Blogs - Kitsunami

Chapter One. It remains in its rough draft form, with all annotations intact. Alternates and speech were for the mappers to use to create an enviroment.

Enjoy.

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Finch walked down the rows of the plane towards the front, glancing to and fro to the various passengers taking their seats. He attempted a smile as the pretty flight attendant gestured for his ticket, then nodded.

"Just this way Sir. First class is through the curtain and you may take any seat that is free."

"Thank you" He nodded his head and made his way through the crimson curtain, glancing back down across a sea of velvet blue, heads bobbing up and down between the gaps in the chairs.

"Quite crowded..."

Finch took his camera and then smiled, taking a picture of the second class seating area before turning and pushing past the curtains, into the
first class area.

"My god..." He stared. His emerald eyes glittered as he gazed across the luxories that awaited. Champaigne, Beer, Tv, Reclining chairs and exotic foods were just some of the pleasentries that awaited Finch. He smiled, and took an empty seat.

"Welcome to First Class sir. May i take your order?" A flight attendant emerged out of the blue, smiling broadly at him, and handing Finch the menu.

"Yes...of course, I'll have the..."

Finch scanned the menu.

"Roast beef and pork dinner, with a glass of wine, and could Ii have a bottle of water please? thank you." Best save the drinking till later, he decided.

The Attendant smiled. "Of course sir. Dinner will be served during the flight. We hope you have a pleasant journey" She then strutted down towards what Finch presumed was the staff area and flight cabin.

Finch grinned, glancing outside of the window at the Runway as the plane began to take off, the engines starting up with a roar, they were soon up into the air. He glanced around at the other first class travellers.

There was only five, including himself, in the first class seating area, despite the crowd that had been in the ocean of second class. Sitting together was a man in a fancy black bow tie suit, and a woman in a white sparkling dress. He quickly realised this must be a newly wed couple and smiled as they held hands and discussed their honeymoon.

"will we get to go coral diving??
"Of course dear."
"And ride a hot air balloon?"
"Of course dear"
"Oh steven..."

The couple embraced passionately, and Finch blushed, glancing over at the other two occupents of first class. They were both dressed in smart business suits, each with a laptop on their table, discussing the stock markets.

"John, I believe that investing would be a mistake at this moment"
"The company needs to grow, we must buy stock and expand"
"I dont know, The markets are pretty volatile"
"Which is exactly why we must! You dont go far without risk, not in this day and age!"
"Well, if you insist...."

Finch laughed, and the two businessmen turned to eye him suspiciously. Luckily the on-board speakers switched on, and the captain began to speak.

"Welcome to flight 187. This is Captain Malcolm White speaking, We will arrive at our destination in approximately three to four hours.

Unfortunately we have been delayed due to a oncoming storm front, and we are taking an alternate and longer route to avoid the poor weather conditions.

If you would just pay attention to the in-flight screens, Our flight attendants will be going over some safety procedures. In the event of an emergency..."

Finch's eyes began to droop as the dull, typical in flight speech began, and went on and on. His eyes wavered, as he yawned, and then, drifted away, falling into a deep sleep....

Finch awoke with a start as the plane shook. His eyes snapped open and he glanced around the area, taking a moment to get his bearings. The entire deck was dark, lit only by the overhead lighting, he glanced out of the window and saw a blur of black clouds followed by lightning and the angry screams of thunder, rain pounding against the windows.

Everyone in the first class compartment was asleep, Finch glanced around and looked for the flight attendant, but she was nowhere to be seen.

-Free Roam begins here. Detailed below is the dialogue/events a player will witness if they walk to that area of the plane.-

(Options are as follows: Sit back down, or Walk up and down the plane before sitting down again)

-Seated- (Aka, a 'skip' button. If you sit back down, you dont encounter any of the dialogue from the free roam.)

Finch decided to remain seated, he quickly sat back down and buckled his seat belt, glancing around as the plane shook violently several times, glass smashing on the floor as anything that was not strapped down suddenly flew, the plane lurching to one side.

The intercomm sprang to life, and flight attendants rushed down the rows, clinging to chairs as they made their way forwards.

