Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It's 2.20am, I have a quiz at 8 and a presentation at noon. And I'm wide awake. And I am not even studying. Genius, aren't I?
Anyways, I have some story developments I should probably change. Because of these developments in Green Lantern lore that I wasn't aware of, I'll have to drastically change my Lantern story.
(Red Lantern's cannot love because their hearts are replaced by their rings, therefore falling in love while bonded to the ring = death) and (Red Lanterns cannot remove their rings on their own because their rings replace their hearts, the only way to safely remove a Red Power Ring is to have a Blue Lantern negate it, then it can be removed.)
God damn, right? Yeah, well looks like I have even more work ahead of me. FML.
On a side note, comment some nice names I can use in my stories would ya? Seriously any names will do, I just need ideas to name characters. Thanks, faithful readers!
If anyone reads this at all. Seriously guys, just comment would you? It feels like I'm writing to a wall, no one responds or anything. Just a little feedback or something to let me know PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ ALL THIS. Even a "hey, yeah we read this" would be appreciated. I mean if someone were to comment "this blog sucks" then, that's a different story ofcourse. If that's the case, fuck the hell off right now and don't come back =) BUT if you genuinely like this blog, let me know please? Seriously, a little positive feedback and encouragement from his dear readers goes a long way for a writer in terms of motivation to write.
Or ill just keep blogging and writing to no one in particular... :/
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Friday, 20 July 2012
A New Blog
Sorry about this long hiatus I'm gonna be going on, dear readers. But things in my personal life are really building up, a lot of which has to do with my parents. And without anyone I can really talk to now, well for now at least, I really find it hard to write or do anything productive. So I apologize to anyone who checks back often. I've put most of my writing into a new blog, it's private though. Anyone that wants to read it will have to get permission from me. Cuz the thoughts and feelings there are really personal and I can't have just anyone read them. It's just my one and only place to really vent cuz I really have no one to talk to now. Or at least for the time being, it's a long story there. So once again, to my faithful readers, I apologize. The Fragmented Storyteller will be back, no doubt about that. How long before he is, though... That's an entirely different story. Hehehe, different story, get it? Fragmented Storyteller?
Oh, shut up, I thought it was funny.
Oh, shut up, I thought it was funny.
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Hey readers
I know nearly no one reads this blog, but to whoever does, I'll not be posting for a long while. School and other problems are coming up and I'm having trouble keeping up with them and writing as well. As such, I won't be posting for a long time. So to any of my regular readers, I'm sorry. Check back soon for more :) but not too soon, or you will be sadly disappointed...
Friday, 13 July 2012
A Lantern's Story
Hey there, faithful readers!
Yeah I know, no one reads this freaking blog. But on the off chance a random wanderer of the interwebs drops in to take a look, here's a little something for you.
I mentioned before in my intro that I loved the Green Lantern and the Blackest Night and Brightest Day stories. The idea of what could be millions or even billions of beings that have access to such a power by using a certain emotion always appealed to me. So much so that I wrote a story set way in the future of the DC Universe, where Lanterns like Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner and idols of legend, heroes of a time long past. Perhaps I should elaborate more for my readers that do not read comics. In the beginning of time, there was only one light. The White Light of Creation. As sentient beings began populating the universe, they each discovered the ability to harness a particular part of the light spectrum with an emotion. Altogether, there are seven colours, just like the rainbow. Each Lantern's power is garnered by their emotions. The greater the emotion, the more powerful their constructs and powers are. Each colour represents a different emotion.
Red Lanterns are fuelled by their anger and rage.
Blue Lanterns are find strength in hope.
Green Lanterns draw their power from strength of will.
Violet Lanterns, or Star Sapphires, use love to power their abilities.
Indigo Lanterns utilize their compassion.
Yellow Lanterns draw strength from fear.
Finally, an Orange Lantern (there's only one) takes his power from avarice (greed).
Only two colours do not use emotions.
Black, which represents death.
