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Chapter 2
Chapter 2: In Which The Hero Of The Icelandic Saga, Njáll Njálsson Makes a First Appearance

It was with a jump that Njáll Njálsson awoke to the sound of his alarm clock sounding. With a fist that once broke two wine glasses over the head of a drunk partygoer, Njáll Njálsson slammed his fist down upon the clock, causing a ringing to resound at a higher volume throughout the room. Njáll Njálsson pulled his thick wool covers around his body, wishing to continue sleeping even further into the Saturday afternoon.
Surely it could have only been by the treachery of Loki that his alarm sound on such a day, for Loki would no doubt be causing the destruction of his alarm clock by sounding it, setting Njáll Njálsson back a handful of króna, better suited to pay for the exploits of Njáll Njálsson, such as renting video and getting drunk.
With a growl that would put a wolf contained at the Reykjavik zoo to shame, Nj&
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Literature
Chapter 1.75
Chapter 1.75: In which (Spoiler Alert) Arinbjörn Predictably Dies So The Plot May Advance
Jakob was quick to pick up on Arinbjörn's flashback. Arinbjörn was busy staring at the picture of a warm Icelandic landscape on the far wall to notice Jakob getting up to use the bathroom. Nature was calling Jakob, and she had just logged his number in her speed dial. He could feel not only the beer he had recently drank pulsing through his bladder, but also the beer he had drunken earlier on in the night as well. All of this liquid was being moved along by a metaphysically liquidated form of the great shame he was feeling for the act he had committed while drunk to get him kicked out of his usual bar. Jakob excused himself and headed for Arinbjörn's downstairs bathroom, which he had long since marked as his own.
Arinbjörn sat at his simple wooden table, his breathing drowned out in the ambient patter of outside rain. The single overhead light bulb cast un
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Literature
Chapter 1.5
Chapter 1.5: In Which A Flashback Occurs To The Time In Which The Trip That Arinbjörn Embarked On Occurs A Second Time In Arinbjörn's Mind
Magnus let out a hearty chuckle before pouring another shot on the table in his rather impressive looking sealskin canteen. His club was slung over his shoulder, numerous drops of frozen seal blood on the back. He had used to hunt polar bears, but they had been scarce as of late. Magnus had been told recently that global warming was to blame, but he could do little but laugh at the concept. The globe warming? Did these silly scientists know how impossible that would be? Magnus suppressed the thought before his inner monologue turned into commentary.
Magnus was a tall man, with arms large enough to smash brick and hair lacking enough to blind any foe foolish enough to challenge Magnus to hunting on a night in whist Magnus is not wearing a hood and the moon is full overhead and unobstructed, in which Ragnar, at the coaxing o
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Literature
Chapter 1
Chapter One: The First Chapter
Arinbjörn glanced out the window at the stormy Icelandic countryside before shaking his head, causing his greasy blond hair to quiver for a second before naturally righting itself. The room around him was dark and the floorboards cold, yet Arinbjörn saw no need to turn on a light. The obnoxious glare of the overhead fluorescents would take away his view, and although being in the dark slightly tweaked his nerves, the knowledge that he was alone in his house  served as a protector to such a worry.
Arinbjörn was  a man of six feet, standing tall and firm, as did many in his fine occupation of braving the horrors of chartered accountancy. Arinbjörn was the son of Njörður, who in turn was the son of Sigfinnur, bravest man of the region who led many a man on his conquests to lower water rates of the Fjarðabyggð town, who in turn was the brother of Teitur; Teitur was the uncle of
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The Mourning After: Day 1
The Mourning After
Day 1
My alarm hit 7:45, like it had all past days of the year. The routine annoying screech that echoed through the small motel room woke me up with a shudder. My hand darted instinctively to the 'Off' Button. I was tempted to hit snooze, but my desire to sleep in had left me many months ago. Now, I was at the beck and call of the alarm.
I had tried a great many times to wake up before the alarm sounded, but never to any avail. I constantly find myself wishing that at some earlier night I had set the alarm to an earlier time, as to give myself a longer amount of time in my days, but such was a wish that was always in vain. My alarm would always sound at 7:45.
I pulled myself out of bed with a strange degree of motivation and my gaze darted instinctively to the small dresser near my bed. It was a simple motel dresser, brown and made out of some synthetic wood, probably in a far off country like China or The Philippines. I left the mystery of its orig
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Literature
Acceleration Glory: Chapter 5
Acceleration Glory
Chapter 5: The Coming Storm
The merry trio left the Sushi bar in high spirits, yet with a noticeably smaller amount of money.  Elliot and Niko didn't mind at all. Andre, on the other hand, had enough resentment for the two of them. He did keep it to himself though.
"So, now that that one Luc fellow did Andre the disservice of taking his movie away from him, want to still go see 'Path Of The King'?", Niko asked Elliot, causing Andre to groan. Elliot laughed. "Sure!", he agreed, causing Andre to groan further. "Fine, but next time we eat out, you Duel the crazy challenger", Andre said, offering an ultimatum in response.
"Of course", Niko agreed, knowing it would inevitably be Andre Dueling next time the party needed a Duel to resolve something. Andre probably knew that too, and there was no need to bring it to life.
Niko's thought was ironically timed. As the party passed one of the many breaks in buildings, they were so caught up in their ba
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Literature
Acceleration Glory: Chapter 4
Acceleration Glory
Chapter 4: Divinity, Fluff, and Wheels.