"Everyone please remain calm! Stay in your seats, please, put your seat belts on!" The flight attendants struggled against the planes movement as they moved up and down to check that all passengers were seated and nobody was injured, strapping down equipment and luggage as they went.

"This is the captain speaking, All passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. I repeat, all passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. We are going down, I repeat, we are going down."

-Free Roam-

Finch unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, glancing up and down the deck, past the seats. Outside, he could see the lightning as it shot across the black sky, and the roar of the thunder was all around.

He made his way up towards the flight cabin, past the sleeping couple and businessmen, and into the staff area. Here he saw one flight attendant being violently sick into a bag, another comforting her, both not seeming to notice the man as he made his way up to the doorway, and opened it, glancing into the flight cabin.

An array of switchs, lights, buttons, and other such machinery met his eyes, computer displays beeping and sparkling. He could see several bright red 'warning' messages flashing across screens, and he knew this couldnt be good.

Finch glanced between the two pilots, One wrestling with the controls as the plane shook from side to side, the other apparently on the radio.

"Flight 187 to control, Flight 187 to control, please respond. This is Flight 187, can anybody hear us? Our flight systems are malfunctioning, our nav-con is down and the GPS is not working. We need immediate assistance. Hello? Hello?"

Finch paled.

"This is flight 187 to anybody, Our position is unknown, we are in a heavy storm and cannot get out. Our engines are taking a pounding and our navigation system is down. Please respond."

"Jack, give it up, nobody can hear us through this mess. We're on our own."

"Captain...." The two men looked at each other before the Captain spotted finch.

"Hey ! You can't be in here!" He gestured, and the co-pilot moved over towards him, Finch pulled back as the door was closed, and then, locked. Placing his ear against the door Finch could hear the two talking, and it didn't sound good.

"Jack, I'm going to need you at the controls. I can't keep her steady in this weather, Wind speed has reached 200 and the static in the air is interfering with the electrical systems."

"All right Captain. Switching to manual."

"Good..I want you to issue a mayday and set the black box's beacon."

"....yes sir..."

"This is flight 187, Mayday Mayday, we are going down. I repeat, This is flight 187, Mayday Mayday, can anyone hear us. Mayday Mayday, This is flight 187...I repeat..."

Finch paled and turned, running back down into the first class area.

-Second class area-

Finch glanced around and shivered as he entered the second class area, and watched as the mixture of people cowered, slept, and talked. A flurry of voices met his ears as he walked down the isle.

"Is everything alright?"
"We'll be fine"
"Oh god..."
"I cant see the engines..."
"Is that lightning?"
"Were all going to die!"
"Calm down!"
"What a storm."
"Look at that lightning!"
"Im scared"
"Shh it'l be alright dear"
"God save us all.."
"Mommy!"

Finch saw two flight attendants moving through the chairs, assuring people everything would be alright.

"Its just a storm, there is nothing to worry about"
"Calm down please, remain seated."

Somehow, he didn't believe that. Finch turned and made his way through the crowd, stopping as he noticed a flight attendant struggling with a trolley full of drinks and food. He rushed over and grabbed one end, helping her to push the trolley.

"Thank you Sir..." She commented, smiling at him as they pushed it into the attendant area for second class, locking it into a secure position.

"Please sir, make your way back to your seat" Finch nodded politely and made his way back towards first class.

-Third class area-

Finch made his way towards the tail of the plane, back here he could see many people crying in fear, a mixture of different ethnicity united in terror, the few windows showing the raging storm around them as the plane shook, too much luggage and baggage was contained into small areas, each shake throwing more of it at the people crammed together in rows, injuring them and causing more screams and cries of terror.

Finch watched as a flight attendant tried to keep the torrent of luggage back, but was failing. He rushed over to help, pushing the baggage back into the overhead containers, and helping the attendant to lock it inside. He smiled at him.

"Thanks mate. Shouldn't you be in your seat though?" The man gestured back towards second class, and Finch nodded, turning and making his way back.

