But I don't have much of a way to communicate with about half of the people here, making inter character action a pain.

Almost all of the people introduced recently have no reason whatsoever to interact with everyone else. So I feel that only a few people will be advancing the plot, the others will just be slowing it down. A lot.

This true ;|, I thought maybe a channel on IRC would help this, for the realtime discussion of where this is going, however some people never show their faces in IRC nor their e-mail. This will indeed be a tangled web, how many here would go to quakenet and have a channel branched off, and somewhat isolated from, #jj2 for the discussions?


(I love your chapter Unnun ;-; )

Just because you don't see how characters might interact with the overall thing does not mean the author doesn't have plans for them down the road. A channel on irc would be nice, but discussing plot can sometimes ruin the fun of having a lot of people writing the story.

Hmm, well will we all meet gradually or quickly? I'd prefer we all grouped slowly, then then formed larger groups, and then possibly a large group, instead of quick meetings. Mostly becuase this will allow breaking off into other groups for different interactions and different plots that fit in with the beginning.

Then again, Slayo's the ring leader, why should I pretend I know what I'm doing ;O?

As this actually seems like it might work out, I am beginning to think about doing something. Is the topic closed?

Hmm, well will we all meet gradually or quickly? I'd prefer we all grouped slowly, then then formed larger groups, and then possibly a large group, instead of quick meetings. Mostly becuase this will allow breaking off into other groups for different interactions and different plots that fit in with the beginning

Well, my chapter really has no defined time or place so Tier could meet with anyone anytime.

Originally Posted by Kaz

Hmm, well will we all meet gradually or quickly? I'd prefer we all grouped slowly, then then formed larger groups, and then possibly a large group, instead of quick meetings. Mostly becuase this will allow breaking off into other groups for different interactions and different plots that fit in with the beginning.

At this rate, if we meet 'slowly' it will take months.

Originally Posted by RSPSS FR

At this rate, if we meet 'slowly' it will take months.

Rather months than days ;|, but point taken.

Hi, there are a few things i would like to give my reaction on.

To the people that say that there are to many people writing, this is non-sense.
You could expect people to write if you read the title, and why should we all talk to eachother about the plot, the idea behind all of this is to be surprised, that is what makes it fun and interesting. Someone will write something and you will have to continue on it, and so on and so on.

Alright, that is settled.
To all of you who do want to keep in contact with eachother, i would advice to make some sort of e-mailing list, a list for all of the people that participate in the writing to contact eachother and send e-mails that concern all of us.

The third thing i wanted to say may be the most important thing.
I was planning on doing a small bit of editing (Not much, i would not want to ruin this) and perhaps publish this. If that's ok with all of you, but we'll discuss that later on.

About the meeting of the characters, i think we should all slowly meet, one by one, take some time to get a story going, then meet, just take your time, and remember people, put as much detail in the story as possible, bring it to life, your character and Carrotus, and every creek, town, city or insect.
I enjoyed the chapters i have read a lot, but found some of them to be a bit on the short site, i hope that all of you will take some time to write longer chapters in the future, please do not take this as an insult, like i've said. I liked what i read.

Spaztic, feel free to post the synopsisy (or sises or whatever)
They just might come in handy.

If everyone is done posting their introduction chapters then i shall continue writing on the first chapter of the next round, expect it anywhere from within three days untill a week.
Please don't whine if it takes a long time, im just not a person that writes small chapters, and i hope that all of you will follow this example

Well, at least the next round of chapters will be coming soon. I better finish that modification to my next chapter I'm doing...

Your next chapter?
Ok, incase other people make the same mistake.
DO NOT start on your next chapters, not now. Since this could totally mess up the storyline, every little thing we will type in oue next chapters could involve the timeline and storyline, it would not be a smart move, just wait untill the person before you has finished his chapter, do not start working on one of your own. Because that would not work out. Thanks, bye.

Originally Posted by Unknown Rabbit

As this actually seems like it might work out, I am beginning to think about doing something. Is the topic closed?

...

Err...
1. I am the third person. I don't need to worry about getting my actions messed up by others, since you are on Carratous (unless you plan on blowing up Diamondous or something) and I saw Kaz's chapter before he took it back down.
2. I already planned this one ahead. The only person this will really have an effect on I have already consulted via AIM, and got some plans worked out.
3. I already said I had it ready. Ages ago. In this thread.

Buh, Slayo says to go post Unknown, and if he doesn't say so, he will >O.

I don't see why latecoming introductory chapters can't be posted amid the storyline development.

Because it will be annoying to have to twist around the storyline to fit in newly introduced characters after something has already been established.