And white, which represents life, naturally.
Each Lantern Corps has a different story to tell, but I won't get into that. If you want, you can go read the comics. You're here to read my story, right? So, here is the synopsis of my story so far. I'll be writing into a full story sometime in the future, so look out for that =)
Trouble once again brews in the universe and the Lantern Corps turn to the humans, the race of beings that produced said legends, in the hopes that they could once again save the universe from destroying itself. However, the four newly anointed Lanterns knew not of a fifth. A Red Lantern. Trouble ensues and this young Lantern's Power Ring is damaged in the battle. After watching his parents die and having his Power Ring damaged so badly that he could not maintain constructs or even flight for long without it shorting out, he turns his back on the other Lanterns, his friends.
Time goes by and this Red Lantern is forgotten. The Four become heroes, just like their predecessors. But this Red Lantern, left with no family or friends, wanders aimlessly. With a broken Power Ring and a broken spirit, he could not even create a construct with his Ring even if he wanted to. But his spirits perked up when he found a new Ring. One he had never seen before.
A Black Power Ring.
As soon as he wore the Ring, he felt the power coursing through him, different than his Red Power Ring, but it was power all the same. With his newly found power and a sinister force taking over his senses, all he wanted to do was to destroy. To annihilate. To bring the entire world that spurned him and broke him crumbling down around him. And with his new ring, he found new allies, raising an army of the dead. Each body risen was a new Black Lantern added to the ranks of his legion of the walking dead. The greatest perversion of his power was committed when he raised four new generals to match his former team mates.
Kyle Rayner
Guy Gardner
John Stewart
Hal Jordan
He raised four of the greatest Green Lanterns to ever live as his undead generals. And so begun the Second Black Lantern Crisis.
The Second Black Lantern Crisis ravaged entire galaxies. But the Four finally managed to confront the problem at it's source: by battling their former team mate. The battle was fierce, the Lantern that was once their friend was immensely more powerful with his new ring. But they managed to shatter the Black Power Ring and return him to his senses. Wracked with guilt over the use of the Black Power Ring and his part in bringing about the Second Black Lantern Crisis, he went into seclusion. He lived his days out now fearing the power of the Rings while his former friends went about battling the hordes of undead Lanterns, trying to take the universe back from their cold, dead grasp. For a long time, he helped a small group of survivors. But it wasn't to last, as soon the need to use his old, damaged Power Ring came.
That was the story so far, but I haven't written it all out yet. I do have some of it written out already. The names of places and people are slightly different from the original version. Note that it's still in a sort of beta stage, a lot of work is yet to be done.
Yeah I know, no one reads this freaking blog. But on the off chance a random wanderer of the interwebs drops in to take a look, here's a little something for you.
I mentioned before in my intro that I loved the Green Lantern and the Blackest Night and Brightest Day stories. The idea of what could be millions or even billions of beings that have access to such a power by using a certain emotion always appealed to me. So much so that I wrote a story set way in the future of the DC Universe, where Lanterns like Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner and idols of legend, heroes of a time long past. Perhaps I should elaborate more for my readers that do not read comics. In the beginning of time, there was only one light. The White Light of Creation. As sentient beings began populating the universe, they each discovered the ability to harness a particular part of the light spectrum with an emotion. Altogether, there are seven colours, just like the rainbow. Each Lantern's power is garnered by their emotions. The greater the emotion, the more powerful their constructs and powers are. Each colour represents a different emotion.
Red Lanterns are fuelled by their anger and rage.
Blue Lanterns are find strength in hope.
Green Lanterns draw their power from strength of will.
Violet Lanterns, or Star Sapphires, use love to power their abilities.
Indigo Lanterns utilize their compassion.
Yellow Lanterns draw strength from fear.
Finally, an Orange Lantern (there's only one) takes his power from avarice (greed).
Only two colours do not use emotions.
Black, which represents death.
And white, which represents life, naturally.
