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Genre: Science Fiction
About NagafenLocation: A Land drifting between the ages, beyond Time and Space. Age:17 Favorite novels: I admit... The Star Wars X-Wing series. It's a proper novel... in my opinion. Favorite writers: Mike Stackpole Favorite music: Anything. Though at the moment? Standing Here, Waiting for Dea from Neon Gensis Evengelion. Non-noveling interests: Video Game Design |
Joined: September 29, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 4 NaNoWriMo buddies: 4
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Brief Author Bio: Nagafen was born on the Year 1991, back when George Bush was still ONE bad president, Y2K would have illicited a cardiac arrest, and Martians ruled the planet. |
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Synopsis: SECONDIMPACT
"Embrace your dreams... you never know when they might come true."
Kotoro is a boy like any other. He draws Manga, sleeps when he can, occasionally attempts to interact socially...
But he loves to design video games.
With his "friends" casual disinterest and his life little more then a facsimile of joy, he works constantly on them, using programs with ever increasing power and design options.
One day, Kotoro awakes to find himself in another world... HIS world. The world he created, the world he filled with life and his fantasy's. A world under his own gaze, a world under his feet that wans't their before.
A World Under Threat.
The Second Impact is coming. And with the help of characters he idolised from his game's and story's.... he is the only one who can do anything about it.
Because it's not only his Imaginary World that's under threat.
The Line between Our World and The Digital World is about to blur...
Excerpt: SECONDIMPACT
Why?!? Why me?!?! WHY DID YOU PICK ME?!? Is this a joke?!?! Why does THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!?! WHY?!? WHAT IS THIS?!?!WHO ARE YOU??????
His screams, almost petulant, rock the cavern, adding to the violent cacophony of noise that seeks to ascend seemingly to the heavens. He screams and screams, while tears slide down his face. He doesn’t know why he feels this sad. He doesn’t know how or why he’s going to die. He doesn’t even know why he risks all of this for one person.
She looks at him… she barely moves. Any colour left in her face is almost gone, leaving an expression of fading light, a look of distant consciousness…
But she uses that remaining strength to force her head to turn fixed into his gaze.
She holds it with him. Not saying, simply engaging his view. Looking. And then she smiles.
His heart melts, and his mind … he can feel the ice melt away.
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