My writing.

[Lonewulf]

Mind if I take a literary dump here?

http://Writing.Com/authors/lonewulf

I also post on DeviantArt, but it's usually just the stuff I put into writing.com.

Most of the pieces are thanks to some kind of contest that tickled my creativity.

One of my newer pieces:

The Heavens

Through the parting clouds
The moon shines so pale and bright
Framed by the starlight

This is night’s window
Into the heavens above
To those here below

A dotted canvas
An obsidian beauty
The hours before dawn

Then the sun will rise
A yellow globe of pure light
A new dawn arrives

In the light of day
I still will stand in wonder
Beauty of our sun

Eyes pointed upward
I stand beneath the heavens
Eternal in awe

[Lance]

Nice.

[Lonewulf]

Thanks, Lance.

Need to write more, but the mood has to strike. I'm hoping eventually to make some sort of living off my writing, as well as teaching.

[KLA2]

Fine poem; six Haikus
The pen, stronger than the steel
Be the true Lonewolf

[Lonewulf]

Fine poem; six Haikus
The pen, stronger than the steel
Be the true Lonewulf

Fixed. :D


Another poem I wrote much earlier, when taking the Einstufungstest, for German learning. This doesn't seem so popular, as lots of people don't know quite how to pronounce German, and it throws them off.



The Test

The autumn leaves sway with the breeze
And what is shaking, it’s my knees
As the new school semester looms ahead
Forcing me out of my comfortable bed

First I must take the Einstufungstest
And I assure you I will do my best
But there is much that I do now regret
To study would have been a better bet!

Deep in my stomach I feel queasy,
This test, I know, will not be easy,
To take a test entirely in the German,
I have nothing for luck, no talisman.

And here it comes, we line up now,
A to L, M to Z, two lines, and how!
Nearly a hundred of students to line,
As if they were a long piece of twine.

The line comes to around a large bend,
And it is time for it to come to my end.
In the room I go, heart all aflutter,
Hey, there I see my old instructor!

On a hard wooden bench I sit,
And I bring nothing, to wit,
Except for paper and passport,
My pen, without which I’d abort.

The first part of the test is passed,
Which should have left me aghast;
Grammatik, my so ancient foe,
A difficult subject, nothing pseudo.

And so I begin, with written gusto,
Aber, obwohl, Trotz, weil, also!
And most of it I make complete,
But how uncomfortable, my seat!

The second part came before me,
A difficulty, for all there to see!
Eine Textproduktion, an essay,
Which I would have to slay!

Fun, this second part was not,
As essays are by me not sought,
In German or in any language,
And always to me a great umbrage!

I make myself scribble what I can,
And must feel as if a hanged man,
My every word against me count,
No sentence allowed a discount.

I make a mistake here and there,
scribble it out, with much flair.
And then finally, I’m finished,
Feeling internally diminished.

And then I leave the class,
And think to myself, alas!
Maybe I go to Mittelstuffe
To which I'd say, "Oof'a!"

I walked all the way to home,
And sat, hair needing comb,
Before my computer, so happy,
Write this poem, which is so sappy.

And now, I give you one last line,
And must say, that it is just fine,
If with it I don’t quite rhyme,
Because I’m just too fricking tired.

[Lonewulf]

Speaking of writing, recently discovered something to make Interactive Fiction with (IF being like the old Zork and Enchanter games; good examples can be found here, for those that are curious).

Experimenting with it. Learning a mix of programming and a way to get my writing down.

It's already hurting my brain a bit, but I'll try to stick with it. :)

[troubleagain]

You definitely have a way with words, Wulf.

[Lonewulf]

Thanks, troubleagain. I'm going to assume that was a compliment and not a practice of irony.

Seriously, thanks.

[troubleagain]

No irony. THIS time. :wink:

[Lonewulf]

No irony. THIS time. :wink:

:|

[troubleagain]

Hey, I can't promise no irony EVER--that would be completely unlike me! I am Sarcasm Woman!

[Lonewulf]

Good point there.


In other news, I've been tooling around with Inform 7 quite a bit. I got enough to run a pretty decent game, so far; I can make it an RPG and implement a combat system using variable numbers, or I can make it slightly more interesting (and difficult!) by implementing a different sort of combat system...

Got cyberspace and meatspace, and subway system, and other similar things.

An example of gameplay at the introduction (only a few moves in):

WARNING: Before you play this game, take note -- this is a story set in a Cyberpunk world. Therefore, blood and potentially disturbing concepts lie ahead. I promise to attempt to not be too gratuitous, but I genuinely wish to stay true to the genre. You have been warned; and I hope you have fun, whether or not you play this game!





DATANET SESSION ENDED; SUBSCRIPTION EXPIRED. INSUFFICIENT FUNDS FOR RENEWAL.

The rush of the cyber realm flees from your senses, awful reality replacing the world of unreal beauty and colors. Now you're stuck staring at your single-room apartment, claustrophobic in scope. Insufficient funds, indeed... it dawns on you just how insufficient they are. You're broke, in every single conceivable way. Your life is about to get more interesting... if it lasts for much longer.

You know that there's always a way to make a buck, as long as you're willing to do what's required. Sometimes what's required is risky or morally... ambiguous. But if you want to revisit the surreal world of the wonderful, or at least have a full belly for the night, you'll do them. Good luck, bud. You'll need it.

Year of the Rat
An Interactive Fiction by Lonewulf
Release 1 / Serial number 081231 / Inform 7 build 5U92 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/12N) SD

Living Room
Your living room is pretty much just that; you cook, eat, and sleep in this dingy room, with the only other room being a tiny restroom to the north. The front door to the south leads outside. There's a small futon couch here with an old blanket draped over it, as well as a small table and some old boxes of soy crackers.

You can see Haruki Alpha DATAcomp, a small futon couch (on which is an old blanket) and some soy crackers here.

>take soy crackers
Taken.

>eat soy crackers
You rip open the packets and eat the cracker-like soy product. It's like a party in your mouth, and no one's invited.

>look at datacomp
This has been your computer for the past few months. It's an old model, and is nearly useless for anything besides basic surfing and chatting. Kochiwa Computing Industries is listed across the side in almost-silver letters.

>take datacomp
You take the tool of your trade. Too bad you can't do anything with it yet.

>

(end of example)



Of course, much of this will see some editing later on, when I "release" it (or rather, throw it at people I beg to play it :P)

[Lance]

"I am Sarcasm Woman!" posts split and moved here.

Sorry for derailing the thread.

[Lonewulf]

"I am Sarcasm Woman!" posts split and moved here.

Sorry for derailing the thread.

No problem, Lance. As I said, I appreciate it. :)

Programming this interactive fiction is difficult, even though it makes most of the repetitive stuff relatively simple. When I get the time, I need to download a large example and sift through it, to try to understand how it functions from beginning to end...