Each Lantern Corps has a different story to tell, but I won't get into that. If you want, you can go read the comics. You're here to read my story, right? So, here is the synopsis of my story so far. I'll be writing into a full story sometime in the future, so look out for that =)
Trouble once again brews in the universe and the Lantern Corps turn to the humans, the race of beings that produced said legends, in the hopes that they could once again save the universe from destroying itself. However, the four newly anointed Lanterns knew not of a fifth. A Red Lantern. Trouble ensues and this young Lantern's Power Ring is damaged in the battle. After watching his parents die and having his Power Ring damaged so badly that he could not maintain constructs or even flight for long without it shorting out, he turns his back on the other Lanterns, his friends.
Time goes by and this Red Lantern is forgotten. The Four become heroes, just like their predecessors. But this Red Lantern, left with no family or friends, wanders aimlessly. With a broken Power Ring and a broken spirit, he could not even create a construct with his Ring even if he wanted to. But his spirits perked up when he found a new Ring. One he had never seen before.
A Black Power Ring.
As soon as he wore the Ring, he felt the power coursing through him, different than his Red Power Ring, but it was power all the same. With his newly found power and a sinister force taking over his senses, all he wanted to do was to destroy. To annihilate. To bring the entire world that spurned him and broke him crumbling down around him. And with his new ring, he found new allies, raising an army of the dead. Each body risen was a new Black Lantern added to the ranks of his legion of the walking dead. The greatest perversion of his power was committed when he raised four new generals to match his former team mates.
Kyle Rayner
Guy Gardner
John Stewart
Hal Jordan
He raised four of the greatest Green Lanterns to ever live as his undead generals. And so begun the Second Black Lantern Crisis.
The Second Black Lantern Crisis ravaged entire galaxies. But the Four finally managed to confront the problem at it's source: by battling their former team mate. The battle was fierce, the Lantern that was once their friend was immensely more powerful with his new ring. But they managed to shatter the Black Power Ring and return him to his senses. Wracked with guilt over the use of the Black Power Ring and his part in bringing about the Second Black Lantern Crisis, he went into seclusion. He lived his days out now fearing the power of the Rings while his former friends went about battling the hordes of undead Lanterns, trying to take the universe back from their cold, dead grasp. For a long time, he helped a small group of survivors. But it wasn't to last, as soon the need to use his old, damaged Power Ring came.
That was the story so far, but I haven't written it all out yet. I do have some of it written out already. The names of places and people are slightly different from the original version. Note that it's still in a sort of beta stage, a lot of work is yet to be done.
Invasion Journal
Day 34
All Saint’s Secondary School
The Black Lantern Invasion has gone on for a little more than a month. Already they have overrun the more populated countries of the world. China, India, America… Gone.
The Lanterns are stretched as thinly as possible. Even reinforcements do nothing but delay the Black Lanterns.
They raise the bodies of the dead, thickening their ranks as they pass through town and city. Even the human Lanterns, so fabled are they after their predecessors but so very helpless. There are just too many…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Caleb, we need help with the wounded.” Mason spoke as he bandaged a bloodied arm of a young boy they found nearby. His parents… didn’t make it. They were claimed like all the other dead. None but him knew of Caleb’s secret.
Mason pulled him aside, away from the ears of the rest.
“Caleb, use that Ring to help us. Look at these people. They need hope.”
“Then get them a Blue Lantern, not some washed up Red Lantern with a broken Power Ring.” Caleb snapped back.
“They need a Lantern. Look at him,” he said, gesturing to the young boy who now sobbed into the crook of his arm with a picture of his parents in hand.
“His parents were claimed. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t that give you any feeling at all?”
“It does! How could you even ask me that? I lost lots of good friends just like he lost my parents. Do you remember how Jon died?”
