Concept Artists, Writers needed. Thread

Due to the nature of this game I don't wish to divulge any information on any public forum at this time. I can promise that I'm not just a one-post no-show on this site. I've been a member for almost a year and continue to be as such. Simply put, if you want to know, contact me through AIM or email (AIM is BlpSoup and Email is wesrut@gmail.com). I will explain full details of what's entailed in this project to you personally, if you are interested in learning more or joining the team. We are currently in concept stages, and need concept artists and people with good writing skills at this moment. The only details I can provide is that, in time, the main aim is to make a profit. So your efforts will not go unrewarded by any stretch. For the artists, if you want a simple idea of genre, we're looking at steampunk, in the absolute sense.

Thank you for reading this. And I apologize ahead of time. Many people get skeptical at unrelinquished details, but simply put, if you contact me, you will know. Just not on this thread.

no info no interest.

like I said, I have information for those who ask for it. Take it or leave it.

No Info No Interest

I say the same

Mods, feel free to lock this thread. I have the people I need, for the time being.

You can't even spell interest, how is it your damn quote? That would be like saying "You're Fierd", it just doesn't work.

I've heard "no (word), no (word)" long time ago O.o

Seriously?

1.) If you really want to catch the eye of GOOD modders, you need a good description.

2.) You want to make a profit? I surely hope you're using a standalone engine in that case. Otherwise you'll have a hard time trying to make a profit, for two reasons. Firstly, nobody wants to pay for a MOD, and secondly, most engines have some sort of terms of use restricting revenue, if its not illegal, its restricted. Perhaps you could invest in a third-party engine such as the Torque Engine, and then once you're done, offer your game to big companies.

ForbiddenSword
Arcayne : Burning Defiance MOD Leader

[EDIT]For example, the HL2 engine license prevents you from selling your MOD, but allows you to pay for distribution, but even then, not many people would pay for a MOD. I know I wouldn't.[/EDIT]

Edited by: BurningDefiance

1. I do have a good description. The people that joined can attest to this, and I'm happy with their skills. Just because I wont plaster an advertisement of what the game is about all over the net doesn't mean good folks wont be interested. Generally, though, You're right. With most people, simply throwing out an advertisement with no details typically provides no results. I got lucky, but I'm content with my methods.

2. We're using Torque.

When I get more comfortable with the 'general' plan I'll share it with everybody. It'll be worth the wait to find out.

Well if you're looking for more writers, most will attest to my abilities with the w0rdz, I write very GOOD, as in GOOD, though am only offering because you note you are a user of Torque, and I feel the upkeep of the community surrounding GarageGames and standalone modifications is necessary, as well as enjoy the environment of Steampunk, though have not seen the adaptation of Powderpunk societies, which would be vastly cooler in my eyes.

However, the others are correct in the fact that, regardless of how detailed you are when asked, we find many topics who are descriptions on demand.

Also, are you using Torque seated with a few programmers? Or are you "using" Torque and lack any program seats, and are you perhaps using TSE which would be even better.

Vangor wrote: Well if you're looking for more writers, most will attest to my abilities with the w0rdz, I write very GOOD, as in GOOD

Haha. Let's see who else catches that.

BurningDefiance: Thank you for your insight, however we've already gone over the pre-eminent stages and have discussed your mentioned issues! I do believe you're simply trying to help us out in which way(s) you can, although I'm getting a small vibe as if you meant your words as being a smart ass.

@Vangor: If my mathematics is correct, that last post of yours has only three sentences. Over-use of the comma, have we?

@CyanideCotdPnuts & _eXiGe_: If the information stated in your posts does not relate to this thread, please do not post at all.

meh, ill write you a story.. ive wrote 2 games before and a script for a movie.

and if u really want to kno, ive got a B in English Literature and a A grade in English.

kthxbi

No, actually, the real phrase is "I write very well" not "I write very good".

Sentences can be as long as you want so long as you have proper punctuation and grammer, why, with a healthy use of the comma, hyphon, colon and semicolon, you can create a sentence that's almost a paragraph long - while this isn't exactly the easiest thing to read, it does prove my point that sentences can be as long as you want; some can be big, some can be small, but nomatter what, so long as you have a sufficient master of the English language (something many native-speaker web users seem to lack, oddly enough), you can craft virtually anything you want out of a sentence; if you want it to be a grand epic sentence or long winded overexplanation of a simple point (such as this one), then just add a bunch of hyphons and commas and the other items as listed above - if you want a sentence to be short and succinct and write to the point, state only what is needed and leave out the rest.

That was fun to write. That's all one sentence, btw, in case you missed it

Edited by: UnknownTarget

@Joshy1002: I plan on talking about some issues with Lomo93901 in which I'll bring you into the discussion.

@UnknownTarget: Never did I say there's a limit to writing a sentence! I was simply pointing out that it was exhausting to read all of his words without a break. :\

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UnknownTarget wrote:
Sentences can be as long as you want so long as you have proper punctuation and grammer, why, with a healthy use of the comma, hyphon, colon and semicolon, you can create a sentence that's almost a paragraph long

The last sentence in Ulysses, by James Joyce (considered by many to be the best novel of the century) lasts for 43 (I think) pages.

