From: | Guy Sie guy.sie@*****.a2000.nl |
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Subject: | My story outline |
Date: | Sat, 17 Jul 1999 01:28:56 +0200 |
mail for a week severely restricts your communication abilities :).
After a few private e-mail replies to my original 'can I join' question,
the answer was pretty much 'Think of something and post to the list,
then see what happens'. I had a vacation to think about it, so I figure
I might as well post the outline here. Feel free to flame, criticise
and be blunt, it'll never get through my thick skull otherwise.
The story happens shortly after the arcology shuts down, in such a time
that the truth behind the arcology isn't widespread knowledge yet (its a
rough outline, so no dates for you :)).
The main character is a human kid (12? 15? something along that age),
a ganger, who runs afoul of another gang while near the infamous
off-ramp with the crushed Rolls. As he runs away from them he comes
upon a 'dead end', and scrambles into a maintenance service tunnel for
the off-ramp. As he runs out, he finds himself on top of the deserted
off-ramp, with speeding cars on one end and the arcology on the other.
As he hears the gangers coming up behind him, he decides to make a run
for the arcology. Running straight toward a minefield, a sudden voice
in his mind saying something cliche like "Danger!" stops him cold in his
tracks. He goes around the 'bad' spot, and starts running again when he
hears the gangers behind him shouting and running after him. The same
voice tells him to turn around, and watch, and... play.
The first few gangers, not having the same kind of guardian voice, run
into the mindfield and explode. A kind of strange, sick feeling of
satisfaction comes over him, and then survival instinct grabs him again
and he makes a run for the tiny hole next to the crushed car.
Ofcourse, running headfirst into the Renraku Arcology was not one of the
best choices he could've made at the time.
After getting lost in the arcology (you get hunted by a bunch of those
constructs, run away, and try to find your way back :P) his actions
within the arcology (undefined as yet) reveal that he's one of Cat's
chosen, a shaman 'in development'. He doesn't know it himself, it
just... happens (memo: Include really significant dreamy totemsearching
scene when kid blacks out) (Yes, I know this isn't entirely in line with
SR rules, but c'mon... neither were most of the official novels). Deus
figures this out too, and takes a sharp interest in him (this is an
assumption i'm making. Deus likes children. Deus likes experimenting
on 'special' subjects. Well, here's one who'se both) making his
survival even more hectic, until he's 'rescued' by a resistance group.
They explain most of what they know to him, and one of the members
explains at least basically what the whole Cat thing is about, giving
him a bit more to work with... he runs with the resistance group (with
Deus sending blues and greens after him), until he gets knocked out in a
spectacular final scene where he saves the rest of the group by
sacrificing himself (blahblah yackity yack). Net result? Resistance
group survives, but Deus has the kid.
This is kinda where my thoughts split. I've loved braided novel type
affairs, and I also love surprise plots where the good guy main
characters unexpectedly turns into a bad guy. I see excellent "Oh my
god I cant believe he just did that" material in having the kid be
rescued in another story (maybe by the same resistance group that found
him in the first place), only to have him turn on them as one of Deus'
chameleons. If well executed, I believe few are going to see that one
coming. Ofcourse, this would take the cooperation of somebody else and
his story, and I can't expect anybody to really jump for that particular
idea :). My other idea is that the story simply continues but takes a
sudden turn, as the kid is turned to Deus' cause (whatever it may be)
and starts burning down resistance members... I don't really have any
ending in mind for that, to be honest.
Well, there you have it. Its a pretty flimsy excuse for a story, but
its all my brains could cope with in the 40 degree (celcius) heat.
Flame away.
Aco