By This Time Next Week

By this time next week, I will have finished a novel I haven’t even started yet.  Yes, fifty thousand words is the lower end of what people consider a novel, with some still regarding it as a novella.  And yes, I may fail.  But what if I don’t?  Wouldn’t that be somethin’?

If I haven’t succeeded by midnight at the end of the 20th, but I did get pretty close, I might continue to work on it for a while, and you’ll have to keep ignoring those posts if it’s all clicks and whistles to ya.  But I really don’t want to.  I intend to put my entire ass into it, as they say.

The story is called Josefina and Blasfemia vs. The Wall of Ice, coming soon to a blog near you.  El Muro de Hielo is not a reference to melting ice sheets; it’s, like, metaphorical ‘n’ shit.  I’m a real arteeste.  This is the sequel to a book that has never been written.  I just felt like starting in media res, in the parlance of our times.  It picks up where the previous adventure leaves off – a pretty thrilling moment.  If you don’t find it thrilling, well, all sorts of chicanery follows, and maybe something in those various events will work better for you.

I have a dawning awareness that since I’ve advocated for generative AI, some people will doubt that my work is my own.  I’ve posted an example of using discussion with AI at the genesis of a story (not one I intend to finish with AI or to publish, if I ever finish it at all), which for some people would be grounds enough to dismiss the entire endeavor as cheating and stealing and burning the world to ashes for cheap thrillz.

Not that it matters, but this novel has had no involvement of AI, save the generation of the title placard and some mock-up book covers.  If anyone wants to doubt and hate, I’m not going to convince them.  But it would be pretty silly of me to try to pull a flex like this while just cheating.  The effort is the point.  Plus this is from the heart, yo.  As much as I have a half-assed american dream of some guy in a suit noticing me from across the room and sayin “How’d you like to make a bank full of money, kid?,” I am not aiming this at the big five publishers.

This book is not going to have commercial appeal, is what I’m saying.  Too radical and self-indulgent.  Enjoy the nonsense, for whatever is in it that may be enjoyable.  And join me, with nonsense of your own.  I’d love to see it.

Monday Before TurboWriting

ARE YOU PREPARED, MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY, FOR THIIIIS?

For most of you the THIIIIS in question will be ignoring my blog for four days of bullshit.  But still.  Writing event, weekend that culminates with MLK Day, January twentieth.  As I have Fridays off, I’m going to try to write 12,500 words a day for 4 days straight, and finish a novel in a long weekend, basically.  Anybody who wants to try to keep up with that, or just invest a few days of that time in a more modest goal, you are welcome to join.

I’ve done this kind of thing before, but not publicly, and never hit my 50k goal in that short period of time.  My hope is that doing it in public (snicker snicker) will cause me more shame if I’m not sticking with it, doing my best, and motivate me to get it did.  So this is the countdown, the 5,370 minute warning.  Y’all been warned.

If you participate, what will your goals be and how will you achieve them?  Poetry?  Prose?  Essays?  Non-fiction?  Journaling?  Screenplay?  Five words or a hundred thousand?  Gonna live off microwave food?  Get a loved one to do all your chores for you?  Eat caffeine and dookie lightning?

For my part, gonna try to get more detail into my outline.  Been having a hard time focusing on it.  Life’s a little raw, but we abide.  Today is a work day for me; this post was written last Friday and queued.  So as you’re reading this, I’m probably working my ass off, beating up my brains and my heart, for the betterment of humanity and not enough money to pay the mortgage.  U kno, I keep doing crap like this, and maybe I get the gold star sticker from crapitalism, the book deal, and I’m on easy street 4eva.  Yeeaah.

During the event I actually have two goals: to get at least 50k, and to finish the story.  I may succeed at neither, either, or both.  Finishing the story may mean going over 50k words, and apologies to anyone who intends to read it but doesn’t have that kind of time.  If it takes you a while to wade through and you comment a month from now, I’ll still appreciate it.  If you don’t read first drafts on principle, that’s probably wise, and I’m not offended.

