Kiwi Farms
From Jay's dA, here are three parts of a speed-writing competition which Jay apparently entered and won - although the link he's put in the description doesn't work for me and I couldn't find anything else about the competition from elsewhere on dA.
The competition had three rounds, and the idea was to write as many words as possible in 15 minutes for each of the rounds. Jay wrote around 2,600 words across the three rounds, an average of 58wpm. The contest was seemingly judged on word count, and Jay was the winner.
I'll start with Jay's explanatory texts; as with everything he produces, these are the most coherent and informative, and are often necessary to understand his creative output.
The competition had three rounds, and the idea was to write as many words as possible in 15 minutes for each of the rounds. Jay wrote around 2,600 words across the three rounds, an average of 58wpm. The contest was seemingly judged on word count, and Jay was the winner.
I'll start with Jay's explanatory texts; as with everything he produces, these are the most coherent and informative, and are often necessary to understand his creative output.
(Introductory text which appeared on all three chapters)
Part of a casual community-based competition of speed-writing found here: <da:thumb id="361971070"> I was listening to Manowar when it started, so I was cooking a medieval theme. I thought it would be cool having a nameless protagonist; sorry I gave a clear gender.
Please don't bash me TOO hard if things aren't cohesive with the writing or if there are glaring pitfalls. The point of Word Wars is to get as many words typed as possible within a 15 minute time-frame per round. Spoiler alert: I won the competition, with something like a total of about 2600 words in the 3 rounds (45 minutes total), which is 57.7(repeating) words per minute. That's 2600 divided by 45.
So keep that in mind: this was completely composed within 15 minutes; from conception to cleanup. I have to tell you, it was a fun stress-test for my brain.
(The text below appears in the description for part two)
Two fun-facts about this chapter. First, The Golden Knight *DOES* appear, except this time, he's off to the side as he's now busy ruling as KING! So yeah, I manage to ALWAYS feature myself, even if not as the star. I feel it's like an artist putting a signature on the painting. That, and it also affirms my huge ego.
Second fun-fact, the idea for the "Hammer of Heather" goes back to when Heather was still my lover. I have wanted to tribute to her in such a way, and I still think it's cute to have someone like that as "Goddess of Love and War." Not that Heather would care anymore, which is sad. And no, this is NOT any sort of hint that things are better between us. She has thoroughly shattered any such misconceptions since June. We haven't spoken to each other since.
(The text below appears in the description for part three)
This was supposed to be the end, with everything being glorious and happy and whatnot. But the viking fight scene took longer to compose than I initially calculated. Sorry!
Part of a casual community-based competition of speed-writing found here: <da:thumb id="361971070"> I was listening to Manowar when it started, so I was cooking a medieval theme. I thought it would be cool having a nameless protagonist; sorry I gave a clear gender.
Please don't bash me TOO hard if things aren't cohesive with the writing or if there are glaring pitfalls. The point of Word Wars is to get as many words typed as possible within a 15 minute time-frame per round. Spoiler alert: I won the competition, with something like a total of about 2600 words in the 3 rounds (45 minutes total), which is 57.7(repeating) words per minute. That's 2600 divided by 45.
So keep that in mind: this was completely composed within 15 minutes; from conception to cleanup. I have to tell you, it was a fun stress-test for my brain.
(The text below appears in the description for part two)
Two fun-facts about this chapter. First, The Golden Knight *DOES* appear, except this time, he's off to the side as he's now busy ruling as KING! So yeah, I manage to ALWAYS feature myself, even if not as the star. I feel it's like an artist putting a signature on the painting. That, and it also affirms my huge ego.
Second fun-fact, the idea for the "Hammer of Heather" goes back to when Heather was still my lover. I have wanted to tribute to her in such a way, and I still think it's cute to have someone like that as "Goddess of Love and War." Not that Heather would care anymore, which is sad. And no, this is NOT any sort of hint that things are better between us. She has thoroughly shattered any such misconceptions since June. We haven't spoken to each other since.(The text below appears in the description for part three)
This was supposed to be the end, with everything being glorious and happy and whatnot. But the viking fight scene took longer to compose than I initially calculated. Sorry!
Word Wars September Part 1 of 3
The knight was not completely bested, even with battered armor and an axe blade almost piercing the plate metal. Grabbing the handle to keep the axe from sinking any further was not too much of a challenge, but it did require some focus. The strength needed was not too difficult to manage from the physical fitness needed to wear heavy unpowered armor. While wrestling with the axe, another arrow shot wide from both of them. The barbarian tried to reach for the money sack, but after falling on his face by the knight pulling at the ankles, the barbarian ripped the pouch to reveal small wine bottles. The bottles fell to the dirt and rocks of the ground, shattering and splintering. The glass would've been dangerous to anybody barefoot, but nobody like that was present at this time.