-Free Roam Ending-

Finch made his way back into first class, towards his seat. A flight attendant moved down to assist him, and aided by the flight attendant, he quickly sat back down and buckled his seat belt, glancing around as the plane shook violently several times, glass smashing on the floor as anything that was not strapped down suddenly flew, the plane lurching to one side.

The attendant who had helped him to his seat screamed and was flung backwards, landing at an awkward angle in a seat nearby. She didn't move.

The intercomm sprang to life, and flight attendants rushed down the rows, clinging to chairs as they made their way forwards.

"Everyone please remain calm! Stay in your seats, please, put your seat belts on!" The flight attendants struggled against the planes movement as they moved up and down to check that all passengers were seated and nobody was injured, strapping down equipment and luggage as they went.

"This is the captain speaking, All passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. I repeat, all passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. We are going down, I repeat, we are going down."

-Alternates end-

Finch glanced outside of the window, looking down, he could see the outlines of a forest and trees, and perhaps, water. There was a huge crack followed by an explosion, the plane shook one final time and, suddenly, there was silence. Finch's heart pounded as he realised he could no longer hear the engines.

He glanced around. The plane seemed to hang in the air for a moment, before dropping into a nosedive, its engines failing, wind screaming past the windows which exploded from the loss of pressure, glass spraying across the passengers. Finch clung to his chair tightly and put on the air-mask as it dropped down, watching with wide eyes as the plane spiralled, luggage, flight attendants and those unlucky enough to not be in their seats began tumbling through the curtain to first class, screaming as they landed at the front of the plane in a growing pile.

With an abrupt explosion, the plane span in a circle, one engine spiralling off, a flaming mass, tearing away several parts of the third class compartment and second, people screaming as they were flung out into the air, luggage spraying into the jungle below.

"HOLY SHI-" The intercom was cut short, and with another explosion, the plane finally hit the jungle. Trees tore into the metal, the high speed smashing apart the cockpit and other areas of the plane, the tail-section and remaining engine exploding into flames. Finch heard one final scream of terror from the couple across the compartment, before everything went dark in a burst of agony.

This is the basic storyline script that was created for Lost World Source, by Lost Studios. It appears to have died, so I am releasing the little bits, in the hope that some other studio may take an interest to my writings someday :]

Enjoy.

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"That'l be 25$"

The young man shuffled in his seat and glanced at the tough wrinkled
face that glared through the metal grate, searching him.

"25, sure, no problem. Could you help me with my bags please?"

The wrinkled beast growled, muttering under his breath, the smell of
cigarettes blowing into the young man's face causing him to cough as
the old man opened the yellow side door, making his way to the back
seat and yanking out the mans luggage.

"Thanks"

The old man's face twisted into a snarl as he flung the baggage onto
the side walk, ignoring the passing glances and stares from the people
around them making their way through the iron gateways to the
airports central terminal.

The young man stopped, and stared up at the entrance in silence.

Impatiently, the old man growled once more and shook his fist, his
eyes hungrily roaming up and down the man's Hawaiian shirt, past the
camera that hung loosely, and down to the baggy pants for the wallet
that must lie hidden beneath.

"25$ !"

The young man glanced over at him, confusion on his face. "Pardon?"

"Your fare." The old man shuffled uneasily.

The young man turned to face him, nodding. "Of course, of course."

He reached into his pockets and produced a rather thick looking wallet. The old man's eyes hungrily ate up the forest within as the
young man handed him over a 100$ note.

"I ain't changing this"

"Keep the change. Thanks" The old man's face softened and he moved
over to help the young gentleman pick up his luggage. "Why thank you

kind sir. Say, what exactly was your name?"

"Finch. Finch Wall." The old cab driver smiled and nodded his head as
he watched the young man enter the terminal. "Have a safe flight, Mr
Finch."

Finch carried his luggage into the terminal, and stopped to glance around at the rushing hustle and bustle of the crowds running to and
fro.

"Like ants.." He muttered to himself, watching the steady flow of people through the terminal. He laughed, glancing up at the signposts
overhead.

"Well. Here I am. Kennedy International. Hawaii here I come!"