“Caleb, that wasn’t you, that was the Black-“
“That was me! I picked up that Ring! I never should have, but I did. Now Jon is dead. Now Sam is dead. Now, about a billion people all around the world are dead. Because, of, me. If I hadn’t touched that Ring, I wouldn’t have become a Black Lantern, this entire invasion wouldn’t be happening, so don’t you dare tell me I’m not at fault here!” Caleb ended his tirade with his finger buried in Mason’s chest. But the aspiring young pilot looked emotionless.
“You could put that anger and guilt to good use. If you’re not gonna accept that it’s not your fault, the least you could do is try and make something right by using those emotions to save people.”
“Look I’m not a Red Lantern anymore. I left that part of my life behind me. The Ring is damaged, I couldn’t keep a construct going for very long even if I wanted to.”
“You still keep that ring with you. You haven’t left it all behind.”
“Look, the other Lanterns not only have fully functional Rings, but they have reinforcements too. They can fight this war. I can’t.”
“The least you can do is help these people. With or without the Ring’s help.”
“I plan on doing just that.” With that, the two clasped arms and began moving supplies. It wasn’t long before a sentry came running in, out of breath and wild-eyed.
“Guys, the Black Lanterns are here!”
“Mason, gather the people. Go buy the underground passageways. Seal them behind you and blow the charges.”
“Dude I’m not leaving you behind!”
“Someone has to hold em off, now go!”
But before Mason could leave, the Black Lanterns descended upon them. Hordes of these undead Lanterns swarmed the area. They had them cornered.
“Caleb, your Ring!”
“No!”
“For their sake, do it!”
A Black Lantern charged, ready to claim his first victim.
He never made it.
A glowing ruby wall blocked him from his target. And standing right behind it, was a young man dressed in the scarlet suit of a Red Lantern. Gasps of surprise and awe filled the corner of the ruined school as they watched the famous Red Lantern cut down scores of the undead Lanterns. As the last of the Black Lanterns fell beneath the powerful Lantern, his powers wavered. His suit flickered and faded, replaced by his hoody and jeans. His contructs lost form and faded as well. But even so, those under his protection saw him in a much different light.
“He’s a Lantern!”
“The Red Lantern!”
“The Last of the human Lanterns has returned! We’re saved!”
Caleb stood before the crowd and addressed them, in a much different manner this time. This time, he had their unwavering attention and silence.
“I’m not a Red Lantern. Not anymore. I’m just a guy with a broken Power Ring. Look I can’t fight any war, especially not like this.”
Mason pulled him aside once again as the crowd grew angry at him, with shouts of “What do you mean ‘not a Red Lantern anymore’?” and “You can end this invasion and you’re not gonna used your powers?”
“Caleb, these people need a hero. The other Lanterns are doing what they can. But you have a Ring too. You’re a Lantern, like it or not. These people need hope, and sometimes it doesn’t need to come in blue. A Lantern, no matter what colour the it shines, lights up the darkness. So will you finally man up and be a Lantern? Make a goddamn difference with that Ring?”
“It’s not as simple as that. Look, I used my Ring this once to protect them. But I can’t fight a war. I’m not Hal Jordan. I’m no hero.” With that, Caleb gave Mason a look of finality and they began evacuating the area and blew the charges to stop any Black Lanterns from sneaking up behind them.
That night, Mason was doing his rounds when he saw a familiar figure staring out at the moon, a ruby red ring in his palm.
He simply let Caleb have his time alone, no doubt this was a big deal to him.
As Caleb stared at the moon, he felt his name being called.
Caleb…
Day 34
All Saint’s Secondary School
The Black Lantern Invasion has gone on for a little more than a month. Already they have overrun the more populated countries of the world. China, India, America… Gone.
The Lanterns are stretched as thinly as possible. Even reinforcements do nothing but delay the Black Lanterns.
They raise the bodies of the dead, thickening their ranks as they pass through town and city. Even the human Lanterns, so fabled are they after their predecessors but so very helpless. There are just too many…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Caleb, we need help with the wounded.” Mason spoke as he bandaged a bloodied arm of a young boy they found nearby. His parents… didn’t make it. They were claimed like all the other dead. None but him knew of Caleb’s secret.