Alright, my fellow auteurs, eat your granolas and push up your sleeves.  It’s coming…

 

Gotta Go Fast

As mentioned before, I’m going to be doing a speed writing event on the weekend that ends with MLK Jr Day, and I invite you to come along.  I’m going to write about 12,500 words a day from Friday Jan 17th through Monday Jan 20th.  You can set more modest goals and only participate a few of those days if you please.  Fiction or non-fiction is fine.  Post in the comments or elsewhere with links in the comments, or be shy / inviso and just mention your word count when you get to resting points.  I’ll read yours if you read mine; critique can be as baby-gloved as you please.  Holler in the comments if you want to join…

And so,

I must go fast, like autistic icon Sonique the Hedged Hogge.  12,500 words per day sounds like a lot, but if you’re well prepared, and you make an effort to write during every opportunity throughout the day, it is actually very doable.  Most professional writers don’t bother going hogge berserque like that, but I have heard one say you should try to write your first draft in one uninterrupted go, to get it out as one cohesive idea.  Don’t recall his exact phrasing, but I have a strong feeling on the subject myself.

You gotta break it up.  If you don’t have the resilience of youth, this is likely to hurt your hands.  Write in big chunks with enough time between sessions for your hands to recover.  I don’t really know why, but writing before you go to sleep and right when you wake up for days in a row can lead to better word counts than just doing X amount of sessions in the latter half of the day, even when you stay up late.  Maybe it’s the hand thing.

But more important, you need to have all questions answered.  This is almost impossible to nail, I think, because how can you predict every piece of knowledge or decision you’ll have to make in the entire book without practically pre-writing it?  But consider it aspirational; the more you do, the less you’ll be slowed down.

By questions I am talking about things like research.  As a first draft, you can (placeholder) info you want to look up later, but compulsion can drive you to distraction and make you cave, make you lose your focus and end up in a wiki-binge.  I also mean stuff like a map, for stories where place names and spatial relations are important.  Character names, major and minor.  Affectations you want to use in dialogue (X guy has southern accent, everybody talks faux-medieval, etc.), stylistic intentions.  And, of course, what happens?

That’s the plot outline.  In a speed writing event where your aim is to actually complete the story (which I rarely achieve), you can’t go in without knowing how the story ends.  I know; it can feel like spoiling yourself, make the writing feel lifeless or inevitable.  Think of it this way: you can still change it.  If lightning strikes and you come up with a different idea as you get close, just jump the rails and do that shit.  If that doesn’t happen, at least you got enough direction to charge toward the conclusion without stopping to ponder.

Again, if anybody wants to join, holler.  And whether you do or not, suggestions for speed are appreciated.

Write, Jan 17th-20th

In a profound insult to the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr., a racist sexist classist know-nothing soulless shitsack con-man thug and dime store Hitler will assume the throne of the USA on MLK day, January 20th 2025 – soon to be known as The Day the Music Actually Died.  I don’t know about you, but I will not be paying the slightest bit of attention to it, or fucking anything that follows.  We know by the end of the week there will be about fifty executive orders making things worse for just everybody that is alive now or going to be alive for decades to come.  We will have all the time in the world to find out about these things as they fuck us over, so why speed-run our sorrow?

I don’t work Fridays and I have Monday the 20th off for the holiday, so I have a four day weekend.  I will be doing a speed-writing event with whoever is willing from my writing group – which is likely to be nobody but my husband, heh.  I will be attempting to finish a short novel in four days.  To facilitate that, I have done a lot of preparation and intend to do more – coming up with answers to any questions that might bog me down with research, coming up with names, outlining the plot more specifically than I might for a more casual paced event.

So.  Can you write around 12,500 words a day during that window of time?  Or just part of that time?  If not that ambitious, what could you write?  Might you be available?  It would be cool to have some solidarity on busting this thing out.

