contance. She trembled with fear.
“Oh my, dear. Repeat to me what you have done already.” Constance was shaking. She knew the Master could snap at any time and break her tweasly half-human neck like a tooth pick.
“Well, umm Master Adon. I have only hunted down 1 human, and umm killed him.” She shook.
” This, young man, what was his name? Tis’ you track down his family and personal life?”
“Yes, Master. His name was, was William Johnson. He did have a wife, and a daughter.” She felt a tear fall down her cheek. “He was at the addresse Blain gave me!” She screeched as she began to bawl. Adon ran so fast to her, that he looked as if he was floating. Constance fell to her knees. He held her chin up and looked at her angrily. “Why does Blain WASTE his time hunting for pathetic humans like YOU!” He slapped her. Her cheek stung.
“Im- so sorry, m-m-master.” She whispered as she wiped off her cheeks ith the sleeve of her dress.
“Well… To inform you, you only have one more task… and that is to kill a female. You must find her yourself though. Blain must not tell you who you can go to. Tis I who will be watching you, young Constance. Choose wisely, and this time, do not waste one tear on the humans.” He kissed her cheek and let go of his fierce grip on her chin. Constance looked at the body of William. She remembered his wife, who he had told her was Mary. His daughter was Elizabeth. She had told him she had seen him on the streets begging for change, so Constance told him to come in so she could give him the extra money. The foolish man did, and now he lays on the floor with his neck bitten into. This hadn’t even been where Constance lived.
She dragged the body into a closet and cleaned up the blood with some water from the well in the back. She occasionally couldn’t help herself, as bent down and licked the extra blood. This whole time, she cried though. Of course she did, and if only Master Adon understood. She reared her head back to when her heart still beat fully.
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In the house of the Hilla’s, up the stairs, Consance was sitting in her room with her best friend, Abigail. They were talking about Abigails ereanged husband, Edward. “So, you have met Edward before?” Asked Consance. “Well of course! I demanded it to my mum, and she talked to Edwards mum and father about it, they agreed that we should see! It was only once for one day, of course, but I knew mum chose the ran man for me. Oh he is so handsome! He is the most handsome thing I have ever laid my eyes on!” Abigails British accent rung out, unlike Consance’s regular American. Her parents made her move to England for no reason, they just went and dragged her with them. But if it hadn’t been for that, she would have never met Anigail or James. “So, I have done all the talking, how is you’re arrangment going, I bet you’rer going to love Micheal!” Said Abigail. Concanse flinched. “Well, I have something to tell you… and its not good.” Abigail sat straither and ran her hands trough her dress. “Well… my Mother and father have arranged me and Micheal to get married… but before that, I fell in love.” Abigail gasped, “Who!” Consance frow
all small game hunters read this i need HELP !!!!!?
i love to small game hunt. i hunt raccoon squirrel coyote fox rabbit. i would like to know what other kind of small game are fun to hunt in wisconsin. and what kind of gun would you recommend to hunt them.