While the rest of Satellite had undergone a massive makeover with the construction of the Daedalus Bridge, the B.A.D. area had been left to rot. In time the local life vanished from it. Now, it was inhabited almost exclusively by squatters and outlaws, all of the people with the misfortune to be born in Satellite before the bridge was created had left it almost overnight for the city.
The silence of a main street was interrupted for mere moments as the trio of D-Wheels raced down the abandoned stretch of pavement, leaving a small cloud of dust and tire tracks as the only testament they had been there seconds before.
The person at the head of the trio was the tallest of the three. A full riding helmet covered his head, with tiny tufts of blonde hair poking out the back and sides. The front was a one-way plate of screening plaster, and an elaborate panoramic design had since been painted onto it in some form of g
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Literature
Why I Write
Why I Write: Attack of The Death Sandwich
I think I died once.
It wasn't so bad. It was sort of like being asleep. Although, when I'm asleep, I've never seen myself make a sandwich. It's a strange feeling.
Of course, one would have to wonder what the sandwich represented. I mean, people don't see themselves making sandwiches when they die unless there is some meaning behind the sandwich.
Sadly, try as I might, I can't remember what was in the sandwich. I sort of wonder if somehow remembering what was in the sandwich would change my relationship to it at all. Huh. That's a funny thing to consider. Someone's relationship to his half death sandwich. Bet nobody else has written about that before. It's a sort of distinctive thing. Sort of like Japanese businessmen that lack suspicious sounding nouns, film extras that cut fingers off and angels getting lit on fire. It's a lot more poetic than it sounds. I think.
I have to wonder if meaning could be created for this sandwich
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Acceleration Glory: Chapter 3
Acceleration Glory
Chapter 3: Getting Sushi, Showing Off, and Showing Down
Andre sighed to himself before downing another glass of water. Niko and Elliot were taking longer to arrive at the sushi bar than he had hoped, and he had been helping himself to  the free water ever since, promising the wait staff he would make it up with a more generous order every time they raised eyebrows upon him asking for a refill.
He took a second to survey his surroundings. The bar itself was classy, but not very expensive. It managed to survive mostly in the tourist season, when a majority of travelers would come flocking in for a taste of "authentic" Neo Domino City food. A series of small hanging lamps gave mild illumination to a large bar with a hardworking chef behind it. Scattered throughout the room was a series of elevated black tables, each with a small Duel terminal built inside and jacks around the edges for up to four people to plug in discs. Each table was dotted
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Literature
Acceleration Glory: Chapter 2
Acceleration Glory
Chapter 2: Fast Times at D-Wheel High
While no actual munitions had gone off, to any passerby the basement of the Neo Domino City Duelist Academy Student Union could pass as a war zone with no problems at all. Then again, very few passed by it on the outside, and even fewer actually went. An even smaller percent actually went into the basement. The building was nestled tightly into a rather unexciting corner of the academy grounds, an easy twenty minutes away from any of the frequently visited halls in the central part of the academy.
The aftereffects of a D-Wheel test run that had ran afoul could rival any small explosion. The room was covered in soot, the poor circulation preventing a large combination of the thin smoke from leaving. The fire alarms whined on constantly in the background. The two inhabitants of the room had received the worse end of the engine misfire. Their close proximity had saved the many cards stacked on the room's center tabl
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Literature
The Woman in White
He was a praying man. He was a man of God. He was the one who was always the last one to leave the church, still crouched before the cross, his hands folded and his eyes closed, dead in posture, but thriving in spirit.  In the mornings, it was him to be the first out of bed, likewise first into the town ready to begin his trade, furs draped over his shoulder giving him the look of a well padded beast. In the evening, it would be him to be the first to set aside his wares, coupled with the meager earnings he brought in that day. Then and only then, would the mile walk across town begin.  It was always just a matter of minutes before he was opening the simple wooden door of the church and entering, always taking his seat before the cross, his mind draped with his love for God and prayers silently whispering across his mind, as if thinking them enough could somehow change the life of the physical world.
"Please, oh Lord".
He would always begin, his mind crying out to t
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Acceleration Glory: Chapter 1
Acceleration Glory!
Chapter 1: Afternoons and Coffeespoons
"You're going to hate me for what I'm about to do!" Andre yelled, his deep voice only barely louder than the harsh whipping wind. Everything he said was a struggle to make heard at this speed. "I summon Koa'Ki Meiru Urnight!". He shook his head for a second, ensuring his riding goggles weren't coming undone. He could already feel his helmet slipping around his mid-length curly brown hair.
The Solid-Vision processor near his arm distinctively started heating up when his Urnight's card hit his disk. He would have to finish this soon. Last thing he needed was his Solid-Vision projector overheating and melting again. In practices, he would get by just fine, but once the tournament season started, getting his D-Runner fixed would be an extra expense he didn't want to have to bother paying. His money was tied up enough already.
A bright blast of light temporally lit up the air as Koa'Ki Meiru Urnight finally took sha
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Hello! I'm Von Gentlemen!
I'm rather new to this site, and to the idea of artistic social networks in general. I do like it here though!