There was another thing I noticed that might be a problem - some people are writing their chapters from different perspectives. Most of us have been using 3rd person, but a few people (Like Kaz, I believe), have been using 1st person. I personally think it's best if we all stay in the same perspective to avoid confusion, but then again mixing perspectives might be interesting.

I think the confusion would only lie in the Publishing.

ShaH-li Felenzo Orbonzen threw open the double doors to the saloon impressively. Each door swung wildly out from the entrance, turning upon their hinges and smashing into their respective walls. The doors quickly rebounded, removing the unwelcome source of light by once more blocking the doorway, but by that time ShaH-li was already inside and surveying her surroundings.
The room, with the doors closed, was very dark; lit only by sputtering candles placed randomly on this or that table, and a hole in the ceiling which, around noon, served as a spotlight for the stage beneath. The stage was currently empty - its daily employees either resting, fired or dead - lending no musical backdrop to the animal mutterings escaping from dim conversation between the remaining patrons. A mouse skittered past, and ShaH-li this time resisted the ancient instinct to pounce upon it, rending the fragile creature from limb to limb and proudly carrying its bloody remains back to... where?
ShaH-li had no home to bring dead mice back to. Her earliest memory was of being found in the back alleys behind a sushi restaurant by a gang of armadillos, none of which saw anything better to do with their time than beat up a poor defenseless little kitty. ShaH-li had cowered at their dark, imposing faces, scuttling backwards down the alley until she crashed into a trash can and knew she was trapped. The eyes of the armadillos burned wickedly as their leader bent down to grab her by the neck.
Something awoke in ShaH-li just then - a long forgotten feeling, previously dwarfed by generations of civilization and evolution, but now brought back to the top by the sheer urgency of the situation. Snarling, ShaH-li lashed out with one paw, her un-kept claws leaving deep gashes in the armadillo's arm. It jumped backwards in pain, cursing, colliding with two others of its gang as it did so.
"You shouldn't have done that, kitty-kitty," said one of the armadillos, hefting a crowbar and bouncing it carelessly in one of his hands. "We don't take kindly to resistance, you see."
ShaH-li saw, but ShaH-li didn't care. When the gang began approaching, previously concealed weapons on display, ShaH-li exploded into a flying ball of tooth, fur, and claw, lashing at their legs, jumping onto their shoulders, viciously biting their hands, causing them to drop their weapons in agony. The slow, lumbering creatures had no idea what to do against an animal that fought back, and as such posed little threat to the hissing, spitting flying projectile of war which kept them on their toes and covered in bleeding gashes. When at last ShaH-li leaped backwards onto the trash can which had previously seemed to trap her, tail bristling, all four paws holding confidently onto its metal sides, the armadillos were all either unconscious or fled, caring little for their fallen comrades when compared to the value of their own pathetic lives.
Purring, ShaH-li began to lick herself, smoothing down her rigid fur and bristling tail, slowly returning to rational thought as she did so. The Kittie-Katts had been civilized for decades before ShaH-li had even been born, and here she was, in the aftermath of a purely primal display of ancient emotions and battle tactics. A name flicked through her mind at that moment - Anzlay - but ShaH-li had no idea of who it was or what it might have meant.
It was in this contented, blood spattered state that the police found her, investigating the screams they had heard a moment earlier. ShaH-li wanted to protest, but the battle fires had died down within her, and she was forced to sit there as they snapped handcuffs on her and led her to the station.
The chief there did not know what to do with her, that much was plain. They had been looking, apparently, for that gang of armadillos for months, but there was no room in the already dangerous city for a feline vigilante, especially one who could not keep her own wits about her in a battle. At the same time, the armadillos were all wanted criminals, and ShaH-li had not actually broken any law. (Besides, the Kittie-Katt's sensitive nose detected fear in the body of the police chief, as if thinking she would not take kindly to being put in jail.)
To make matters worse, ShaH-li had no memories of friends or family, so she could not simply be sent back to those who already knew her. The resident psychoanalyst had been unable to find anything in the mind of the Kittie-Katt, and had been forced to give her back to the police chief without any results at all.
Eventually, they decided that if they could not handle the problem, they would just let someone else handle it. ShaH-li was placed on the first flight to Oakloma, Carrotus, where her situation would not exactly be improved, but at least the police would not have to deal with her anymore.

