I've been working on one for a while now. I'm waiting to write the third (chapter? Episode? Segment?) part AFTER the patch, so I don't rely too much on my previous worlds.
So this is for writing? Like fictional starbound stories? Sorry bout my stupidity but I am easily confused
This subforum is for Starbound-related literature -- both discussion threads and stories/series/comics/whatever.
Like stories? Ok, are we allowed to do species ideas too? For example, if I had an idea for a race I could write it out here in a codex/literary form? I don't know how to create racial mods.
You can post the codices in literary form here (i.e. a nontraditional story) but if you want to post a proper suggestion the Suggestion subforum will have a more receptive audience for those purposes.
Allow me to be one of the first. I wrote this in the 10 minutes it took me to peruse the forum. Enjoy this highly stereotypical story! :U A brief warning, the story features those fleshy caves you can find underground. If you're extraordinairly squeamish and don't care for that, feel free to skip past here. -- They're coming. You can't hear them, but They are there. WIth a sound like thunder rumbling through the sky- loud, monotonous, booming- you can feel their approach. It might have been a mistake, you think, beaming down to this place. Bandages were the first thing to go. Then your water. Now you're on your last tin of Bolt-O's. In a moment of calm, you crack it open and munch down on the crunchy screws. If you're going to your death, you at least want to be full. This planet was different, you knew that as soon as you crunched down on the dusty earth. The air tasted stale and faintly smelled of rot and decay. Scattered around were bones of various shapes and sizes, species and genders- a Ragnok skull, the femur of some type of bird, a grisly parade of detritus from something. Shrugging off your doubts, your drill bit into the cracked and parched earth. The bills don't pay themselves, and the valuable ores you mine from uncolonized planets fetch you a good load of pixels to send home. But with unexplored planets comes unexpected oddities. The galaxy is a big place, and you know what they say about an infinite universe... After a short while, you landed on something squishy. Bending nearly double, you pushed two fingers deep into whatever-this-is. It made a low slurping sound, and suddenly pulled back away, leaving you falling.... Darkness. Then suddenly, an impact, cushioned by a pool that had an unmistakeable tang like iron. It could have been bloo- No. Don't think about that. Get out, there's a good job. Sit, rest. Fumble in your pockets. The lights. Blast it to Kluex, where are those lights? There we go. Carefully- pull the pin, don't want to shatter the case. On the wall, and- Light. You're in a cavern- the extent of which it's impossible to see- the ceiling soars to hundreds of feet tall. Scattered around are more bones in piles. For the first time, you note the atmosphere- humid, damp. And the stuff below you feels raw and fleshy- almost like it's alive. Getting up from the ledge you're now reclining on, you wander in deeper. Suddenly, a noise, like something sniffing. Then a howl, long, low and predatory, answered by dozens more- hundreds. And thudding footsteps, running after you at a breakneck pace. You start running. It's been nearly a day stuck in these humid caverns, and you're no closer to loosing your pursuers than you were yesterday. You've caught sight of them infrequently- small, ball-shaped white creatures lacking any eyes, only nostrils and teeth. And now you've gotten yourself in a corner, stuck between them and a wall. At least it'll be quick, you think silently to yourself, as the beasts round around a corner and gallop towards you. Suddenly, blinding light from above. Squinting, you look up. There's a figure- an Avian- swinging from a grappling hook. He hurls down two vials which crack against the floor, filling the air with a pungent scent of musk, sewage, and rot. The monsters nearly trip over themselves backing up and running away. In awe, you again gaze up as a length of rope uncoils from his hand and lands next to you. "Well? What are you waiting for?" he bellows from his lofty height, dangling like a spider from a string. "Grab the rope and get up here, unless you want to be Phage food!" Still in shock, you grab the rope and get slowly reeled up to the sky... --- To be continued-
It was actually a lot more elaborate as I was writing it up, but chrome crashed and I had to work from a draft ;n;
Herein we see rule #1: Never work in browsers. Many millions of words have been lost to the chaotic electronic sea.
Yeah, thanks for reminding me. Normally I work on a clean white pen and paper notebook, sketching out drawings of what's going on as I write- it's a bit less likely to magically disappear this way Also, I read your guide about, and I found it very informative. Thanks!
