Showing vs. Telling · 3:38am Nov 5th, 2017
You can say that a character is crazy and suffers from mental illness... or you can show that they don't suffer from it at all and rather enjoy every minute of their tortured existence. Somehow. Sometimes.
You can say that a character is crazy and suffers from mental illness... or you can show that they don't suffer from it at all and rather enjoy every minute of their tortured existence. Somehow. Sometimes.
“So, you made a friend today? Am I to understand this correctly?”
“Gratin and I totally hit it off. I hope we meet up again.” While Blackbird spoke, she appeared to be quite pleased with herself, and while Dim liked seeing her this way, it also filled him with some strange, unidentifiable fear. Now, more than ever, Blackbird posed as a mystery.
“Why? How?” Dim worried, fearing whomever else Blackbird might hit it off with.
With one eyebrow drifting upwards in concern, Dim looked into Blackbird’s jade green eyes and only realised the danger in doing so when it was too late. Her slitted pupils widened, then narrowed, and he watched with flustered fascination as her eyes attempted to focus on him. She had fishy breath, but that couldn’t be helped because she had just eaten, and when he felt a soft touch upon his neck, just below his bandages, he almost jumped right out of his skin.
“My husband was not the pony that I thought he was.”
When Dim glanced over at Short Stitch, there was a growing sense of annoyance and he wished that the mare would just shut up. “Why do you tell me this? I don’t care. He died as a craven coward, begging and pleading for mercy.” When the mare turned to look at him, there was a profound sadness in her eyes and Dim saw her ears go limp.
“No funny stuff. Do as I say and you will live. Now get to work.”
Blackbird struggled to bring herself to wakefulness and couldn’t remember when she had lost consciousness. Her eyes were covered by something damp and soothing and she was laying on something soft that cradled her body, but had a few lumps. Or maybe she had lumps, she didn’t know and it was hard to tell.
Writing and deleting. The first part I've been keeping, but the parts after? I dunno, I've deleted them a number of times now and I keep changing them. Like, major changes, and I can't seem to find something that I am satisfied with. The lack of dialogue disturbs me, as that is how I usually frame my stories.
Plus, I've been worried for a friend who seems to have dropped offline.
“You must pardon me, but I feel very peculiar. I don’t recall agreeing to anything.”
I shall now be very silly. Statistics for Dim Dark and Blackbird Coffyn.
Dim Dark:
S 1
P 9
E 1
C 8
I 9
A 1
L 3
Pyromaniac: This Perk will make your character do horrible things with fire—to other creatures. +10% damage with fire-based magic.
Splash Damage (x3): When you're deep in enemy territory, you just start chucking spells and hope for the best. Each rank gives your explosions a 25% larger area of effect when they detonate.
The clouds formed strange sentinels around the moon. Like a mother’s embrace of a newborn, the clouds seemed to cling to the moon as it rose into the sky, and it rose a ruddy, almost bloody, orange. The loaded cylinder of Blackbird’s revolver sat on the table before her, and she began to take apart the rest of her weapon. The Foalsitter was no mere revolver, but a cannon, a relic from another time, another age. It’s ninety-calibre bore was terrifying to behold, a black void held
Again, by Boulder. He rocks.
This was an awful place, a terrible place, and Dim knew that he needed to go. He had to leave before he burned the entire island down and drove the disgusting primitives into the sea so they could and would be drowned. Slavery existed here, the trafficking of sapients; and for Dim, it was just a matter of time before something inside of him snapped, leading to what was sure to be another killing spree. Much to his own horror, he had done it once, and now he lived with the