Finch made his way through the crowds and towards the front desk,
standing in the queue. He listened to the mass of voices around him and hoped that Hawaii would be much quieter.

'Some well earned rest' He thought to himself as he approached the
counter.

"Welcome to American Airlines. How can i help?" The woman behind the counter smiled brightly.

"Hello, I'd like to check in please." He placed his luggage down onto
the floor and handed his tickets over to the lady.

"Of course sir. Flight 187, Terminal 3. If you just go down to your
left and follow the signs, you will find the waiting area and the

check in point." She glanced down at her screen. "Flight 187 leaves in
five minutes. You will need to hurry Sir. Thank you"

She handed him back his tickets and he quickly grabbed his luggage.

"Five minutes?!" He began to run, his legs pounding onto the tiled
floor below as he sped towards the terminal, following the signposts
overhead.

As he reached the terminal, he entered the waiting area for his
flight, glancing around at the few people sat down, and then up at the
desk ahead.

"Ah, just in time" Finch walked steadily over, panting, and handed in
his tickets to the man at the desk.

"Welcome. Flight 187 has been delayed, if you will just take a seat
and we will announce when the flight is available." The man smiled and
gestured towards the rows of seats in the waiting area.

Finch sat at the end of one of the rows, and glanced around as he
listened to the various conversations around him.

"I cant believe this flight was delayed."
"I know, its ridiculous. The service here is terrible"

"Dad, are we going home soon?"
"Lets go to the cafateria."

"I hate planes. I hate flying. I hate waiting"
"What dont you hate?"
"Eating"

One in particular caught his attention, and he stared over at a rather
rough man, his tye at an odd angle, his clothing looking worn. The man was arguing with the receptionist.

"What? How can the flight have been cancelled. The plane is just there, i can see it out of the windows!" The man waved his arms around
and gestured at the window.

"Im sorry sir, Flight 192 has been cancelled due to a technical
fault." Replied the receptionist, holding up her arms.

"You dont understand, my wife, she's going to leave me. I have to get
over there!" He was becoming agressive, pressing his arms against the
desk and shouting. Conversation in the waiting area lowered as everyone turned to watch.

"Sir, please calm down. There is nothing we can do. The next flight
will be in two hours, you will have a seat on that one. Please, remain
seated." As the woman began shivering nervously, the man yelled
louder, slamming his arms down onto the desk.

"No! I need to get on that plane. I have to get on that plane! She's
going to leave me. I wont let her leave!"

Finch glanced across and watched as the security officer made his way
towards the man, slowly raised his arm, and then placed his hand on
the mans shoulder.

"Sir, please calm down, or i will have to remove you from the ter-"

The resounding crack and bang of a gun echoed throughout the terminal, the security guards eyes widening as blood oozed down his front, his hand reaching for his sidearm, grasping at it, as the man kicked it, the gun sliding across to land infront of Finch.

"NO! You listen to me. I got tickets, see, see, i have them. I want on
my flight, and your going to get me on my flight!" He raised the
pistol, an old fashioned colt, and the receptionists recoiled.

"Sir, please, remain calm...put the gun down...sir..." One of her
hands reached for the silent alarm underneath, and it was pressed.

"No! Get me on my goddamn plane you stupid cow!" Finch gazed out of the window on hearing sirens, the rapid response was incredible, he
could see the S.W.A.T van below and its team entering the terminal
with incredable speed.

The man saw it too, he moved towards the window and then back to the desk.

"You bitch! You stupid bitch! I'll kill you!"

- Alternate 1, waiting-

Finch watched with wide eyes as the man raised the pistol. His eyes
glanced down at the gun below, but he wasn't certain he could get the
shot off before the man hit him first.

"DIE!" The man screamed and shot. The receptionist slumped down against her desk as he turned and fired into the assembled crowd of
people. The terminal erupted into screams as the S.W.A.T team charged through, and a vicious firefight began.

Bullets tore through the terminal window as the man fired the entire
clip from the colt, Managing to take one of the S.W.A.T team down. The remaining members unloaded their MP5's into him, he staggered
backwards, and his gaze met Finchs.