I've been having a dream, as of late. How long I've been having this dream I can't even remember. I never was quite able to see everything as a clear picture, but only in parts. I was in another world, one not entirely unlike our own, yet so hideously twisted and primitive at the same time. Electricity does no exist here. Neither does petrol-driven vehicles or aircraft, and yet at the same time they did. Every fascinating and moving thing, when close enough, you can hear the innerworkings of some sort of clockwork at use. Or see the smoke and steam pouring out of massive boilers to fuel the most mundane of tasks. But before I could see everything for what it was, the dream would end and I would be returned once more to my bed.

At first, such was simply dismissed as merely a dream, brought on by a combination of bad food and lack of sleep having gotten the best of me. And yet, every time my eyes closed I was returning. Was this really a dream? I begin to notice more features as my mind ventures further; these large walking structures. Bipedal in form, and decorated with ornate, and sometimes hideous armors, striding through the night and silohuetting the moonlight that filtered through the golden leaves of a maple tree in autumn. I was indeed in a forest, watching these peculiar constructs move with almost morbid fascination. To what purpose did these creatures serve? Such a question was mundane when one examined the large and oddly realistic looking claws, or teeth. Some even have appendaged that resemble spinning saws, or swords. Of course they were intended for combat, but to what unspeakable thing must such deus ex machinae exist? Before my question is answered, the universe is filled with a fog,

When my vision is cleared, I am once again looking upon the bland fixtures that make up the ceiling of my bedroom. A long time passed thenwherein I had no dreams, furthermore, I seldom slept at all in the next passing week. Dare I speak of this image to anybody? No, I cannot. In time an image will surely fade into nothing. When I came to this conclusion, I fell into an easy sleep.

Once more, to a mixture of fascination and wonder I find myself in this world once again. This time, I'm at a show of some kind. White sand meets a brackish, waveless bed of water, the end of which I cannot see beyond a deep fog bank lying off shore. Standing at the foot of what appears to be some sort of ferry, I can see it's long ramp descending down to the shore, whereupon I see children, stowed away by the hundreds, now descending down to. This beach is narrow, surrounded by tall walls of buildings. The same is much like that behind me as well, a small alley leading off into the haze, and no other access. Surely, this beach is too small for commercial use! Every child I look upon is different, but all have this confused and lost look on their face. How did they get here?

I could spend hours here in pondering over such an occurence, but to no real results. The children did speak english, with an accent similar to british Cockney, though thicker and more comlex than your standard slang. I could catch a few words, but nothing that I could reasonably translate into any understandable form. This in mind, and while my dream was still coherent, I wandered into the alley.

I honestly don't know how long I walked though this dark place. There were niches and crevices everywhere, wherein I could hear unseen things moving and scuttling about. At one point I heard a woman scream, and a hand reaching out of the darkness to grab me. The hand resembled human, though was pale, and looked bloated and drowned, with long, claw-like fingers. I recoiled and continued. Eventually, I found myself in a larger alley. There were more children wandering around here, though now not looking confused or frightened, rather, looking determined and purposeful. Many of them had weapons, or different outfits. Was this a city of children? No... there were many, yes, but I see many of them of varying ages. Adults, even the occasional eldely, or groups of teenagers.

Each wore a unique garb, none quite the same as the other. And it is in this place I saw some of the strangest people and fascinating objects in my days. Men and women with this clockwork machinery an actual body fixture. Arms, legs, some of them portions of their head, in ornamental and beautiful craftsmanship, in fine brass colours and bronze, copper, some even looking like wood. Other people can be seen walking down the street carrying an armful of books, being followed in kind by the oddest manner of creatures, almost catlike in size, they vary in shapes and colours, each one seeming to have their own unique purpose. I also beheld a man, a vender of sorts peddling his wares, consisting of all manner of stange and alien devices. With an almost child-like fascination, I drew in closer.

In addition to these things, he also had automatons wandering around him. Some playing on the ground, no more than a few inches tall and wrestling eachother, ranging in size all the way up to large monstrosities that lumber behind him. Nowhere near as terrible to behold as those large striding machines, but similar in construct. Before I can get any closer, I notice those in the streets parting, and as do I, upon noting the approach of animal's feet. Running through the area faster than I could calculate were a pack of strange beasts ridden by men and women. They too were decorated in finely crafted armor, the beasts themselves all varying one from the other, though best described in some ways as a cross between a dog and a cat. Though that is my best stabbed guess, as some of them had not four, but six legs, others glowing runic markings along their bodies, and others seeming to be completely mechanical in origin. Seeing them tun off into the fog, I once again feel everything begin to blur, and again I stare at my ceiling.

Sitting up and grabbing my specs in frustration, I open my bedside table and retrieve a small book and pen. Turning to a fresh page, I begin to write...