Another question for you:  Would you mind if I posted the whole first draft here as I wrote it?  I know some of you feel overwhelmed when I ramp up productivity for a minute, and just check out.  I don’t mind if I don’t get comments, or get them days or weeks later when you’ve caught up.  I do think it would be fun to post a big wild pile of unedited mayhem on here, but I don’t want to waste your time or my own if that’ll just hit like a lead balloon.

And with regard to the solidarity thing, you could post your first drafts in my comments.  Long posts will end up going to spam and need to be manually cleared so might not show immediately, but I will approve them.  Or you could post reminder links to somewhere else online where your words are posted.  Sharing your first draft is for egomaniacs only; it is showing your ass in the worst way.  I’d love to see it.  If you do post yours, I might not have time to read them until after the event, but I’ll read yours if you read mine.

Holla at your dogg.

Edit to Add:  i forgot that critique is an implicit ask when posting something publicly.  if it helps you feel more bold in posting your stuff, we can make this officially “no critique” or “positive feedback only.”  it’s my house; i can make that happen for you.

Using AI to Write

Where does one draw the line with using AI to create art?  A court ruled AI art could not be copyrighted, but what about AI assisted art?  Is there a percentage where the sin overtakes the whole endeavor?  If I painted a fifty foot long mural and glued a stamp-sized print of AI art to it, is the mural’s entire design rendered public domain?

What if the art is writing?  I was recently trying to come up with an idea for a story and not liking anything that came to mind, so I had a convo with chatgpt about it.  At what point in this conversation does the writing become my creation, or does the fact it started like this invalidate the entire project – even if I wrote a million words off the concept in iambic pentameter, all from my own brain?

GAS:
put this plot outline into a format you can easily understand, short phrases and simple formatting:  (here I posted a four act gothic plot outline mashed up with save-the-cat screenplay bits)

ChatGPT:
Act 1: Rise from Obscurity
Opening Image / Character is not Valued
Tone and concept established…  (it responded competently)

GAS:
list seven ideas for sources of supernatural power that come at a terrible cost

ChatGPT:

  • Blood Pact with a Demon
    Power:  Grants immense strength, magical abilities, or immortality.
    Cost:  Slowly consumes the user’s soul, leading to eventual damnation or loss of humanity.
  • Cursed Artifact
    Power:  Bestows knowledge, wealth, or abilities.
    Cost:  The artifact demands a toll (e.g., harming loved ones, madness, or eternal servitude).
  • Forbidden Knowledge
    Power:  Unlocks hidden truths, magic, or control over reality.
    Cost:  Warps the mind, creating paranoia, hallucinations, or inability to return to normal life.
  • Ancestral Spirit Possession
    Power:  Access to ancestral wisdom, battle prowess, or supernatural senses.
    Cost:  The spirit takes control intermittently, eroding the user’s autonomy.
  • Blood Magic or Life Sacrifice
    Power:  Casts powerful spells or grants regenerative abilities.
    Cost:  Requires offering the life force of others—or the user’s own lifespan is drastically shortened.
  • Cosmic Entity Bargain
    Power:  Grants the ability to manipulate time, space, or destiny.
    Cost:  Reality becomes distorted; the entity’s influence seeps into the user’s life, erasing relationships or memories.
  • Monster Transformation
    Power:  Unparalleled physical prowess, healing, or shapeshifting.
    Cost:  Gradual loss of humanity, uncontrollable urges, or permanent disfigurement.

GAS:
list seven variations on the concept of a vampire, a noble class that uses supernatural power to oppress the people, but not literal blood drinking

ChatGPT:

