crossover_chick | Secundus Rules All!

8butterflyboy8 has made his debut at the Inkwell -- right after the boys have taken down Slimer. As you can imagine, there's much confusion and nervousness right about now. :p

As for the story he's from -- well, look at this:

2515 / 50000 words. 5% done!

-Muses: *stare*-
I got really, REALLY into writing the first chapter. ^^;
-D: Why can't you write like this all the time?-
-TD: And not about embarrassing sex stories?-
Hey, NaNoWriMo is a special time of year. Anyway, I think this gives me a pretty good lead-in on the month, right? And speaking of lead-ins, I've decided to post the very beginning of the first chapter. I had this idea for what I thought was a pretty funny intro -- help me see if I'm right or not?

It is a world that is both rather like and unlike our own, dear reader. A world where steam power is – currently – king. A world where scientists create marvels that makes one wonder if they are not truly wizards. A world where people live, die, and occasionally live again. Come, let us visit this amazing, wonderful, terrifying world. . . .
Burtonsville. A tiny little village founded by settler Timothy Burton not too far from the sea. Their main source of support is the fishing industry, which employs many of the men who live there. It is a quiet, peaceful little town. A visitor would most likely conclude that nothing interesting ever happened there.
They’d be absolutely correct. When it comes to dull, Burtonsville not only wrote the book, they provided all the illustrations and a full how-to guide in the back. The town is uniformly grey at all times of the year, winter and summer. The citizens are even less colorful. Oh yes, they tend to come in interesting shapes – most are either rather taller or rather shorter than average – but they move through their lives like they were made of clockwork. The same thing happens to everyone day in and day out. The people are a quiet sort, not prone to long conversation or showing emotion. (With the notable exception of the town crier, a man who has long forgotten the meaning of the term “indoor voice.”) Everyone is – not exactly kind to one another, but reasonably tolerant. People may despise each other, but no one ever takes any steps to show it. Most everyone dies either of old age or illness. There’s only been one shocking murder in the town’s history, and even that technically took place in the woods bordering it on one side. And the family it affected moved away long ago. There is nothing now, nothing but dull people leading even duller lives.
So, dear reader, you may ask, why have I taken you to see this awful little place? Well, you can put one fear to rest – our story does not take place in Burtonsville. But every story needs a main character, and ours happens to live here – at the moment. Why, here he comes now. . . .

-TTV: What will it take for you to stop insulting my hometown?-
You to stop looking like you agree with me every time I do.
-TTV: . . . You may be insulting it for a while.-
XD After this, we introduce Victor and switch to a less goofy style of prose. Though I might bring back the Snarky Narrator for certain bits. We'll see.

So yeah, I'm feeling good baby. *puts on "Higher and Higher" and grooves* Now to just keep it up!