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Hey Mobafire. So I've been working on my BS and all that and looking for something to channel my thoughts into something constructive. I settled on writing short stories for fun that I'll share here.
Note; My stories will all likely be based around my characters in Guild Wars 2. I like to design intricate backstories for them all, and they are just fun to write about. So anyway, here's my first short story. I hope you enjoy! :]
Frantically he raced through his workshop, ams over full with pieces of scrap metal, bolts and other bits and baubles. His jacket was fully capable of containing all of these parts but he preferred the "mad scientist rush". It was more exciting that way. Upon his desk where he thrown down his materials, Jayce Hawthorne gazed upon the blueprints for his greatest creation yet.
"Today is the day. They're finally letting me build it." He said under his breath, a smirk consuming his face.
"Score update: You, 1. ArenaNet, 14,256." Echoed a robotic voice from deep within his jacket pockets.
He punched himself in the side, cursing obsceneties. Had he been in public, onlookers would think Jayce to be insane for punching himself for apparently no reason, but he didn't need Job-o-Tron's attitude. Not today.
Jayce studied his blueprints further, occasionally glancing back at his pile of scrap metal. "How will this ever work?" He pondered to himself. "There is no possible way that this pile of junk will ever become this masterpiece..." He paused. "...Unless I wasn't the best ******** Engineer in Divinity's Reach."
Out came his tools. Wrenchs, welding torches, a safety mask. All the normal things you'd expect a man of his caliber to be using to build something... and some rubber bands. In a mad haste he began assembling what was to be his crowning achievement. Sparks filled the workshop as he gleefully laughed in pride over what he was creating.
"It's just a hammer. You have, literally, 10 hammers in this workshop." Job-O-Tron said, muffled by Jayce's pockets.
Jayce stopped with a menacing grin overtaking his entire face as he slowly turned his head towards his pocket.
"JUST A HAMMER?! It's THE Hammer. The ONE HAMMER I'm now legally allowed to use! They've finally given me the O.K!" Jayce screamed with a maddening tone, as he dug into his right pocket, searching for Job-O-Tron. His pockets were bigger on the inside, making it very difficult to actually find the poor robot without walking into them in person. This design choice was deemed by Jayce to be both ingenius and highly annoying. "I know you're in there!" Jayce yelled, having almost completely forgotton about his task at hand.
His hand felt something metallic. "Bingo." He whispered, as he pulled the robot from his pocket. "Repeat after me, Job-O-Tron." He commanded, raising the small mechanical being to his eye level.
"Jayce does not need my ****ing sass today. Can you repeat that for me?"
Job-O-Tron remained silent. Jayce's forehead was drenched with sweat as he intensely stared into the robot's very non-soul.
"Thank you." Jayce wimpered, lowering his head. He then threw Job-O-Tron against the wall, dening his casing and leaving him on the floor.
A light flickered from the little robot. "...*****." He said. Though his voice was robotically monotone, Jayce could sense a heaping dose of taunting coming from his own creation. Sadly, Job-O-Tron had decided to power down, and so, got the last laugh.
A red flash had appeared from above his desk. "RIGHT!" He responded, back to original goal. Jayce had installed an alarm light and timer incase he got distracted while working. The bright red light helped to keep his ADD mind in check.
More Sparks filled the room. His masterpiece was finally taking shape. After many seconds of hard and exhausting work a faint "ching" noise was heard. Floating numbers appeared above his head reading "252 EXP" before disappearing quickly.
"Huh. Interesting." He said in confusion, before immediately becoming distracted by his creation. He held the shining beauty above his head, posing for the occasion.
"Where's the music? There's supposed to be a jingle." He thought.
Achievment music or not, Jayce had finished his life's work. The hammer was finished. From a pile of non-specific scraps of metal, mostly rusted, he had created it. It was massive, yet lightweight. It could be swung with devastating speed, yet deliver over 10,000 newtons of force. Many mechanisms within the hammer allowed for varying settings and applications, inluding rocket thrusters, static field generators, life form detection units, a metal detector and a milkshake maker.. Jayce pondered why he had added many of these modifications, including the more questionably useful ones like the milkshake maker. "Because I could" was ultimately his final answer.
