Correlation, Any ideas?

So I want to start a chain story. I don't want to intrude on anyone else's turf, so I want to steer clear of fanfictions and vampires. I was thinking a story along the lines of magic or maybe certain people not being attached to any one world, but traveling through a series of different places, and at random given times the unattached people will get tossed somewhere new. Would anyone be willing to work with me on some type of chain story idea? (I swear I don't bite)

that kinda reminds me of the show sliders on the scifi chanel

You mean Like Myst were you are trapped in a book?

Me and Darksun were talking about that one day. We were thinking about having a story like myst only when you fall into a book you don't remember who you are but you get clues about another person in the story. Then you have to solve the mysterie of who the other person is. After that you are taken to another book, and meet others that have solved thy're book, and then you try and find out who YOU are. Afterworsds you're takin to another book on how to get out.

Is that kind of like what you are looking for?

I was just looking for something different! I was just hoping that somehow the story would keep shifting so no one could ever get board. Hey, if you get tired of one place, make a new one! Your idea sounds interesting. I'd be willing to give it a shot, we'd have to work out a lot of details so it wouldn't be too confusing.

correct me if i'm wrong but this sounds oddly enogh like .hack ..

not so much as it being a computer game but me so that the land is only excessable by those that know the code to get there or more so the magic words runes or what ever you want...

You kidding? Sounds like dimension shifting. You know, knights one moment and Sci Fi the next! Post war settings to cannabalistic islands! Sounds nothing like .hack. .hack is levels on a game.

I say do it! I wanna.

Sorry, Firelord, but I don't see any alikeness with .hack at all. What I was getting at was what Zac just summed up. Although if Rettayna wants to make it shifting from different books rather than planes and dimensions it sounds fine to me. I wanted the element of "Holy crap! I wasn't here five seconds ago!"

hmm this make my brain think lets say this


unbeknown to the characters(us) a great evil decended upon our world.
but this evil does not effect us physically but mentally in that we only can fight/see this evil in our dreams.... be that good dream bad dream or for some of us day dream.

but heres the twist only certain specail people with higher level of "force" (we'll think of another name for it later) can challenge this evil. in that we would have minds creative enough to become something in the extened dream world as might be a warrior mage ect.

and further more we could say we run into each other in the dream bu think nothing of it more than them being part of the dream and what not... this would be great for later sections for us to go out of the dream world setting and take on things like finding the others that can also enter this extened dream world.

i think by now you see what i'm getting at

Sorry dude, but that sounds way to much like every other fantasy story. I'm sorry, the "oh no! Evil bad guy" or "evil threat!" line is old.

The jerking from place to place would be cooler, I think. No bad guys, just trying to fit in until they find key to move to next place or until they get jerked to next place.

Like "Hey! I'm building pyramids now!"

-Jerk-

"Oopsie, that guy's an alien..."

The whole bad guy theme just gets annoying as heck. And the dream idea is done a lot too. Just toss em in and let the characters sort it out. More fun with utter chaos.

Wow Zac. I don't think you could have been any blunter. (On the positive side, at least you didn't beat around the bush...)

My turn to rant: Well for our characters to be unattached to any one world and be tossed around haphazardly they'd need a reason why they were plucked from their home and flicked somewhere else. And someone would have to do the uprooting as well. I mean you wouldn't/couldn't just skip off to another dimension. I guess there would have to be a society/head hauncho that would do the screwing around with people's lives. (My vote is the antagonists won't ever be seen all of the way because what's so scary about someone if you can see them and they look pretty average?)

This society would probably be making this dimension shifting out to be a game because (face it) no one thinks what they're doing is evil; they think it's for a greater good. So therefore they'd have reasons why we were removed from their games and discarded into the "outer-reaches". You discard something if its role is already fulfilled or its a threat. It'd be your pick as to why your character was removed. If your character is born a mage in today's society they'd be removed, born a demon in a pure realm, ECT. The choice would be yours. The only catch is your character can't know that they've any power or how the society runs. There would be the crazy situation of not knowing where you are, but the characters would have to slowly figure out their powers and clues on how to get out of the dimension cycle. Does this make any sense? And (further more) does anyone like this idea?

The Idea sounds grand. That is just me though, but would it be a game or what? (I might have missed somthing in your post.)

I think she said Chain story.

Yeah. She did.

Like chain story of alternate dimensions and tossing and chaos and fun. I'm in. Now I gotta think of someone... hmm....

Ok! I got my guy!!! Took me awhile and multiple spell checks...

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Name: Nycto Salis

Age: 20 years old

Home Dimension: Futuristic world that lay on outskirts of a dying universe. Many inhabitants live with diseases that wrack their bodies, so the sight of strange machines strapped to the sickly is commonplace. Human-like inhabitants breathe oxygen, though the eye colors and hair colors vary from Earth’s normal. Science is very advanced, light years past current modern-day. The world is dismal, gray and lonely.

Physical Description: His hair is black and shaggy, unkempt. (The sick don’t tend to their looks) His eyes are yellow, resembling a bird’s eye with both color and intellgence.

