#WHHHYYY KILLING SO MANY SO MANY TIMES

[thehyperfixationspeedrunner]

U know what, fuck this episode of what if.

First T'challa (when his hand dropped my tears just started coming out);

Then Rhodey (wasn't expecting, I just started sobbing);

Then both of their funeral (cried like a baby);

Then TONY AGAIN (I was actually really lucky because until marvel, with the other fandoms, my favourite character ended up alive, but with marvel they not just killed him once bUT FOUR FUCKING TIMES)

And then war😐

The only thing that made me smile was wakandiens (don't know how to say) joking about americans and Pepper and Shuri having more than one brain cell.

[storyunrelated]

NaNo 2018 - Day #24.0

A vivisection.

And why a vivisection? Because there’s still life here, if only a little.

Yes! While I may have succeeded into hitting 50k only by cheesing it and writing bollocks, I did at least accidentally pinch off one or two notions that might have a flicker in them - a flicker that could be stoked to something greater!

Were I so inclined.

Original idea:

Yes, the original idea. Cyborg wizards packed full of implants so as to harness Orgone energy, the return of a villain who’s returned dozens of times before and all that sort of thing. Sure, I fucked up the implementation but if I - you know - actually sat down and thought about it for any length of time I could probably get something workable out of it.

If I cared.

Rehash idea:

This is ripping some of the characters out of the original idea, shaking them up in a biscuit tin and then tipping out the results. I actually prefer it. Here, Dougal’s father is named Jock and is a regular person who has - through technology! - worked out how to do magic. This makes him and his inventions hated and valuable depending on who you ask. And once Jock gets killed (but gets better) things kick off.

And elves are freaky.

There are also witch hunters who are utter murderous bastards. HIP HIP HOORAY! GLORY TO THE HUMAN RACE!

The Sigil:

A vast stone sigil towering many hundreds and hundreds of feet appears. The land for miles around - as soon as the sigil appears on the horizon - dies. Anyone in that land does not. They might temporarily, but they get better. Also there are more suns than there should be and the sky turns pink, but only if you can see the sigil!

Those humans that remain murder one another for the glory for the Sigil.

But whhhyyy though?

Infectious ideas:

Ideas that are catching! They lurk in innocent places, in memes, in sentences. They worm into the brain and bed down, they incubate. Maybe it takes weeks, maybe years, but one day they take root and the infected person suddenly believes the world operates in a way that it doesn’t - they believe the craziest things.

But, unlike anyone who believes crazy things, they make it so that it’s true. The world around them bends so that it reflects how they think it is. And the ideas spreads and infects others.

Who can stop such a thing? Why, those in whom the ideas never came alive. Those infected but immune. They can stabilise and reassert reality. They’re the hunters, see? And the dangerous ones are the prey.

Oh when I put it that way it sounds dumb. But still! Ideas!

Divine mission:

There is an Elector of a small state within a larger, sprawling, crumbling state. The Elector is a lovely, kindly chap who looks after all those under his charge and is adored by all. He has also sworn a divine vow to eradicate nondescript heretics (I ain’t figured the specifics out yet) but that’s fine because who cares about them?

One day, a student at the Elector’s court helps out a random girl he finds who appears to be in a spot of bother. She does something to him, gives him something. He doesn’t understand, but that’s fine, and she runs off.

Then he bumps into the Elector. They have a nice chat. The Elector sees what was given.

Oh dear.

Now the student is on the run.

Needs development.

Small steps

There are people with some nifty abilities and in particular people who can Transport, which is basically teleporting or aparating but with less fanfare. One guy in particular is the best at it and can appear thousands of miles away anywhere without warning. He is a wanted criminal.

However! He is only a wanted criminal because a big-dick corporate lady wants his abilities in order to travel into space and so she’s pulling strings to ensure he can’t escape from her clutches. Etc.

Anyway, that’s what I pulled out of the steaming pile of dreck that was my NaNo.