After the barbarian kicked the knight off, a third arrow landed in the barbarian's back. Finally, the barbarian couldn't withstand any more and remained still on his face, motionless and defeated. The knight managed to brush off the dust from the trail and hobble back up, despite the stifling armor weighing him down. With the fight over, the hidden archer revealed herself.
"Ah, Brianna, thanks for your company," the knight casually stated. She answered, "Well, our liege did think it would be a good idea for a warrior to have a rogue for company." He nodded and quipped, "I would trust in the wisdom of our leige." The two of them rode together on their own horses. He admitted, "It's a shame our wine got ruined in the scuffle. The count won't be pleased to have his celebration mildly inconvenienced by a small alcohol shortage." She chuckled and replied, "Well, the count usually complains about everything, so don't sweat it too much."
The two of them made it to the count's court, and set up with the needed tributes. The occasion was a birthday party for the count himself; Count Buckley of Heraldry. Social banter flew around the entire banquet hall as the nobles of high rank mingled. Those in attendance included not only the decorated knights such as our protagonist, but also the political echelons of nobles galore. Even humbler classes managed representation of a couple figureheads. After the party and the expected complaint from Count Buckley, he approached the knight and archer with a scroll. He said, "Give this to our King. He'll know what it means."
The next quest has begun. The knight and his partner have left the castle when the official celebrations were over, and they made their way back to the capital where they came from.
- by The-Golden-Knight, 9 hours, 38 minutes ago
- Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Introductions & Chapters
The knight was not completely bested, even with battered armor and an axe blade almost piercing the plate metal. Grabbing the handle to keep the axe from sinking any further was not too much of a challenge, but it did require some focus. The strength needed was not too difficult to manage from the physical fitness needed to wear heavy unpowered armor. While wrestling with the axe, another arrow shot wide from both of them. The barbarian tried to reach for the money sack, but after falling on his face by the knight pulling at the ankles, the barbarian ripped the pouch to reveal small wine bottles. The bottles fell to the dirt and rocks of the ground, shattering and splintering. The glass would've been dangerous to anybody barefoot, but nobody like that was present at this time.
After the barbarian kicked the knight off, a third arrow landed in the barbarian's back. Finally, the barbarian couldn't withstand any more and remained still on his face, motionless and defeated. The knight managed to brush off the dust from the trail and hobble back up, despite the stifling armor weighing him down. With the fight over, the hidden archer revealed herself.
"Ah, Brianna, thanks for your company," the knight casually stated. She answered, "Well, our liege did think it would be a good idea for a warrior to have a rogue for company." He nodded and quipped, "I would trust in the wisdom of our leige." The two of them rode together on their own horses. He admitted, "It's a shame our wine got ruined in the scuffle. The count won't be pleased to have his celebration mildly inconvenienced by a small alcohol shortage." She chuckled and replied, "Well, the count usually complains about everything, so don't sweat it too much."
The two of them made it to the count's court, and set up with the needed tributes. The occasion was a birthday party for the count himself; Count Buckley of Heraldry. Social banter flew around the entire banquet hall as the nobles of high rank mingled. Those in attendance included not only the decorated knights such as our protagonist, but also the political echelons of nobles galore. Even humbler classes managed representation of a couple figureheads. After the party and the expected complaint from Count Buckley, he approached the knight and archer with a scroll. He said, "Give this to our King. He'll know what it means."
The next quest has begun. The knight and his partner have left the castle when the official celebrations were over, and they made their way back to the capital where they came from.
Word Wars September Part 2 of 3
"Find the Hammer of Heather, Goddess of Love and War. Upon the shrine up high by Mount Dragonlord, the Hammer rests and only the destined hero of the next generation will wield it - next generation as of this writing. Doing so will grant amazing powers of magic and gravity, certainly a clout that can be used to best secure the boarders for generations to come. Sir Golden Knight, your time has passed as you have now moved into royalty. It is therefore fitting that the "next generation" be the next knight, the one in line for inheriting such reign. Send your best out."
"I see." The king rolled up the scroll, and with a nod of his furrowed brow, sent out the knight with a dramatic finger-point. The knight could not refuse this quest even if he weren't lawfully obligated to follow the order of the king. Blessed by the greatest warriors and legendary overseer, the two of them had yet again went out.