"My...my wife...Wife...My...she, she's...." His gaze swept the room,
his hands clutching his chest, blood streaming down his clothing, and
his gaze landed on Finch.

"She...she's going to...leave me....I....." He fell backwards through
the bullet torn window, crashing down to the floor below.

The S.W.A.T team began checking the passengers, and checking if
everyone was okay.

"Here, you look like you could use a drink. Its only water." One of
the S.W.A.T members nodded his head towards Finch, and handed him a canteen of water. Finch took a swig and nodded his appreciation, handing it back to the man.

The overhead speaker chimed in.

"Flight 187 is now boarding. Please would all passangers make their
way onto the flight coridoor"

Finch got up, walked over to the window and gazed down as a team of Paramedics loaded up the mans body. He shook his head. "Some
vacation...At least it will be quieter in Hawaii" He sighed, and then turned, where the flight attendendant, though pale faced, lead the
uninjured passangers onto the flight.

- Alternate 2, Shooting -

As the man raised his gun towards the receptionist, Finch glanced down at the gun on the floor. His hand moved towards the pistol, and he quickly raised it, it was still loaded, luckily, and he aimed down the
sights at the man, who could'nt see him.

"DIE!" The man screamed and began to pull the trigger. Finch opened
fire, the bullets tearing into the mans body. He screamed and turned
towards Finch.

"You bastard! You shot me, i cant believe you shot me!" The man raised
the gun towards Finch, but several bullets tore into his body from the
side. He screamed and fell to the floor, dropping the gun as the S.W.A.T team entered.

"Clear!"

One of them moved up towards Finch as the S.W.A.T team began checking the passengers, and seeing if everyone was okay.

"Here, you look like you could use a drink. Its only water." One of
the S.W.A.T members nodded his head towards Finch, and handed him a canteen of water. Finch took a swig and nodded his appreciation, handing it back to the man.

"You did good there, but i better take that, okay?" Finch nodded as
the man took the pistol from his shaking hands. The passangers sat
around began clapping their hands and cheering, and the receptionist
at the desk moved over and kissed him.

"My Hero" She winked, and then walked back to the desk.

The overhead speaker chimed in.

"Flight 187 is now boarding. Please would all passangers make their
way onto the flight coridoor"

Finch got up, walked over to the window and glanced back at the mans body, which a team of paramedics was now loading onto a stretcher. He shook his head. "Hero. Im certainly not a Hero." He sighed, and then turned, where the flight attendant lead the passangers onto the plane, still cheering and clapping for Finch.

- Alternates end. Now onto plane. -

Further Samples of my Writing

Short Stories

XR-US

He held his trusty thumb bible at the ready in his right hand, wielding the enchanted japanese mirror of revelation in his left. If there was a demon about, he would surely see its ugly face in the glass reflection, and banish it with his trusty micro-bible. Across his belt, the welsh love spoon swung, a souvenir from his most recent exploration around a welsh castle, and secured to its right hung the elegantly carved and crafted canadian box, with its sacred raven droppings inside he was almost certainly ready to face anything.

As he made he was towards the doorway he hummed the Ghostbusters tune, it was used by XR-US as their theme, he could hear the yellow pages words ringing in his head as he walked.

"Who you gonna call...me, that's who." He grinned, making his way to the door and opening it. He was met by a bearded middle aged man, whose eyes flitted to and fro and held a reddish tinge to
them, his face twisted into a maniacal grin as he held the crimson coated
letter opener in one hand, a children's handkerchief in the other.

"Good evening...XR-US, I presume?" His voice was cracked, harsh and wheezy, as if he had been exorcising.

The black clad priest turned exorcist nodded solemnly, reached for the sacred droppings with his left hand, flipped open the bible with his right finger, and prepared to repel the evil one.

Granny Cope

"Now then little ones, you can play around the house but whatever you do, don't go into that door"

Ms. Cope pointed at a fairly large green door with her wrinkled hand. The door itself was dented in several places, and rusted letters pronounced it the entrance to the basement. A heavy iron lock
suggested hidden treasure, at least, to a child's eyes.