  • Dream Eaters
    Feed on the dreams and ambitions of the people, leaving their victims apathetic and without hope.
    Use stolen creativity to maintain their grandeur and invent new ways to control society.
  • Soul Harvesters
    Extract fragments of souls from the populace, weakening their victims’ vitality and willpower.
    Hoard soul energy to maintain eternal youth, power, or invincibility.
  • Emotion Leeches
    Drain intense emotions (joy, love, anger) from others, leaving them numb and subservient.
    Use this energy to amplify their charisma and influence, manipulating the masses.
  • Shadow Lords
    Absorb the shadows or “life essence” of others, which leaves victims sickly and feeble.
    Their stolen power allows them to control light and darkness, creating fearsome displays of authority.
  • Pain Feeders
    Draw strength from the suffering and despair of the oppressed, perpetuating violence and hardship.
    Use this energy to fuel supernatural resilience and cruelty, ensuring their dominance.
  • Memory Thieves
    Steal memories and identities from their subjects, erasing rebellion and rewriting history.
    Use the knowledge gained to maintain a perfect grip on power while ensuring no one remembers life before their rule.
  • Time Parasites
    Drain years of life from their subjects, shortening lifespans in exchange for their own longevity.
    Create an illusion of fairness by taxing the life of the poor while claiming eternal reign as divine justice.

GAS:
in bloodborne the healing church uses cursed blood from the elder gods to heal people, gaining favor, but the blood eventually turns people into monsters, and it ushers in an eternal inquisition as those that became beasts are being hunted.  in elden ring, outer gods have bred with humans to create a noble class with a supernatural power of “the grace of gold,” but their might causes their power struggles to rip up the world itself. list seven similar ideas, but try to make them as different and distinctive as possible.

ChatGPT:

  • The Whispering Veil
    A noble caste gains supernatural wisdom by communing with an ethereal “Veil” that reveals hidden truths.
    Over time, prolonged exposure causes their bodies to fragment into translucent, ghostly forms, rendering them unrecognizable.
    Their attempts to rule through divine knowledge breed paranoia and civil wars, as they suspect each other of treachery.
  • The Forge of Embers
    A sacred forge grants its wielders the ability to create living weapons infused with fire and metal, capable of reshaping reality itself.
    However, using the forge binds their souls to the weapons they create, slowly transforming them into inanimate, mindless tools of war.
    The world becomes a desolate battlefield as these cursed weapons perpetuate endless conflict, with no one left to wield them.
  • The Harvested Horizon
    Nobles consume fragments of a celestial being’s body that fell to earth, granting them the ability to terraform land and summon crops.
    Overuse of this power corrodes the natural environment, creating barren wastelands and causing the nobles to mutate into colossal, immobile “roots” that consume all life.
    The oppressed are forced to fight both their parasitic overlords and the spreading desolation.
  • The Starbinders’ Oath
    A celestial pact grants nobles the ability to manipulate the heavens, altering seasons, weather, and even time.
    Their bond with the stars, however, slowly pulls them out of sync with reality, turning them into disembodied echoes incapable of understanding human suffering.
    Their unfeeling interference fractures the world’s timeline, plunging the realm into cyclical chaos.
  • The Choir of Depths
    Nobles receive their powers by harmonizing with a cosmic “Song of Creation,” which grants them the ability to reshape matter and minds.
    Singing the Song too often causes the nobles to lose their individuality, merging into a horrifying, ever-growing chorus of flesh and voices.
    Their subjects live in terror of being assimilated into the Choir, even as they revere the beauty of its creations.
  • The Thorned Crown
    Nobles achieve dominion by donning crowns grown from a mystical tree that connects to the collective lifeforce of their subjects.
    The crowns grant immense power but drive the wearers mad with visions of every subject’s pain and suffering.
    As the nobles succumb to insanity, the tree begins consuming the people it was meant to sustain, leaving the land twisted and overgrown with carnivorous flora.
  • The Light of Hollowing
    A radiant crystal buried beneath the earth empowers nobles with the ability to project light that heals wounds and invigorates armies.
    The light, however, siphons the emotions and humanity of everyone exposed to it, leaving the populace as emotionless husks.
    The nobles, desperate to retain control and their fading vitality, begin to drain one another, turning their court into a cannibalistic struggle for survival.

GAS:
take any three of those and make them Christmas themed.