Mason pulled him aside, away from the ears of the rest.
“Caleb, use that Ring to help us. Look at these people. They need hope.”
“Then get them a Blue Lantern, not some washed up Red Lantern with a broken Power Ring.” Caleb snapped back.
“They need a Lantern. Look at him,” he said, gesturing to the young boy who now sobbed into the crook of his arm with a picture of his parents in hand.
“His parents were claimed. Doesn’t that make you angry? Doesn’t that give you any feeling at all?”
“It does! How could you even ask me that? I lost lots of good friends just like he lost my parents. Do you remember how Jon died?”
“Caleb, that wasn’t you, that was the Black-“
“That was me! I picked up that Ring! I never should have, but I did. Now Jon is dead. Now Sam is dead. Now, about a billion people all around the world are dead. Because, of, me. If I hadn’t touched that Ring, I wouldn’t have become a Black Lantern, this entire invasion wouldn’t be happening, so don’t you dare tell me I’m not at fault here!” Caleb ended his tirade with his finger buried in Mason’s chest. But the aspiring young pilot looked emotionless.
“You could put that anger and guilt to good use. If you’re not gonna accept that it’s not your fault, the least you could do is try and make something right by using those emotions to save people.”
“Look I’m not a Red Lantern anymore. I left that part of my life behind me. The Ring is damaged, I couldn’t keep a construct going for very long even if I wanted to.”
“You still keep that ring with you. You haven’t left it all behind.”
“Look, the other Lanterns not only have fully functional Rings, but they have reinforcements too. They can fight this war. I can’t.”
“The least you can do is help these people. With or without the Ring’s help.”
“I plan on doing just that.” With that, the two clasped arms and began moving supplies. It wasn’t long before a sentry came running in, out of breath and wild-eyed.
“Guys, the Black Lanterns are here!”
“Mason, gather the people. Go buy the underground passageways. Seal them behind you and blow the charges.”
“Dude I’m not leaving you behind!”
“Someone has to hold em off, now go!”
But before Mason could leave, the Black Lanterns descended upon them. Hordes of these undead Lanterns swarmed the area. They had them cornered.
“Caleb, your Ring!”
“No!”
“For their sake, do it!”
A Black Lantern charged, ready to claim his first victim.
He never made it.
A glowing ruby wall blocked him from his target. And standing right behind it, was a young man dressed in the scarlet suit of a Red Lantern. Gasps of surprise and awe filled the corner of the ruined school as they watched the famous Red Lantern cut down scores of the undead Lanterns. As the last of the Black Lanterns fell beneath the powerful Lantern, his powers wavered. His suit flickered and faded, replaced by his hoody and jeans. His contructs lost form and faded as well. But even so, those under his protection saw him in a much different light.
“He’s a Lantern!”
“The Red Lantern!”
“The Last of the human Lanterns has returned! We’re saved!”
Caleb stood before the crowd and addressed them, in a much different manner this time. This time, he had their unwavering attention and silence.
“I’m not a Red Lantern. Not anymore. I’m just a guy with a broken Power Ring. Look I can’t fight any war, especially not like this.”
Mason pulled him aside once again as the crowd grew angry at him, with shouts of “What do you mean ‘not a Red Lantern anymore’?” and “You can end this invasion and you’re not gonna used your powers?”
“Caleb, these people need a hero. The other Lanterns are doing what they can. But you have a Ring too. You’re a Lantern, like it or not. These people need hope, and sometimes it doesn’t need to come in blue. A Lantern, no matter what colour the it shines, lights up the darkness. So will you finally man up and be a Lantern? Make a goddamn difference with that Ring?”
“It’s not as simple as that. Look, I used my Ring this once to protect them. But I can’t fight a war. I’m not Hal Jordan. I’m no hero.” With that, Caleb gave Mason a look of finality and they began evacuating the area and blew the charges to stop any Black Lanterns from sneaking up behind them.