"Yes Granny" The two children chorused together, in that sweet melodic tone all little children use when they are preparing to do something they know is wrong.

The night was cold and dark, and streetlamps flickered outside Ms. Cope's home as the wind rustled the leaves and branches of every tree. Ms Cope, affectionately called Grandma by the
village's inhabitants, had always been the professional babysitter of Westwood
as far as anyone could remember. Even the most unruly of children seemed to
mature quickly under her care, she was, and they all agreed, a most delightful
and charming old woman, despite her insistence in wearing old fashioned Victorian-like
clothing.

Just one of her bright, cheery smiles quietened the screaming of any babe in the village, and her helpful, honest attitude rubbed off onto the children in her care. Yes, she was most certainly
the shining gem of Westwood village, a treasure that most of them had cherished
throughout childhood and would continue to hold throughout their lives.

Of course, all good things come with a price, James and his little sister Joanne were about to find out just how high that price was.

James winked at Joanne as Grandma Cope left the house to get some groceries. He heard the slam and clicks of the lock and waited, just to be sure. When she did not reappear, James made his way past the kitchen and straight towards the metal door. His sister, Joanne, followed closely behind, glancing around her and shivering.

"James, I don't like it. We shouldn't be doing this." Whispered Joanne into his ear.

James just smiled mischievously and grabbed one of the keys from the sideboard."Don't worry sis, i have got it all under control. We'll just take a peek, that's all. It can't hurt, and besides, you saw how Davis has changed, he's no fun anymore, all he wants to do is read and
do....homework." James shuddered.

"He changed after his mom had him stay over here. There must be something she's doing, maybe its drugs or some sort of mind control machine." James quivered with excitement as he began to turn the key inthe metal lock, the lock clicked open and the metal door screeched as it swung
inwards, announcing James's victory.

"See? Nothing to it, Come on!" James disappeared into the darkness below,
followed quickly be his sister.

It was hard to see anything in the dark, figures and shapes loomed throughout the basement, yet there was a distinct white glow at the other end of the room. James quickly hurried over, and stared
in fascination.

There was an opening in the wall, and through it James could see what appeared to be a huge cavern, with rows upon rows of bookshelves. Upon each shelf he could make out labels, numbers, and
glass jars. In the jars hovered a white, glittering teardrop, silvery blue droplets of light trickling down each one and disappearing as they hit the glass, causing a multitude of white, silver flashes every few seconds as the jars light up their surrounding shelves.

"...it's so pretty..." Joanne gasped, having reached the opening with James."What is it?" James frowned, then he shuddered, and some inner instinct made him freeze, his body went rigid and tense, his muscles strained against some unseen force as he slowly turned
around to face what he knew awaited him.

There, in the gentle wavering light of a candle, stood Grandma Cope. Her ruffled dress swished in the darkness as she lifted the candle and her features illuminated, her mouth twisting into a
sinister smile, her deep blue eyes glittering darkly. Joanne froze in horror,
and James clutched her tightly in the darkness.

"Oh dear, you have been very naughty haven't you?" Grandma Cope lifted her large oval glasses to stare at them with glistening blue eyes.

"Well now, we'll soon solve that..."

A few samples of my writing, for future reference if anyone is looking here.

Poetry/Song

Who am i?

Well, i uploaded the original concepts that i have left on my laptop, from back when i used to sprite for several 2d games.

I have been a spriter for several games, which include Graal Online (private servers), HVO (Hidden Villages Online, A naruto fan mmo) etc.

I focus mostly on writing these days though.

I have sprited and worked under the following names, though now im just Kitsunami.

CyberFox
Fatale Feline
BlackKat
Snowfur
KitFox

And no, i dont claim originality on those names. Most likely if you see some fantastic spritework by one of those, it probably wasnt mine. All thats mine is upped into my image gallery now.

Disclaimer:

I dont claim to own star trek and the likes, nor its concepts. They are the properties of paramount and so forth.

The few star-trek themed images are fan-made concepts.