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Story 5

At the moment story 5 is still in a rough stage. The next tab will show all of the dialogue but with out its format. The other tab will lead to the story in its correct format, but that format still needs some work. I am looking for a way to create an segment of java script which allows for on-click changing of divs, but it needs to move forward through a list of number divs in order but at the current moment, I am unsure how to create such a script.

Story 5

At the moment story 5 is still in a rough stage. The next tab will show all of the dialogue but with out its format. The other tab will lead to the story in its correct format, but that format still needs some work. I am looking for a way to create an segment of java script which allows for on-click changing of divs, but it needs to move forward through a list of number divs in order but at the current moment, I am unsure how to create such a script.

Story 5

"So..." B "So, what's up?" R "Where are we going?" B "North?" R "Wait, so like where up North?" B "Well North." R "What did that guy say?" B "Something about North and changing two roads." R "Ok so lets do that." R "What are we going to do?" B "Drive." R "I know that part. What do humans do on rides?" B " For the most part, they talk and listen to radios." R "What's a radio?" B "Well as I've seen its a device that plays recordings of human bands. They have been around for awhile." R "So we just turn it on and music comes out?" B "Yep." R "Ok." B "So are you going to turn it on?" R "What?" B "The radio!" R "Oh yeah!" B "It's right there." R "Okay, how do I do it?" B "Wow, you really have no clue. Ok, right here is the power and right here you can tune the channel. " R "Channels?" B "Yeah, like different music channels. Different music plays on different stations." R "Oh, I think I understand. So some channels play happy animals, I mean humans, and others play sad animals. Ok, its on." B "I'm glad you could figure that out." R "These people are really angry." B "It's called metal." R "Wait, I thought metal is what you make things out of? What do you mean?" B "Hmm, that's just what its called. I guess it has to do with how angry everyone is. Like they are angry and thats hard like metal?" R "That makes no sense." B "I know. Humans never do." R "Hey, did you see that?" R "What? The tree? It was just so tall!" B "No, the man in that car. In the blue car." R "Oh him, what about him?" B "Have you ever seen such a fat human?" R "Wait what? That's a human? I thought it was a hippo." B "What's going to happen?" B "What do you mean?" R "What's going to happen when we make it to her?" B "To who? The golden goddess? R "Yeah, her. Who else?" B "Good point." R "So?" B "I'm not sure. I hope she can help me and I hope you find what you are looking for." R "Me too. But what if it doesn't? What happens if she isn't there?" B "I don't know." R "So?" B "I don't have anything else." R "What do you mean?" B "I've been alive for hundreds of years. Nothing really means anything to me." R "But what about your life?" B " I don't want it any more." R

Story 5 Link

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Example Run through

As you open your eyes, a dense green canopy greets you. The sun is filtering in through the leaves and the branches seem to reach up to the sky. Birds sing from unknown locations and wind whistles through the area. For a second, your eyes close. Once again your eyes open. Nothing changes. It takes a second but your eyes are completely open. Its not that, its just that all the sun light is gone. The beautiful forest has been replaced by a dark nightmare. Suddenly your position on the ground feels vulnerable. Darkness seems to be creeping towards you. What would you do? Your eyes close once again, in the hopes that this is just a horrible nightmare. When your eyes open once again the bright forest will return and everything will be fine. A breath of relief escapes. You begin to open your eyes. Nothing. Nothing changed. You can see nothing. Then it hits. A wave of terror seeps into your body. The darkness seems to be alive and with every second it breaks into your body.With the last wave of darkness enveloping your body, your last thought was Why? The End

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Why I like games

I like games. I like experiencing stories that can take me away from my own life into another world. This stems from my love of reading books as a child. Those books brought me into a linear adventure that allowed me to see through the eyes of someone else. I cheshered those pages more than anything in the world. On my tenth birthday my parents bought for me my first game system and my first console games. With those first games, my love was born. I was a purple dragon running amounst a mythical world collecting as many gems as I could find. Sypro was my first adventure amounst a three demensional game that allowed for me to write my own adventure. As time went on my tastes began to change. I soon feel in love with Japenese style role playing games. Their cartoony visuals reminded my of my passion for art while their entense story book feel brought me into an amazing adventure. For the most part, these games were extally what I wanted in my life at that moment. Games became my medium of chioce. Tv shows and moives became boring, there was no interaction. Music was inmersive but lacked a visual component. I still chesired books but they offered me a taste of another world and as soon I as began to enjoy it, the book was over. But video games were different. The offered an entire world to explore and gave me hours to play with in it. Nothing came close to that experience and for that I want to make games. I want to create worlds for people just like me to experience. I want to make games that act as a gateway for the imagnation.