ChatGPT:

  • 1. The Choir of Frost
    Nobles attune themselves to a mystical “Caroling Frost,” a sacred hymn carried by the icy winds of a cursed winter.
    The song grants them control over the snow and cold, allowing them to create eternal winters and summon crystalline ice structures to awe and oppress their subjects.
    However, the more they sing the Frost’s melody, the more their voices freeze into hollow echoes, and their bodies become statues of living ice.  Over time, they merge into frozen monuments, incapable of thought or speech, yet still radiating the chilling hymn that numbs the hearts and spirits of the people.
    The world becomes locked in a perpetual winter, with frostbitten villagers whispering prayers to thaw the cursed song.
  • 2. The Thorned Wreath
    Nobles gain power by donning enchanted holly wreaths said to be blessed by the Spirit of Winter Solstice.  The wreaths grant the ability to summon endless feasts, gifts, and celebrations, making the nobles beloved as symbols of holiday cheer.  Over time, the thorns on the wreaths grow inward, piercing deeper into their flesh and souls.  The more they indulge their power, the more they become driven by greed, feeding endlessly on the joy and warmth they create.
    As the wreaths take control, the nobles transform into monstrous “Yule Fiends,” evergreen hulks that spread cursed festivities, forcing villages into endless, lifeless celebrations where no one can leave or rest.
  • 3. The Starbinders’ Noel
    Nobles form pacts with a celestial “Yuletide Star” that appears every winter, granting them the ability to summon miraculous lights and deliver blessings of warmth and hope to the people during the darkest nights.
    Each use of the Star’s power, however, draws them closer to its fiery essence, causing their bodies to burn with an inner light that they cannot extinguish.  Eventually, they become radiant, hollow shells, consumed by the Star’s endless hunger for devotion.
    As the nobles ascend into blazing constellations in the night sky, their subjects are forced to endure their light, which grows ever brighter and hotter, turning the joyous season into an unbearable, fiery trial.

GAS:
take the second one and make it into a sort of conspiracy situation, where the source of power is kept secret – some kind of lie makes it seem like something else, less a supernatural power than a more banal source of privilege.

ChatGPT:
The Thorned Wreath Conspiracy

The nobles appear to rule through mundane wealth and tradition, claiming their authority comes from ancestral ties and their ability to preserve the realm’s prosperity through seasonal festivities.  They maintain the illusion that their power stems from their role as caretakers of a sacred winter holiday—a benign, cultural privilege tied to generosity, feasting, and the supposed goodwill of their forebears.

In truth, the nobles’ grandeur and influence come from the Thorned Wreaths, enchanted relics hidden beneath their ostentatious holiday crowns.  Each wreath feeds on the warmth, joy, and hope of the common people, amplifying the nobles’ charisma and material abundance by siphoning life force during the season of celebration.  The public is told that the lavish feasts and seemingly endless gifts come from centuries of careful stewardship and family wealth, when in fact the wreaths are drawing vitality from the very people they claim to serve.

The wreaths grow thornier each year, the hidden barbs pressing into the nobles’ minds and hearts, warping their personalities.  While they are celebrated as benevolent lords of the season, they secretly become cold, calculating, and deeply paranoid.  The cost of this power remains hidden: villages sink into depression after each “festive season,” with the populace left drained of energy and hope, unable to rebel or question the system.

The conspiracy is tightly controlled.  A secret society of nobles, calling themselves The Keepers of the Holly, works tirelessly to suppress knowledge of the wreaths.  They stage elaborate holiday spectacles to distract the people, enforce the narrative of familial legacy, and ruthlessly silence anyone who comes too close to the truth.

However, cracks are beginning to show. Rumors spread of servants witnessing nobles removing their crowns, revealing twisted wreaths of holly beneath, their vines crawling into their skulls.  Commoners whisper about the increasing sterility of the land—fields that won’t grow crops, towns that never recover from the holiday season.  Meanwhile, a small resistance begins to uncover fragments of the truth, learning that the wreaths were not gifts of the Winter Solstice but ancient, cursed relics that the first nobles stole from the wilderness to gain their power.

The question is: if the wreaths are destroyed, will the nobles crumble into husks—or will the land itself, so dependent on their ill-gotten vitality, fall into ruin with them?