ShaH-li's first thought in Oakloma was to bring this primal talent to use and get a job as a fighter. Unfortunately, Oakloma was more civilized than the city she had come from, and offered no such employment besides boxers and wrestlers, neither of which were expected to launch at their opponent, latch onto an arm or leg, and cut the offending body part into pieces. She had no other special skills, so mid-afternoon found her sitting dejectedly on the sidewalk, with a small cardboard box before her that she had found in a trash can.
"Fresh Fish", read the letters on the box, mocking her. She could turn it around to face the other way, so she would not have to see the scathing advertisement, but what good would that do? Passersby would not have fresh fish randomly flopping around in their pockets to give to her, and even if they did, fresh fish would hardly get her a warm place to stay for the night. The box remained as it was.
ShaH-li had sat there for an hour, staring mournfully at the animals who walked or flew past, ignoring her completely, before one of them stopped and greeted her with a slightly urgent sounding "Hey".

She looked up from her contemplation of the empty box to observe this new arrival. He was a tall brown weasel, looking mid-twenties, a black jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. He wore long, leather pants, covered in strange patches and symbols which ShaH-li had no way of recognizing. Despite his youthful face, the weasel could not have lived an inactive life, as his face bore both a scar and an eye-patch, indicating recent physical combat. Something inside ShaH-li growled silently as his one blue eye met her own two, golden and curious.
"Who are you?" she asked, glancing meaningfully down at the box in front of her. It was a hint he ignored, making no move to produce money of any kind.
"Not now," he responded, sending a quick, furtive look behind his shoulder. "Look, I read the ship's records. You're a fighter, right? Some sort of pre-civilized wildcat?"
"I guess so," said ShaH-li, mulling the word over in her mind. Wildcat. That sounded nice enough.
"Meet me at the Hog's Belly saloon in an hour and a half. I've got a proposition for you."
"What's in it for me?" she asked, one more glancing meaningfully at the box. This time he noticed, as he produced a large golden coin from a pocket and dropped it into the old container of fresh fish. "There's more where that came from," he said, turning to leave. "Hog's Belly. Hour and a half."
Now it was an hour and a half later, and she was in the Hog's Belly saloon, staring almost mournfully after the mouse, which had disappeared down into its hole. Jerking awake once more, she looked across the tables of the saloon in search of the tall brown weasel which had brought her to this place. Nocturnal vision sprang into use almost automatically, and ShaH-li quickly spotted him at a table far off, in a dark corner of the room. The Kittie-Katt gracefully moved forwards, flowing in and out between tables until she reached the one occupied by the weasel, sitting down in the chair opposite. He did not seem surprised to see her there.
"You look different," he said, and she smiled. Her first step had been to get food, of course, but after learning how much the single coin was worth, and seeing herself in a mirror, ShaH-li decided she needed a makeover. Her claws were polished, her fur expertly smoothed down, her whiskers sharpened, and she had traded in her old threadbare shirt and pants for an un-constricting leotard, with small pockets fastened to each arm. ShaH-li had been surprised by how much her inner thoughts had rebelled at putting on even the leotard, arguing strongly that cats should not wear clothes, but civilized thinking won out in the end, and she became acceptably dressed. Now, of course, she was broke again, and was determined to remain on the good side of the weasel, as he was the one with the money.
"Thank you."
"Forget it; it was a statement. Do you need a drink, or can we get down to business?"
"I'm good."
"All right. My name," he said, leaning in closer after quickly checking for listeners, "is Andrew Ricarden. Does that mean anything to you?"
ShaH-li shook her head, and Andrew continued. "The Ricardens are an old, rich family, originating even before the Earlongs. My ancestors were some of the most powerful creatures on the planet, Ms... do you have a name?"
"ShaH-li. ShaH-li Felenzo Orbonzen."
"Great. My ancestors were some of the most powerful creatures on the planet, Ms. Orbonzen. My grandfather founded the Five Mile Diamondus Mine, if you've heard of that. My father, on a visit, allegedly started the Diamondus Revolution. Now here I am, on the top of the greatest discovery of the century."
Despite herself, ShaH-li was interested. "The greatest...?"
"Drink this," said Andrew, handing her a glass half full of purple liquid. Surprised, ShaH-li accepted the glass and sipped, not knowing what to expect.
From the few small drops which had passed into her mouth, ShaH-li instantly felt a delightful, warming sensation begin to spread itself through her body, the feelings of pleasure created only matched by the strength it made her feel. ShaH-li arched her back and purred, managing to set the glass back on the table instead of dropping it. The experience wore off quickly, and ShaH-li's golden eyes went side as she reached for the glass once more, only to have it be pulled firmly away by Andrew.
"Greatest enough for you?" he asked, once she had calmed down enough to listen to him.
"Incredible..." she breathed, licking her lips in search of any remaining droplet of the purple liquid. "What was that?"
"Fuel," responded Andrew, again looking around nervously. "Pure, unadulterated, 100% Dreempipes fuel. In addition to tasting wonderful, it runs machines, and increases the size and strength of exposed animals to incredible levels. Have you ever heard of the planet Jungrock?"
She shook her head, but the weasel continued anyway. "A while ago, a quantity of Dreempipes fuel was pumped into the planet surface. In the space of a few years, the inhabitants of the planet grew to at least three times their original size, strength and speed. Nobody has ever capitalized on this miracle drink, and while looking through old records, I have recently discovered that the Ricarden family - including me - owns the entire planet of Dreempipes, including the almost limitless fuel reserves."
ShaH-li's ears perked up instantly. "Where do I come into this?"
"Ms. Orbonzen, in the dangerous galaxy we live in today, a man such as myself ends up having many enemies. Until such time as I can be positive of my safety, and the Dreempipes fuel is established on the open market, I will need a bodyguard. Do you understand?"
A strange motherly instinct rose up inside of the intent Kittie-Katt, and she resisted the urge to wash Andrew protectively behind the ears. Instead, she grasped his outstretched paw in her own, making sure not to extend her claws, saying, "Of course. And... call me ShaH-li."