The main reason I joined was to work on and post my current main work, my 5Ds setting fic called "Acceleration Glory". So far, so good.

Sorry things are sort of lackluster at the moment. I haven't got any artistic talent of my own, and haven't found anyone to make cover art for my things yet.

(Hah! I actually wrote something here! Take that, hater!)

Current Residence: The Icy Northlands
Favourite genre of music: Metal. Pure and simple.
Favourite style of art: Surreal
Operating System: Tricked out Windows
Wallpaper of choice: Neil Patrick Harris awarding me TEN THUNDERS.
Favourite cartoon character: Jack Atlas
Interests
It appears that I was tagged by Dreamaniacal . Oh joy!
So, it looks like you get to see my take on my own writing.


1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why.

The majority of settings I do are some variation of the world we live in. My favorite project thus far has been Hringur. It's been wonderful to write. I like the setting, because it has the literary style of a fantasy world, but the daring and heroic exploits of the characters all have the inanity of everyday life.

The setting of my DnD campaign takes a very close second. The world is one where the existence of gods has led to a massive technology and power struggle amongst humans, who are being used as a means of political warfare by angels and demons.

2. How many characters do you have? Do you prefer males or females?

I honestly have no idea how many characters I have. I enjoy making minor characters frequently and seeing how much I can make them stand out. It's my belief that characters are only protagonists because the narrative follows them, not because they're better designed than the rest of the world.

I have a great many more male characters than female ones. I suppose the reason for it is that a lot of my narrative is driven by character's internal conflicts and ideas, and I'm a lot more comfortable writing such conflicts for males.
Also, surrealism seems to work a lot better for male characters, given how simple the average male mentality is. Female characters always seem to have enough emotional traits that surrealism always has some sort of meaning, which weakens the effect greatly.

Or, you could accept the fact that I'm a Gentlemen, and thus more inclined to write about other Gentlemen.


3. How do you come up with names, for characters (and for places if you're writing about fictional places)?

Usually, I just give the first name that comes to mind. In event of a work such a Hringur, many of the characters have some sort of joke behind their names or titles.

For my more surreal pieces, I pick the names that I think best embody the atmosphere I want the character to have.

For my fanfictions, my names are usually the names of real life people. Sometimes modified to sound a little cooler.

4. Tell us about one of your first stories/characters!

God, I can barely remember back so far. The first story I actually wrote in any sort of recordable medium was one of an alien knight, who explored space. His encounters put him against a few arbitrarily evil enemies with some glaring logical flaws. My protagonist also had the ability to solve just about any problem without any tension.