GAS:
a gang of street thieves does a heist on a noble, and at first it’s fun and games, but they fall prey to jealousy and betrayal.  ultimately one must use dark knowledge to vindicate himself, at a terrible cost.  how could this plot go?  a short summary.

ChatGPT:
A gang of street thieves targets a wealthy noble during a grand winter festival, believing the score to be easy and the spoils immense.  They infiltrate the noble’s lavish estate, stealing what appears to be mundane riches: gold, jewels, and an ornate holiday wreath.  The gang celebrates their success, reveling in their newfound wealth.  However, tensions rise as jealousy brews—one thief claims they deserve more for their role in the heist, while another begins to suspect the leader of withholding the best prizes.

Amid the infighting, strange events occur.  The stolen wreath exudes a sinister aura, and those near it feel their deepest insecurities amplified.  One thief, desperate to outshine the rest, secretly dons the wreath, unknowingly activating its cursed power.  They gain unnatural charisma and strength, but the wreath begins to twist their mind, driving them to betray the others.

The gang implodes in violence and paranoia.  The leader, framed for betrayal, is left for dead and abandoned by their comrades.  Desperate to clear their name and seek revenge, they consult a forbidden source: an old hermit who reveals the wreath’s dark truth—that it feeds on ambition and life force, granting power at a terrible cost.  To expose the traitor and vindicate himself, the leader uses the knowledge to claim the wreath’s power, sacrificing part of their humanity in the process.

In a climactic showdown, the leader confronts the corrupted former ally, now fully consumed by the wreath.  Though victorious, the leader realizes they have become just like the noble they robbed: a vessel for the wreath’s hunger.  With their gang destroyed and their soul tainted, they are left to wander, a hollow shell of their former self, carrying the weight of their choices into an uncertain future.

GAS:
remember the generic plot outline you helped me with before?  make your plot summary here fit into that outline.

ChatGPT:
Act 1: Rise from Obscurity
Opening Image / Character is not Valued
The gang of thieves struggles to survive in the shadow of the nobles, resenting the disparity between their lives and the wealth flaunted by the elite.  Their leader, though clever and ambitious, feels underestimated and unappreciated by their crew.
Incidental / Accidental Accomplishment (Catalyst)
During the winter festival, the gang pulls off an audacious heist, stealing gold, jewels, and an ornate wreath from a powerful noble…  (you get the idea.)

Humans are all recycling the same six story ideas ad infinitum and have been content with that for ages.  Don’t tell me the bot here is being less creative than five thousand romantasies about muscly dudes with big donks loving up on the normal girl who turned out to be the secret faerie queen.  Any one of these ideas could turn into successful commercial media, in the right / wrong hands.

Or can it?  There is that court precedent which could limit commercial application.  Well, doesn’t matter much to me.  Copyright law will never protect me from the deep pockets of corporations, regardless of whether I write my own shit or bot it.  The law exists solely for them.  Disney could copy-paste the entire history of this blog into Frozen 4 and I’d have to eat shit about it.

This is the world we live in.  As creative people, what will we do with it?

PS:  This is the post you can point to if you want to join in the AI version of the Satanic Panic, where saying anything neutral to positive about AI will have a gamergatesque mob braying at your door, calling into question the legitimacy of every piece of art you’ve ever made.  Act now while supplies last!

Spooktober Day Thirty-One

SPOOKTOBER 2024!

Spooktober is a 31 day event of coming up with original horror ideas based on prompts my writing group voted on.  Carrying forward from last year we’re having optional sub-themes and I’m trying to do them all like Debbie do Dallas.  Book covers made with midjourney and photopea.