Outside the capital and through the plains, fanged beasts struck. They were a subtler threat, hiding in the grass and crawling around like snails. It was difficult to see them since the grass was long. Then one sprung up with its venomous fang shown, leaping for the legs of the horses. The knight chopped it off quickly, but they sped off while attempting to avoid any further danger.
Further out, along the coast, the two of them have found a clan of vikings out sailing near the line of the horizon. There was no telling what they were looking for or who they were going to raid next. All that was known was that if a battle against a clan of vikings could be avoided, it would be for the best. Battle may be awesome to some, but at the same time, it is not worth wasting time and resources, especially since it's two against at least two dozen if not two hundred. Being clearly outmatched is part of what it means to know how to fight and how to survive; when it is best to attack and when it is best to leave for another day.
Many more dangers were yet faced upon the trials, particularly because the Hammer of Heather waited beyond the shores. Within that same scroll was a map leading to its shrine. And the trouble is, it was across the Straight. The two of them waited until the vikings were unarguably out of sight and not coming back anytime soon; before working on constructing a suitable vessel for the small passage across the relatively short distance.
They set sail, thousands of pounds traversing waters. Who knows what kinds of eels or other dangers lurk beneath. It was too shallow for a cracken, and yet, giant tentacles rose up from the water! The two of them did their absolute best to repel the monster, but only with limited efficiency. The tangling was tight and hard, but a few chops and the tentacles eventually fell off. It took a lot of work to resist the choking crush that also pulled the knight in reach to sever the tentacles. Rinse and repeat a few times, and before long, the mysterious monster learned its lesson. The attack was called off, whether by death or not. The water turned into a murky purple from the ink the monster has bled into the straight.
After the tangle, the two have made it across, landing on shore and the landing itself was the last strike needed for the raft to completely decompose and fall apart. With all that done and said, there will probably be a second one rebuilt when needed, but for the time, this would not be a problem for the two adventurers.
Now, they are at the foot of Mount Dragonlord, spiraling all the way up well beyond the clouds for at least a mile. The two of them started looking for footing to rise up and ascend the face of the mountain. At the time, there seemed to be nothing. Wedging the knight's sword in helped to give some grip, but they needed more in order to make this work. The two of them scavenged around, looking for anything that could also be sturdy enough to support them. While doing so, they also went around the side of the mountain, and as conveniently as some sort of video game level, there was a pathway spiraling directly up.
They began the climb up, and before making it to the end of the first spiral and onto the next challenges, a small dragon lunged out of the nearby cave about 50 yards above the ground. This dragon was barely a child in dragon years.
- by The-Golden-Knight, 9 hours, 33 minutes ago
- Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Introductions & Chapters
"Find the Hammer of Heather, Goddess of Love and War. Upon the shrine up high by Mount Dragonlord, the Hammer rests and only the destined hero of the next generation will wield it - next generation as of this writing. Doing so will grant amazing powers of magic and gravity, certainly a clout that can be used to best secure the boarders for generations to come. Sir Golden Knight, your time has passed as you have now moved into royalty. It is therefore fitting that the "next generation" be the next knight, the one in line for inheriting such reign. Send your best out."
"I see." The king rolled up the scroll, and with a nod of his furrowed brow, sent out the knight with a dramatic finger-point. The knight could not refuse this quest even if he weren't lawfully obligated to follow the order of the king. Blessed by the greatest warriors and legendary overseer, the two of them had yet again went out.
Outside the capital and through the plains, fanged beasts struck. They were a subtler threat, hiding in the grass and crawling around like snails. It was difficult to see them since the grass was long. Then one sprung up with its venomous fang shown, leaping for the legs of the horses. The knight chopped it off quickly, but they sped off while attempting to avoid any further danger.
Further out, along the coast, the two of them have found a clan of vikings out sailing near the line of the horizon. There was no telling what they were looking for or who they were going to raid next. All that was known was that if a battle against a clan of vikings could be avoided, it would be for the best. Battle may be awesome to some, but at the same time, it is not worth wasting time and resources, especially since it's two against at least two dozen if not two hundred. Being clearly outmatched is part of what it means to know how to fight and how to survive; when it is best to attack and when it is best to leave for another day.
Many more dangers were yet faced upon the trials, particularly because the Hammer of Heather waited beyond the shores. Within that same scroll was a map leading to its shrine. And the trouble is, it was across the Straight. The two of them waited until the vikings were unarguably out of sight and not coming back anytime soon; before working on constructing a suitable vessel for the small passage across the relatively short distance.