I haven't written in a long time, so I'm not sure which perspective will fit most ;P, so if it varies, that's why.

EDIT: So how many enviorments do we have now ?

Read what is written so far and you'll know.
Spaztic's reason for why no one should post a late chapter are correct, it's going to be annoying having to re-write or change certain things for one or two people.

Further more, I don't think having different perspectives is going to be a big problem when this thing will be published.

Oh, and just don't write a chapter before someone is done again please.
It could mess things up, i for one will mention Diamondus (it will be on the news in my chapter, OMG SPOILER.)

Later. (Still writing btw.)

I really need to talk with Slay about this.

For one thing, I am writing higher-priority stuff of my own (for personal enjoyment and Creative Writing/CW). Another thing is that I probably won't have much opportunity to follow the storyline after the semester starts. I won't be around to see the updates with eleven units' worth of courses. And having another bloody English class will make me sick of reading/writing after a while, I would imagine. ;-) Furthermore, if you're seriously considering publishing this, I am definitely backing out. I'd rather use my character (Celestyne) and talents for something else instead...


Sorry about the inconvenience, but I have my limits.

I don't see how this could be possibly published when it's full of words like "Carrotus" and "Earlong".

With copyright permission from Epic, of course.

... which means no.

You change a few names around and everyone is happy.

...except the readers, because the story has way too many characters for them, and it takes so long to get any obvious plot.

I was kind of hoping that all of you would be intelligent enough to find out that a few names would be changed.
And that's ok Velk, if you don't want to write then don't.
I'll just ask someone to delete your chapter and everything is ok.
All of you that want to whine about there being to much characters and stuff, please stop writing and let the people that are serious about this continue.
We have enough things to worry about as it is (The quality of the chapters we write ourselves that is.)

Spaztic how is ritopia coming along?

What about if anyone interacts with Velk? Then wouldn't it mess up if you removed her?

I would think that it would be too early for much to be messed up if Velk was removed.

Originally Posted by SlaYo

I was kind of hoping that all of you would be intelligent enough to find out that a few names would be changed.

don't tell anyone. :P

I think if someone wants to quit their character can die. Then the auther doesn't have to write anymore, and it wouldn't mess up the interactions that have already happened, because dying would be a part of the plot. It would seem stupid if a character died before the plot got going, though.

Yeah... I'm really sorry Slay. ;( I would have wanted to, but I just don't have much time anymore.. go ahead and delete my chapter, heh.

Or I could kill off Velk. =D =D =D

I think if someone wants to quit their character can die.

Or the character could be absorbed by another writer; make a brief cameo and then leave the story forever or be written for by many writers to help along the plot in general.

Hm, but the rest of us have our own chars to worry about ... plus VelK may want to use the char somewhere else.

We could always have the mysterious fell-off-a-cliff death with no dead body technique.

Oh, and 5th page is mine (I haven't lost it at all >D).

Introducing a character, showing the world from their point of view like they are a main character, and then killing them would seem strange.

I find it slightly rude that you're talking about killing my character... she's mine to use and destroy, not yours. I've used her elsewhere, in my other stories; she's the only furry character that I have, and I don't like the idea of you just killing her off because it seems convenient. Just delete my chapter. What's so hard about that? I haven't influenced the plot anyway.

Edit: I removed my chapter. Now there's no reason to kill off my character.

Forgot that we had to ask you first. Sorry.

(somebody did get Velk's chapter into a word document right?)

I really should read this whole thing sometime. Maybe then I'll be inspired to write something.

I want to, really. I just don't have any material. That material that I have, I'm trying to wedge into SoY and E:JF.

...um. ^^;