Note; My stories will all likely be based around my characters in Guild Wars 2. I like to design intricate backstories for them all, and they are just fun to write about. So anyway, here's my first short story. I hope you enjoy! :]
Frantically he raced through his workshop, ams over full with pieces of scrap metal, bolts and other bits and baubles. His jacket was fully capable of containing all of these parts but he preferred the "mad scientist rush". It was more exciting that way. Upon his desk where he thrown down his materials, Jayce Hawthorne gazed upon the blueprints for his greatest creation yet.
"Today is the day. They're finally letting me build it." He said under his breath, a smirk consuming his face.
"Score update: You, 1. ArenaNet, 14,256." Echoed a robotic voice from deep within his jacket pockets.
He punched himself in the side, cursing obsceneties. Had he been in public, onlookers would think Jayce to be insane for punching himself for apparently no reason, but he didn't need Job-o-Tron's attitude. Not today.
Jayce studied his blueprints further, occasionally glancing back at his pile of scrap metal. "How will this ever work?" He pondered to himself. "There is no possible way that this pile of junk will ever become this masterpiece..." He paused. "...Unless I wasn't the best ******** Engineer in Divinity's Reach."
Out came his tools. Wrenchs, welding torches, a safety mask. All the normal things you'd expect a man of his caliber to be using to build something... and some rubber bands. In a mad haste he began assembling what was to be his crowning achievement. Sparks filled the workshop as he gleefully laughed in pride over what he was creating.
"It's just a hammer. You have, literally, 10 hammers in this workshop." Job-O-Tron said, muffled by Jayce's pockets.
Jayce stopped with a menacing grin overtaking his entire face as he slowly turned his head towards his pocket.
"JUST A HAMMER?! It's THE Hammer. The ONE HAMMER I'm now legally allowed to use! They've finally given me the O.K!" Jayce screamed with a maddening tone, as he dug into his right pocket, searching for Job-O-Tron. His pockets were bigger on the inside, making it very difficult to actually find the poor robot without walking into them in person. This design choice was deemed by Jayce to be both ingenius and highly annoying. "I know you're in there!" Jayce yelled, having almost completely forgotton about his task at hand.
His hand felt something metallic. "Bingo." He whispered, as he pulled the robot from his pocket. "Repeat after me, Job-O-Tron." He commanded, raising the small mechanical being to his eye level.
"Jayce does not need my ****ing sass today. Can you repeat that for me?"
Job-O-Tron remained silent. Jayce's forehead was drenched with sweat as he intensely stared into the robot's very non-soul.
"Thank you." Jayce wimpered, lowering his head. He then threw Job-O-Tron against the wall, dening his casing and leaving him on the floor.
A light flickered from the little robot. "...*****." He said. Though his voice was robotically monotone, Jayce could sense a heaping dose of taunting coming from his own creation. Sadly, Job-O-Tron had decided to power down, and so, got the last laugh.
A red flash had appeared from above his desk. "RIGHT!" He responded, back to original goal. Jayce had installed an alarm light and timer incase he got distracted while working. The bright red light helped to keep his ADD mind in check.
More Sparks filled the room. His masterpiece was finally taking shape. After many seconds of hard and exhausting work a faint "ching" noise was heard. Floating numbers appeared above his head reading "252 EXP" before disappearing quickly.
"Huh. Interesting." He said in confusion, before immediately becoming distracted by his creation. He held the shining beauty above his head, posing for the occasion.
"Where's the music? There's supposed to be a jingle." He thought.
Achievment music or not, Jayce had finished his life's work. The hammer was finished. From a pile of non-specific scraps of metal, mostly rusted, he had created it. It was massive, yet lightweight. It could be swung with devastating speed, yet deliver over 10,000 newtons of force. Many mechanisms within the hammer allowed for varying settings and applications, inluding rocket thrusters, static field generators, life form detection units, a metal detector and a milkshake maker.. Jayce pondered why he had added many of these modifications, including the more questionably useful ones like the milkshake maker. "Because I could" was ultimately his final answer.
I should note that the character Jayce Hawthorne is essentially my avatar within the game, so I guess it's easier to write details in.. because it's about myself kind of.
Job-O-Tron had it coming. Always giving me sass.
Poor robot though ^^