I would like to think I've gotten better at writing since then.

5. By age, who is your youngest character? Oldest? How about "youngest"?

Youngest: Clone 112. He's only alive for a few days before his story begins.

Hmm. It's occurred to me that you haven't read that story yet....
I may just have to put it on here...


Oldest: Either Kyle, from The Mourning After, or The Phoenix.
Kyle has been living the same day over and over again, making his age many years past how old he should be. The Phoenix has been alive for several thousand years, hooked up to an overly complex machine that keeps him alive.

Of course, he's remarkably buff, so his really long life could just be a result of being healthy.



6. Where are you most comfortable writing? At what time of day? Computer or good ol' pen and paper?

I have horrible handwriting and an amazing typing speed, so computer it is. I can write just about any time of day or at any place, but I seem to get the best results writing at home during the obnoxiously early hours of the morning.

7. Do you listen to music while you write? What kind? Are there any songs you like to relate/apply to your characters?

I always listen to music while I write. I like to listen a song that I think establishes the setting and try to incorporate the song's atmosphere of tempo into the writing itself.

I like to assign my characters themes too.

8. What's your favorite genre to write? To read?

Writing, I have no idea. I seem to have fallen into the horror niche, but I'm still not sure.

Reading, I'm all over the place. I'll read just about anything, given that it's written well enough. I do have a soft spot for good horror though. I like series that can be wrapped up within a small amount of books, but still have the same effect as an entire series of a different genre.

9. How do you get ideas for your characters? Describe the process of creating them.

I make up the majority of my main characters as some sort of means of relating the plot to the setting. Supporting characters are either created because they compliment (or contrast) the main character, or to establish something within the setting.

I start by thinking of the general series of events I want to happen, before figuring out who would be the best character for all of them to happen to. Then, I just repeat the process for supporting characters.

10. What are some really weird situations your characters have been in? Everything from serious canon scenes to meme questions counts!

I think Njáll Njálsson and Eyjólfur Dagfinnsson take the cake for weirdest situations. During the course of the book, the two steal several national treasures, cause the death of a technopop band, sink an entire town's industry, get held hostage by a thin blooded day worker and make several snarky comments towards the work's narrative.

Close contenders do include Andre, Niko and Elliot from Acceleration Glory! They find themselves in an epic showdown in a sushi bar, caught in an explosion and chasing a middle aged nobleman mugger.



11. Who is your favorite character to write? Least favorite?

For whatever reason, I love writing Mark from Acceleration Glory! Something about his habits and relation to the rest of the story appeal to me.

I can't really say I have a least favorite character, although Lilja from Hringur does get a mention. I think I lampshade how she doesn't seem to get much attention from the narrative.

12. In what story did you feel you did the best job of world building?

As funny as it might sound, I love my world building for Acceleration Glory! While it is fanfiction, I think I at least made a noble effort to explain many things about the setting that were never touched in the source material.

Last Lights was fun for me too, just because of how much the world itself clashed with the atmosphere.

Hmmm, you haven't read Last Lights, have you?
I think I may upload it after I edit it a little.

13. What's your favorite culture to write, fictional or not?

I love Norse societies. Ask anyone.

14. How do you map out locations, if needed? Do you have any to show us?

I don't, actually. When adding new locations, I just tack them on to what I previously have. While a chain of events may be greatly planned out before I start writing something, where said chain will happen almost never is.

15. Mid way question! Tell us about a writer you admire, whether professional or not!

This is a hard one. I have to say that I would be lying if I said I disliked XIVcaliber and his work. He does an amazing job of building settings, something I don't think I'm able to do all too well.

16. Do you write romantic relationships? How do you do with those, and how "far" are you willing to go in your writing?

When I do romance, it's either the central focus of the story, or it's only present for narrative or comic relief. I wouldn't call myself bad at them, but I think my ideas of romance are a little unusual.

I'm willing to go as far as the characters are, really.

17. Favorite protagonist and why!

This is a tough one.
I would have to settle with either Kyle, of The Mourning After, or 112 of The Last Lights.

I like Kyle, just because he has no real heroic traits about him. He's simply someone who had the misfortune of being caught within one of the most horrible settings imaginable, and is coping with it in his own unique ways.

112 is the total opposite of Kyle in that regard. He's a warrior caught in a world much bigger than himself, and is doing his best to carve out a place for himself as best he can.