Video Game Blog Entries

Through a series of blog entires I will discuss several interesting aspects of
video game's I am playing today. I play games for fun but I also like to look
at game from a critcal stand point. Most games are fun to play but I like to
about what makes a specific game special. I like to play a varitey of different
games that can range from complew role playing games to intense first person
shooters and everything in between. I like cutting zombies in half just as
much as getting three head shots in a row.

I hope each entry gives insight as to why each game I play is memorable or
in some cases, not.

Fable 1 - 6 Bastion 1 - 5 Batman 1

Work in Progress

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This page will be completed soon.

Story 4

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The First Assignment

NMD 203
Ch1 Lock Exercise #3
Ch2 Lock Exercise #3

Ch 1
3.)
-My lead is a young female teenager lost in the woods, with no idea how she got there.
-Her objective is to leave the woods and make it back to her house before night falls.
-She is confronted by a stray wolf who opposes her not because he is evil but because he is hungry.
-The ending will be a knockout when the lead nearly is attacked by the wolf and makes it out of the woods.

Ch 2
3.)
In the plot above the lead character is thrust threw the first door in the begging of the story.
She is not in a safe place and must adapt to this new environment.
There could be glimpses back before the first door but as the story opens the character is already
threw the door. The second door will be passed through as the lead sees the exit of the woods
and the wolf comes near. Once the lead starts to run for the exit,
the final conflict between the wolf and the lead will occur.
When that conflict ends, the story will begin to end.

Five Story Ideas
Home Work

Jordan Guy NMD 203 5 Story Ideas 1. What if ? : What if we had wings? What would our world look like if we could fly? Would we still use cars or something similar? Would we use the same sources of energy? Like how would history look if everyone could fly? Would our homes be in the air? How would warfare look like? If we were to resemble angels what would be in heaven? How would the ability to fly change how a drama plays out? 2. Defeat At the end of World War Three, America has lost. China attack our country and we lost. Millions of people have died. The government is in shambles and most people have given up on the idea of a society. Every man decides to fight for himself. America was the only victim in this war but China imposed a strict embargo on entering their victim. None of the Chinese Army was on American. But no one was entering the country and no one could leave. America was left alone. 3. The List - Flying down a hill. (Long boarding and skiing invoke amazing feelings.) -Loud Class Room. (I have been in a lot of class rooms through my life.) -Being wet. (The moment climbing out of a pool. My body feels like a sponge slowly deflating.) -Running in the woods. ( Losing my self in the moment. Not always thinking about life, just running) 4. Hear it I have been listing to a lot of dubstep lately and it involves sudden tempo changes and other music altering traits which include rewinding sequences and changing the volume. I was thinking that what if a stories plot was mapped after those rapid changes. Maybe rewinding the plot during the story, maybe increasing the excitement with almost no lead up. Going from completely calm into insane action and then blossoming outward would be very interesting in a stories plot. 5. Opening Lines List of possible opening lines. The End ( and then right back wards. Start with the end and work towards the beginning.) The remnants of his brain dripped down my wall. ( Who killed this person? Why did it happen?) I am afraid for you. (Why? Its an interesting opening) I gave in to it. It pulled me and it tugged at my very being. ( What is it?)

Ch. 9
Exercise 2

Jordan Guy NMD 203 5 Story Ideas Bartholomew- Beliefs- Bartholomew, or Bart, is my new character. Bart has a very simple set of beliefs, in that he believes everything has a purpose. This steams from his origin of thinking. During a spill of toxic material into his water supply, Bart, who happens to be a monkey, drinks that material and thinks his first thought. He believes that happened for a reason so everything that followed that moment happens for a reason. Values- Because of Bart's creation, he is not adapted to society as a whole. He does not really under stand the concept of lying, so finding someone who tells the truth is something he values. He values his friendship with Ragnar because of that fact. Ragnar does not need to lie because of the society he was raised in. Above all Bart values friendship and the truth. Dominant Attitudes- Bart is trusting, he does not understand deceit and the concept of mistrust because of how he entered society. He believes everything happens for a reason and because of that he tries to understand the reason behind other peoples actions. If he doesn't understand something, he does not like it. It is as simple as that. Opinions - Bart believes that humans as a whole are silly. He doesn't understand why people act the way they do. If Bart wants something, he tries to get it. He doesn't understand why people would not act upon what they feel. To Bart most of a humans interactions with other humans are odd because of all of their lies and deceit and just their concept of a 'society'. Bart and Ragnar say what they want and <act upon their feelings.