Nycto is one of the millions that is kept alive on his home world with the use of machines. He wears a respirator over his mouth that is attached to a small box-like object on his back. Without this, he will suffocate, and his lungs will collapse. Wires can be seen poking out of parts of his skin before they vanish beneath the surface again, connecting various parts of his body to his vital organs. These wires are also needed for survival. Hundreds of machines are hidden inside of him, keeping him alive.

Nycto is frail and sickly. He barely had any weight on him, for eating food is hard for him. He most often uses IV tubes to simply get vitamins. His face is normally worried, gaunt from pain and stress. Every day of his life is filled with the dull ache of the machines and the weight of his past. He is not typically a cheerful person, but depressed.

The last thing Nycto boasts is connected to his eventual exile from his home. Nycto is a sciencetist, a lover of machines, and inventor. He is extremely intelligent, and so he devised a plan to solve his problem of walking, as the act of taking a few steps drains his machines of energy (often he is in a wheelchair). So, he designed wings, similar to birds, and decided to graft them, much like skin, to his back. The experiment worked, and soon he was blessed with angelic style wings. However, his illness quickly spread throughout the new wings and took hold. His wings turned gray, and he began to molt feathers daily until the few that remained were tattered, sickly in appearance and unable to grant flight. Now, he is stuck with wings that cannot fly. He normally keeps them folded up tightly, trying to hide their dismal look.

He wears boots, loose pants and a loose shirt with holes cut out for his wings. His skin has a metallic sheen from the amount of machines in his body. He keeps hi computer on him at all times. (The computer is grafted into his right arm).

Brief Background:



Skills: Lover of technology, he is your computer wiz. Anything technology he can hack into, break, repair, or build as needed. His drawback is his poor agility and his often depressed mood.


How he got involved:

Click click click.

He slammed the lid of the computer down, watching it reconnect with his arm so that it nearly vanished. Nycto frowned. He had never been wrong on an equation before, so how could he have been this time?

Sitting back in his wheelchair, he sighed, the sound echoing in his respirator. He grimaced even with his eyes shut. It kept him alive, yet at the same time, killed him. It marked him as one of the sick, one of the frail younglings that would never amount to anything. He was forever banned from space travel, forever banned from leaving his home town.

His breathing was heavy, regular, a sign that his machine was working. He let the sound slide over him, ignoring it. The sound of his own breathing had never been something new. He had heard it amplified daily for the past twenty years of his life.

Something behind him poked his back, making him sit up. He reached around and tugged on it, pulling the wing forward so it wrapped around his gaunt body, scowling the entire time. Further proof of his mistake: another feather drifted uselessly down onto his lap, no longer white, but gray.

He slammed a fist on the handle of his chair, hiding his face in one hand. A tear slid down his face. His saving grace was gone; no wings would carry him away from his living nightmare now. The graft had failed, and the illness had spread. He could move the wings, but they would never carry him in flight. They were tattered and destroyed, mirroring his hopes.

Another slam of the fist. “I was so close… So close to finding out how to destroy this disease! I am not going to sit back and die slowly, ravaged from it! I want to breathe without a machine, to feel my own heartbeat and not some electric pulse that tells my organs to function! I want to know my veins hold blood, not this… this…”

Jerking a wrist upward, he slapped down one of the wires that stuck out of his arm, carrying oxygen to every part of his body. His blood had all been removed when he was three, replaced by wires that linked to dozens of machines. His life literally depended on his computer’s ability to function daily, to remind his body to not die, and he hated it.

A noise made his head jerk up, and he grabbed the wheels on his chair, ready to topple backwards. “What the… who’re you?”

A figure stood in front of him, masked in white so that nothing else was visible of his face. Blonde hair tufted out around the mask, paler than anything he had ever seen, even his sickly blonde sister.

He scowled. “Barging into my room? A little rude, don’t you-“

The face cut him off, the voice eerily high and alien. “You broke the rules.”

Nycto ran a hand through his black shaggy hair, shoving it away from his yellow bird-like eyes. The respirator hummed softly. “Excuse me?”

The masked man slid forward, the trench coat trailing on the floor. Nycto could see no visible skin; even the sleeves were dangling enough to completely hide the body.

“Nycto, you broke the rules. Now, you’re no longer fun.”

Nycto tightened his grip on the chair. “How do you know my name?”

He didn’t answer; instead, the mask fell to the floor, and as the youth’s eyes followed its descent in shock, he felt something jerk him forward. He lay crumpled on the floor, his tattered wings askew. The respirator hummed on.

“You broke the rules….” The voice repeated, and as Nycto stared in horror, the mask tugged him into black, his scream echoing louder than even his machines could hum.

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Ok! I followed Mizuno's basic format she told me. Whatcha think?

I don't think that's what Rettayna was asking (and you didn't have to be so snippy). No, it's not a video game. It's real life. (I'm sorry my brother doesn't play well with other children.) Zac, I like the character. You certainly chose the opposite end of the spectrum from my character. Now go post it in the bio section thingy. I don't have to approve it or anything. Just post your bios. I hope we can start writing soon. I trust you guys enough to hope you won't be power-hungry writers and have a billion different powers/abnormalities.

Eh. I posted it in bio. Hurry up and do yours so we can start. I'm not a patient person.