Huh. Yep. Last Lights is getting uploaded.

18. Favorite antagonist and why!

Sumarliði Margeirsson takes the cake on this one with no trouble at all. While I don't want to spoil too much, he's really, really, evil.

But at the same time, really, really not.

19. Favorite minor that decided to shove themselves into the spotlight and why!

Luc (from Acceleration Glory!) has gotten some really interesting feedback from the readers. I sort of like writing for him, just because he's a really simple and ineffectual character who is doing his best to establish himself as a serious part of the story.

20. What are your favorite character interactions to write?

Klaus and Dieter. The two have a brotherly love that can only be forged after many years of playing techno music and fighting Swiss people.

Often at the same time.


21. Do any of your characters have children? How well do you write them?

A few of my characters do, but I don't really like them. What usually ends up happening is that the children either become totally forgotten, or the entire focus of the parent's character, both of which I don't like happening.

22. How long does it usually take you to complete an entire story—from planning to writing to posting (if you post your work)?

It really depends. I don't have any regular time. Typing speed is almost never a limiting factor, so it really depends on how naturally the story comes to me.

When I write a short story, I usually just sit down and write it.

If I'm doing something based on installments, I plan out the next chapter while I'm writing the current one.

Hringur, on the other hand, was the result of much careful planning and a lot of structured writing.

23. How willing are you to kill your characters if the plot so demands it? What's the most interesting way you've killed someone?

I kill off characters all the time. Frequently, the plot doesn't necessarily demand it, but it furthered by the character's deaths. I am of the belief that the ten seconds of a character's death can mean more than all the many years of their life.

24. Do any of your characters have pets? Tell us about them.

Huh, come to think of it, none of my characters have pets. Weird.

25. Let's talk art! Do you draw your characters? Do others draw them? Pick one of your OCs and post your favorite picture of him!

I have no drawing ability at all, so I never draw my characters.
Dreamaniacal is occasionally willing to draw them for me.

I happen to rather like the picture of Jake from Acceleration Glory!
Probably just because it's the only picture of one of my characters on here.

You can find it here. fav.me/d2y46zc

26. Along similar lines, do appearances play a big role in your stories? Tell us about them, or if not, how you go about designing your characters.

It's a toss up. A lot of my characters are defined more by their inner thoughts and narratives more than their appearances, but I do like having a character with interesting visuals or a unique visual design. It really depends on the character. Some are more cosmetically driven than others.

27. Have you ever written a character with physical or mental disabilities? Describe them, and if there's nothing major to speak of, tell us a few smaller ones.

I'm pretty sure Njáll Njálsson has Narcolepsy.


28. Final question! Tag someone! And tell us what you like about that person as a writer and/or about one of his/her characters!

Uhm. Everyone that I actually read the work of on here was tagged when Dreamaniacal did this survey...

Oh, by the way:


Andre couldn't help but quiver in a expectant fear as the curtains began to draw back. He took a second to adjust his mask for the thousandth time, not wanting to be disqualified before he could put on a show for the rest of the crowd. His hand tensed around his Disc as his opponent finally came into view.

Due to the obstructing nature of the area, Andre couldn't help but make out the figure's height.  The figure was just a little shorter than Andre. From the shadow that the figure cast against the velvet curtain, Andre guessed that the figure had shoulder length hair.

A standard issue disc, much like the one Andre was holding decorated the figure's arm. Both Andre and his opponent would be going into the match blind. Andre couldn't help but wonder if Niko and Elliot were feeling the exact same kind of tension. They most likely were.

Andre tensed up as the starting bell echoed throughout the adjacent room. He and his opponent exchanged a brief nod before instantly grabbing the top five cards of their decks. Both could feel the eyes of countless spectators upon them, and each was more than enthused to give the watchers one memorable show...
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shadow4742 Featured By Owner May 21, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Andre...
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Dreamaniacal Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2010  Student Digital Artist
Soooooo... How's Chapter 6 coming along?

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Spinark Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2010  Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the +DevWatch!
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Riodachi Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2010
hellou, sir.
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XIVcaliber Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2010  Student Writer
Of course you haven't even found me. Asshole.
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Dreamaniacal Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2010  Student Digital Artist
Your deviantID is basically a place to put a photo/drawing of yourself along with whatever information you feel like putting there.

Thanks for the watch, btw.
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