That night, Mason was doing his rounds when he saw a familiar figure staring out at the moon, a ruby red ring in his palm.
He simply let Caleb have his time alone, no doubt this was a big deal to him.
As Caleb stared at the moon, he felt his name being called.
Caleb…
Caleb…
The moon wavered before a blinding light struck him square between the eyes.
When he came to, he could see nothing but white.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not quite yet. You most certainly wouldn’t be here if you were.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sabba. I am the Guardian of one of the Twelve Rings.”
“Woah, hold the fuck up. The twelve rings? As in the Twelve White Rings of Power.”
“Yes, particularly speaking, your Ring.”
“I don’t know if you’re colour blind or something, but my ring is not only broken, but it’s red. And it has never spoken to me before either.”
“After the First Black Lantern crisis, the Twelve Rings were kept safely, in a pocket dimension similar to the way a Lantern keeps his Power Battery. Each ring had a Guardian made, to advise the next generation of White Lanterns. After Deadman was killed and the Ring Alec Holland had under his possession was returned, the Light of Creation spawned twelve Guardians to watch over the Rings and to prepare the new heralds of the Creation's Light.”
“So what do you want me for? I’m just a failed Red Lantern and former Black Lantern that started this entire shitstorm.”
“Do you feel remorse? For every drop of innocent blood spilt because of your folly with the Black Power Ring?”
“Of course, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel the weight of their deaths on me. You done rubbing salt into that old wound?”
“That makes you the perfect candidate to bear the White Light of Creation.”
“How does being indirectly responsible for the deaths of millions mean that I’m a good candidate?”
“Because you now know the true value of a life.”
“I really don’t think I’m the best choice for this, you have the wrong guy…”
“The time will come when you are called upon to bring light to a world of darkness. I offer you a lantern of white to bear that light. . You will not stand alone, but you will stand tallest, I assure you. All you have to do first, is stand up.”
With that, another flash of light hit him and he woke up in the makeshift infirmary they erected not three hours ago. Well, three hours plus however long he was out. He patted his pockets for his Ring but rather found a second ring in his pocket.
The moon wavered before a blinding light struck him square between the eyes.
When he came to, he could see nothing but white.
“Am I dead?”
“No, not quite yet. You most certainly wouldn’t be here if you were.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sabba. I am the Guardian of one of the Twelve Rings.”
“Woah, hold the fuck up. The twelve rings? As in the Twelve White Rings of Power.”
“Yes, particularly speaking, your Ring.”
“I don’t know if you’re colour blind or something, but my ring is not only broken, but it’s red. And it has never spoken to me before either.”
“After the First Black Lantern crisis, the Twelve Rings were kept safely, in a pocket dimension similar to the way a Lantern keeps his Power Battery. Each ring had a Guardian made, to advise the next generation of White Lanterns. After Deadman was killed and the Ring Alec Holland had under his possession was returned, the Light of Creation spawned twelve Guardians to watch over the Rings and to prepare the new heralds of the Creation's Light.”
“So what do you want me for? I’m just a failed Red Lantern and former Black Lantern that started this entire shitstorm.”
“Do you feel remorse? For every drop of innocent blood spilt because of your folly with the Black Power Ring?”
“Of course, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel the weight of their deaths on me. You done rubbing salt into that old wound?”
“That makes you the perfect candidate to bear the White Light of Creation.”
“How does being indirectly responsible for the deaths of millions mean that I’m a good candidate?”
“Because you now know the true value of a life.”
“I really don’t think I’m the best choice for this, you have the wrong guy…”
“The time will come when you are called upon to bring light to a world of darkness. I offer you a lantern of white to bear that light. . You will not stand alone, but you will stand tallest, I assure you. All you have to do first, is stand up.”
With that, another flash of light hit him and he woke up in the makeshift infirmary they erected not three hours ago. Well, three hours plus however long he was out. He patted his pockets for his Ring but rather found a second ring in his pocket.
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