They set sail, thousands of pounds traversing waters. Who knows what kinds of eels or other dangers lurk beneath. It was too shallow for a cracken, and yet, giant tentacles rose up from the water! The two of them did their absolute best to repel the monster, but only with limited efficiency. The tangling was tight and hard, but a few chops and the tentacles eventually fell off. It took a lot of work to resist the choking crush that also pulled the knight in reach to sever the tentacles. Rinse and repeat a few times, and before long, the mysterious monster learned its lesson. The attack was called off, whether by death or not. The water turned into a murky purple from the ink the monster has bled into the straight.
After the tangle, the two have made it across, landing on shore and the landing itself was the last strike needed for the raft to completely decompose and fall apart. With all that done and said, there will probably be a second one rebuilt when needed, but for the time, this would not be a problem for the two adventurers.
Now, they are at the foot of Mount Dragonlord, spiraling all the way up well beyond the clouds for at least a mile. The two of them started looking for footing to rise up and ascend the face of the mountain. At the time, there seemed to be nothing. Wedging the knight's sword in helped to give some grip, but they needed more in order to make this work. The two of them scavenged around, looking for anything that could also be sturdy enough to support them. While doing so, they also went around the side of the mountain, and as conveniently as some sort of video game level, there was a pathway spiraling directly up.
They began the climb up, and before making it to the end of the first spiral and onto the next challenges, a small dragon lunged out of the nearby cave about 50 yards above the ground. This dragon was barely a child in dragon years.
Word Wars September Part 3 of 3
Now that they are at the faraway mountains, all they needed to do was go up, towards the Hammer of Heather to wield the power to slay all their foes. Too bad that throughout the climb, there were goblins and trolls living inside the mountain. These trolls were not ordinary beasts of stupidity. They had a method to their madness. They were often making the surfaces slippery and coving the teeth with ice. The trolls were laughing from within the mountain, as the two of them punctured the mountain side, desperately trying to reach into the troll hideout. What's even more funny is how flimsy the side of the mountain was. On one hand, it was enough to fail at supporting a human's body weight, never mind one with full armor, but on the other hand, breaching the troll lair was ridiculously easy. The fight continued and the trolls stopped laughing as soon as the giant sword was gutting them alive. The few that could flee were left alone, as the adventurers had more pressing issues than a few idiotic mischief-makers.
There were still the goblins, however. Unlike the prankster trolls, the goblins were outright bullies. They were not leaving without dying, and dying they were about to be doing. The archer did get hurt from a considerable barrage of sharp knives thrown her direction from the goblins, but she dodged the most of them. The knight tried his best to absorb the hits with his shield, which was limited at best.
Up higher and higher, they have scaled. They were up to the clouds and the wind was aggressive. It was as if Mother Nature herself did not want them to reach their goal without a struggle. The very forces of wind and earth had turned against them at this point, even if it was more a power of magic than natural phenomena. The snow kept on falling as they journeyed up the side of the mountain, determined to make it to the top. The armor and weapons have grown ridiculously dull and weak after all these many battles. But they still pressed on, hammering out whatever they could whenever they had the chance. They could not afford to fail, or even if they could, then it would be a horrible failure that would shame them out of their homes. There would be no more glory for any of them. There would be nothing left.
Finally, at the absolute top, from almost slipping to their death a mile below, the mission's end was in sight. They have stretched their hands onto the summit and pulled themselves up, to gaze upon the mystical shrine. The shrine glowed with a heavenly white light and the entire structure was built out of marble and platinum. The weapon passed down from heroes of centuries old was right within their grasp. They have crawled into the shrine, and within the middle was the Hammer of Heather! It glowed with runes of a bygone era, a language not like anything they have known. The shrine does exist and is right here.
The knight raised the hammer up to the heavens above and boomed a powerful one-liner of power! The hammer blasted rays of light in every which way, the runes enflamed, and he has been soul-bound to the Hammer of Heather. Going down is always easier than going up, especially with the forces of gravity as your friend. "If the legends are true," he pondered. Then he ran and leaped from the cliff of the summit . Falling the whole mile, he rode the Hammer down and engaged its awesome powers of magnetism and gravity, slowing down the descent and making his heavy metal land light as a feather. Back down, he braced for the archer to do the same, but nothing. It took hours, but she simply refused to buy into the thought that this hammer could actually shortcut them by skydiving their way to the base. She did eventually reach the knight, and there he was waiting patiently; albeit with a minor case of agitation from the wait. The two of them proceeded to venture on their horses back the way they came, mission complete and hammer in hand.
Bravery has called and they have answered. Onward they crossed, braving the dangers as before. And when crossing the inked straight, they unintentionally ran into the vikings from earlier, who hooted at them and mingled among themselves, debating whether or not this would be an awesome target to flex their might. It just didn't seem fair, and while the knight was trying to play it cool with a low profile, the Hammer refused to cooperate, glowing brightly. The vikings were fascinated so much by how such a wonder could exist, the chieftain knew he must have this hammer.
