Could I get some critique of part of my intro, please?
Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 8:26 pm
Attempting to get a VN started, and I'm not a writer, so writing for this is going to be an interesting experience. I'm sort of confused about writing for VNs. Like, I'm guessing there's a style of sorts that I'm unaware of??? I tried writing with VN in mind, but I'm really out of my depth. So would anyone mind explaining a bit of the writing process?
The story starts with the MC dying, at which point they go through a journey of discovery of the unknown parts of the world around them. There's going to be demons, and 'demon hunters' (so to speak), and 'occultists' (of sorts). Essentially the MC is like an unfortunate casualty in a long-standing conflict between these factions because, up until this point, they've lived a fairly normal life. The attempted murder was sudden and unexpected, and it results in the MC ending up in limbo, with the choice to live or not. They have to figure out what's going on, how they factor into the conflicts, and what role they want to/have to/need to play. If they choose to go back. If not... well, the story doesn't end with death. There's going to be some really important choices in the intro that'll affect the path the story takes, some less important choices (RE: totally useless, red herrings, ehe), and hopefully surreality.
I would really appreciate some thoughts on my writing (style, tone, too much/too little/unnecessary detail?, scene setting, characterization, etc) and ways to use/improve my foreshadowing and such.
If anyone wants/needs more info, I'd be happy to spoil more of the plot.
The story starts with the MC dying, at which point they go through a journey of discovery of the unknown parts of the world around them. There's going to be demons, and 'demon hunters' (so to speak), and 'occultists' (of sorts). Essentially the MC is like an unfortunate casualty in a long-standing conflict between these factions because, up until this point, they've lived a fairly normal life. The attempted murder was sudden and unexpected, and it results in the MC ending up in limbo, with the choice to live or not. They have to figure out what's going on, how they factor into the conflicts, and what role they want to/have to/need to play. If they choose to go back. If not... well, the story doesn't end with death. There's going to be some really important choices in the intro that'll affect the path the story takes, some less important choices (RE: totally useless, red herrings, ehe), and hopefully surreality.
I would really appreciate some thoughts on my writing (style, tone, too much/too little/unnecessary detail?, scene setting, characterization, etc) and ways to use/improve my foreshadowing and such.
After, the path diverges drastically depending on the choices.SFX
I remember impact and dropping like a rag doll, the crack of my head against the pavement a distant ringing in my ears.
Everything is a blurry kaleidoscope of colours and sounds and pain.
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Struggle:
I try to speak, but my tongue is lead and tastes of blood.
Hands hold me--trap me, drown me--down as I claw vainly for my life.
Saviour?
Or assailant?
The colours shift.
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Do nothing:
My muscles twitch and spasm as I lay, waiting for some intervention.
I let my eyes close and retreat into myself.
I feel the vestiges of an awareness slipping through my thoughts.
My thoughts…?
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The world dissipates.
And I am lost.
My head throbs behind closed eyes, and my hands clench the edges of weathered rock that cuts deeply into my palms.
"What…?"
I open my eyes, and nothing is real.
I sit on the precipice of an existence vast and infinite, legs dangling over the rhythmic roar of a river far, far below.
The knowledge of <<crossroads>> and <<choices>> thrums in my veins, and I feel so, so small and very afraid.
My grip tightens, painfully so, and I inhale sharply the scent of daffodils and crisp, cool air.
I don't know how, but I am not yet dead--just dying.
The ground beneath me begins to crumble at the thought, rock dusting under my grip.
The thump of my heart is like the beat of drums in my ears, and the world is suddenly too sharp and too vivid.
If anyone wants/needs more info, I'd be happy to spoil more of the plot.