SPOOKTOBER DAY #31 — PLAYER’S CHOICE
(× Alien/Space or Anime or Backwoods or Clones/Doppelgangers or Competition or Creepy Kid or Creepypasta/Urban Legend or Cursed Object or Cyberpunk or Darkweb/Technology or Holiday or J-Horror or Killer Animal or Killer Toys or Lost Media or Lovecraftian or Mad Scientist or Spoopy/Pumpkincore or Stephen King Style)

TITLE:  Hallowar

PREMISE:  It’s ON.  In the cyberpunk dystopia (Cyberpunk) there are haves and have-nots.  The well-to-do have a pristine network of MMOs where everybody dwells in beauty and light, the poor have a grotty gore-filled indie basement (Darkweb) called Halloween Online 2.0 (Pumpkincore).  The most influential character there has a child-like avatar (Creepy Kid) but everybody assumes they must be older, right?  That character declares a PvP event (Competition) called Hallowar (roll credits) (Holiday).

The PvP area resembles the US Northeast in fall colors (Stephen King Style), with rows of classic homes on shadowy leaf-strewn lanes.  All the NPCs have been turned into killer ghosts (J-Horror) that sometimes possess dolls (Killer Toys), but is it safer in the craggy tree-covered hills (Backwoods) inspired by The Colour Out of Space (Lovecraftian)?  No, those are full of mutated animals that hate life and love death (Killer Animal).

The timing of the event is such that the tactic of “kill all other players then take time with the puzzle” is not tenable, so all the players are both racing to investigate the mysteries, and fighting each other, with short-term alliances and much treachery.  The mystery plot is about an anime (Anime) that has gone out of print (Lost Media), but if you find a copy (Cursed Object) and watch it, you’ll die (Creepypasta).  Three copies quickly turn up, and players stop taking each other out with shovels and croquet mallets, instead tricking each other into watching the tapes.

But just how many lives do you get in this game?  Nobody said anything about multiple lives, but some players are coming back for another round, even after being killed (Clones/Doppelgangers).  They’re accused of hacking, but there’s something wrong with these avatars, and that suspicion is replaced with worse ones.

HORROR ELEMENT:  The answer to the mystery, when revealed, has to do with a mad scientist (Mad Scientist) who tried to contact aliens (Aliens) and brought their murder-ghosts down to earth in the form of killer EVP and such.  All you have to do to win is be the first to take out the scientist, right?  But in parallel to the events of the game, participants have been acting creepy IRL, and it’s becoming clear they’ve all been the victims of some kind of mad science.  The child avatar emcee appears from inside the lab coat, to offer the last survivors some kind of explanation – or perhaps just to gloat.  Your souls belong to the game now.  Happy Halloween.

Spooktober Day Thirty

SPOOKTOBER 2024!

Spooktober is a 31 day event of coming up with original horror ideas based on prompts my writing group voted on.  Carrying forward from last year we’re having optional sub-themes and I’m trying to do them all like Debbie do Dallas.  Book covers made with midjourney and photopea.

SPOOKTOBER DAY #30 — UNDEAD
(× Reptiles or Stranded/Desert Island or Extreme Weather)

TITLE:  Charles Darwin vs the Imps of Darkness

PREMISE:  Guess who’s back?  It’s ya boy Chaz, and he survived the mutated brain-sucking finches.  With all the finches back to normal or wiped out with shotgun blasts, they’ve left Darwin alone on San Cristóbal (Stranded) with the bodies of the rest of the Beagle‘s crew, all hollowed out skulls and drifts of down.  In his sorrow he talks with the dead, moving among them to scavenge supplies.  A mysterious fog descends, so thick nothing can be seen (Extreme Weather), and he falls into a tide pool sobbing.

HORROR ELEMENT:  Marine Iguana druids (Reptiles) come to land when the fog is thick, and behold the mournful man.  He wants to see his friends live.  Undead is close enough, right?  They raise the crew as horrid zombies (Undead) that shamble and do strange things with what’s left of their bodies.  Darwin is even more traumatized, and goes to war against the “Imps of Darkness.”  Will he defeat his reptilian would-be benefactors?  Well, IRL Darwin is dead and marine iguanas aren’t extinct yet, so…

Spooktober Day Twenty-Nine

SPOOKTOBER 2024!

Spooktober is a 31 day event of coming up with original horror ideas based on prompts my writing group voted on.  Carrying forward from last year we’re having optional sub-themes and I’m trying to do them all like Debbie do Dallas.  Book covers made with midjourney and photopea.