The vikings fired their cannons from their longships at the woefully small target, but the hammer pulled the cannonballs to itself. This frightened the knight, luring ammunition as if he had a giant target on his back. But the hammer did not allow the knight to get blasted away from the cannonballs. Instead, all momentum and force was completely drained as the cannonballs remained tightly attached to the hammerhead. Everybody gasped, including the vikings and the adventurers.
- by The-Golden-Knight, 9 hours, 30 minutes ago
- Literature / Prose / Fiction / Fantasy / Introductions & Chapters
Now that they are at the faraway mountains, all they needed to do was go up, towards the Hammer of Heather to wield the power to slay all their foes. Too bad that throughout the climb, there were goblins and trolls living inside the mountain. These trolls were not ordinary beasts of stupidity. They had a method to their madness. They were often making the surfaces slippery and coving the teeth with ice. The trolls were laughing from within the mountain, as the two of them punctured the mountain side, desperately trying to reach into the troll hideout. What's even more funny is how flimsy the side of the mountain was. On one hand, it was enough to fail at supporting a human's body weight, never mind one with full armor, but on the other hand, breaching the troll lair was ridiculously easy. The fight continued and the trolls stopped laughing as soon as the giant sword was gutting them alive. The few that could flee were left alone, as the adventurers had more pressing issues than a few idiotic mischief-makers.
There were still the goblins, however. Unlike the prankster trolls, the goblins were outright bullies. They were not leaving without dying, and dying they were about to be doing. The archer did get hurt from a considerable barrage of sharp knives thrown her direction from the goblins, but she dodged the most of them. The knight tried his best to absorb the hits with his shield, which was limited at best.
Up higher and higher, they have scaled. They were up to the clouds and the wind was aggressive. It was as if Mother Nature herself did not want them to reach their goal without a struggle. The very forces of wind and earth had turned against them at this point, even if it was more a power of magic than natural phenomena. The snow kept on falling as they journeyed up the side of the mountain, determined to make it to the top. The armor and weapons have grown ridiculously dull and weak after all these many battles. But they still pressed on, hammering out whatever they could whenever they had the chance. They could not afford to fail, or even if they could, then it would be a horrible failure that would shame them out of their homes. There would be no more glory for any of them. There would be nothing left.
Finally, at the absolute top, from almost slipping to their death a mile below, the mission's end was in sight. They have stretched their hands onto the summit and pulled themselves up, to gaze upon the mystical shrine. The shrine glowed with a heavenly white light and the entire structure was built out of marble and platinum. The weapon passed down from heroes of centuries old was right within their grasp. They have crawled into the shrine, and within the middle was the Hammer of Heather! It glowed with runes of a bygone era, a language not like anything they have known. The shrine does exist and is right here.
The knight raised the hammer up to the heavens above and boomed a powerful one-liner of power! The hammer blasted rays of light in every which way, the runes enflamed, and he has been soul-bound to the Hammer of Heather. Going down is always easier than going up, especially with the forces of gravity as your friend. "If the legends are true," he pondered. Then he ran and leaped from the cliff of the summit . Falling the whole mile, he rode the Hammer down and engaged its awesome powers of magnetism and gravity, slowing down the descent and making his heavy metal land light as a feather. Back down, he braced for the archer to do the same, but nothing. It took hours, but she simply refused to buy into the thought that this hammer could actually shortcut them by skydiving their way to the base. She did eventually reach the knight, and there he was waiting patiently; albeit with a minor case of agitation from the wait. The two of them proceeded to venture on their horses back the way they came, mission complete and hammer in hand.
Bravery has called and they have answered. Onward they crossed, braving the dangers as before. And when crossing the inked straight, they unintentionally ran into the vikings from earlier, who hooted at them and mingled among themselves, debating whether or not this would be an awesome target to flex their might. It just didn't seem fair, and while the knight was trying to play it cool with a low profile, the Hammer refused to cooperate, glowing brightly. The vikings were fascinated so much by how such a wonder could exist, the chieftain knew he must have this hammer.
The vikings fired their cannons from their longships at the woefully small target, but the hammer pulled the cannonballs to itself. This frightened the knight, luring ammunition as if he had a giant target on his back. But the hammer did not allow the knight to get blasted away from the cannonballs. Instead, all momentum and force was completely drained as the cannonballs remained tightly attached to the hammerhead. Everybody gasped, including the vikings and the adventurers.