SPOOKTOBER DAY #29 — SMALL CREATURES
(× Victorian or Forest or Holiday)

TITLE:  ¡Feliz Navidad, Buenos Aires!

PREMISE:  Nadine and Paola are sheisty teenagers who just don’t give a fig.  When they come across a cursed antique (Victorian) set of toy soldiers (Small Creatures), they give them to conservative tio Sarmiento as an early Navidad (Holiday) present, and his ass puts ’em on the tree, it’s gonna be a cursed little christmas.

HORROR ELEMENT:  Sarmiento is forgetful and while he realizes there is a ridiculous bounty of soldiers in the chest, he doesn’t remember how many he’s pulled out – and that it is frankly an impossible amount.  He gives them to everybody – they even find their way onto a big tree at the mall.  When they come to life, it’s a forest (Forest) of wooden demons, in Gremlins-styled mayhem.

Spooktober Day Twenty-Eight

SPOOKTOBER 2024!

Spooktober is a 31 day event of coming up with original horror ideas based on prompts my writing group voted on.  Carrying forward from last year we’re having optional sub-themes and I’m trying to do them all like Debbie do Dallas.  Book covers made with midjourney and photopea.

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃  By now I have finished all 31, but I’m posting these all queued a few days behind, to get bloge content out of it.


SPOOKTOBER DAY #28 — GOTHIC
(× Geezer Teaser/Psycho Biddy or Silence or Insects)

TITLE:  House of Flies

PREMISE:  Seema fled from a cruel home life that almost killed her.  Unwilling to return, starving, lost, she took a job caring for an old woman of British descent who lived in a foreboding mansion at the top of the hill (Gothic).  The job wasn’t too weird at first, aside from being required to stay silent (Silence) at all times, so she can hear distant cries for assistance at the top of the stairs.

She became hypervigilant, attuned to all the noises of the creaky old house, but still had trouble distinguishing between the sounds of Georgina, the hum of electricity, and whatever these buzzing insects (Insects) were.  But in the moments when she got to leave the house for groceries, she met a nice dude and began a courtship.  Life could be worse.

HORROR ELEMENT:  Life got worse.  Georgina formed a presence in Seema’s mind that seemed to transcend the physical.  Was Seema going paranoid, losing her sense of decency and empathy toward a disabled old gal, or was the haunting buzz real?  Georgina (Psycho Biddy) figured out that Seema was seeing a dude and messed with their relationship, and messed with Seema’s head until things went all Edgar Allan Poe.

 

Spooktober Day Twenty-Seven

SPOOKTOBER 2024!

Spooktober is a 31 day event of coming up with original horror ideas based on prompts my writing group voted on.  Carrying forward from last year we’re having optional sub-themes and I’m trying to do them all like Debbie do Dallas.  Book covers made with midjourney and photopea.


SPOOKTOBER DAY #27 — COSMIC HORROR
(× Chaos or Virtual Reality or Virus)

TITLE:  Welcome to the Disease

PREMISE:  In da Future, we are all jacked in, on that virtual reality tip (Virtual Reality).  It’s 100% secure, like, internet security is no longer an issue for some reason.  Come inside, we’ve got a paradise to help you forget your incipient decrepitude.  Enjoy the pleasuredomes.

But how was this achieved?  The quantum woo is real.  Quantum computers managed to access the platonic realm of Forms, the for-real real, to which all of our teacups and pink flamingos and biological existences are pale imitations.  But humans were not meant to intrude into that heady air, representing an incursion of entropy (Chaos) into that previously inviolate realm of perfection.

HORROR ELEMENT:  The condition is spread by some unknown means, like The Ring (Virus), but everybody is racing to figure out what the rules are.  When you’ve caught it, some Joel Cairo-looking emeff appears to you and says, “Welcome to the Disease” (roll credits), and then your VR experience is corrupted.  You behold what it looks like when perfect order meets perfect chaos (Cosmic Horror), and like, lose all your sanity points or something.