Character Bio

Name = Ragnar Commonly know as Rag Age = 1,238 Species = Homo Sapien Birth Place = Unknown, Some where on an island near England Bio = Born in the year 773, Ragnar was born to a common Viking woman with an unknown father. He grew up like any other viking child. He learned to fight and quickly learned how to survive. When he turned ten, he was allowed on his first raid. After that day, he grew up quickly and rose in the ranks within his tribe. He fought in the name of his gods and brought great prosperity to his tribe. Unfortunately a much larger tribe invaded their territory and offered a choice. Either join up or die. Ragnar, like the other members of his tribe, made their choices quickly. With this new tribe came, gross and disgusting men. Ragnar lost all of his standing and was forced to fight for any chance of helping his family and friends survive. With each fight, Ragnar earned more respect but every member of the new tribe still hated him for his strength. During the end of May, 793, the new tribesmen hatched a plan. They planed to remove Ragnar permanently from their tribe and in doing so regain control over their tribe. A raid was planed, bigger than any raid before it. Their destination was an island called Lindisfarne owned and controlled by the British. Their ships left their shores on the 15 of June, 793. Warriors prepared for battle in their usual way, calling upon their bloodlust and saying any final prayers to the gods. When their ships ran a ground, every warrior ran towards the settlement. Ragnar was the first warrior to reach the village. With one powerful kick, he broke the gates down. Warriors rushed in around him, slaughtering everything in their path. Ragnar slowly walked forward, searching for an opponent. Every where around him blood was spilling upon the ground. Men, women and children alike were dying at the hands of the other tribes men. But Ragnar could not find the settlement's warriors, no one was fighting back. This was wrong. In other raids, Ragnar's tribe fought warriors. It was an honest fight, not a slaughter. Rangar had to stop this. He turned his axes upon the nearest enemy viking. They fell to his steel, one after another. Their screams of anguish reached the ears of their fellows and soon they all turned upon Ragnar. He killed one after another until thirty men stood around him. The circle of foes stood still, Ragnar waited. The village still screamed as every wounded causality saw the flames. Some one manged to set the settlement on fire. Ragnar stood still, the men around him began to make their choices. Some ran, the rest rushed Ragnar. With in moments the only man standing was Ragnar. He emerged from the remains of the settlement alone. The boats were gone. Ragnar looked up to the sky and screamed. " My, My, what a mess you have made." Ragnar turned around. A tall slim figure approached Ragnar slowly. He had a knowing smile and looked down his nose at Ragnar. "So, you killed your fellow warriors but you did mange to kill forty-seven of them." Ragnar stood silent. The man shrugged, " Its an impressive feat none the least, so I have an idea. Do you want to live?" "Yes," Ragnar looked at the mans face, but for some reason he could not identify what features he actually had. It's like they were shifting constantly, Ragnar knew that this was no ordinary man. "Well as a gift, because of your warrior prowess, you can now live forever. I will also give you another gift but that will be a surprise." Within a single blink, the man disappeared. Ragnar closed his eyes. When he awoke, everything was larger. The frame of the broken down gate now towered far above his head. Everything was far above his head, he was no longer seeing anything in the same way. Ragnar began to realize, he was at least half of his previous height. Something had happened, he assumed that man, shrunk him down. A sinking suspicion began to crept into Ragnar's mind. That man, the man with the shifting features, was Loki. The god of fire was also know as the trickster god. What he disguised as a gift was actually a curse. 1200 or so, years later Ragnar could feel the liquor in his stomach. His brain was muddled and his vision was shaky. The steering wheel shook violently as he tried to see over the the top of the dash board. Perhaps driving was not the best idea. Well at least while he was this drunk. Most people avoided the large bio-hazard truck barreling down the street, so thus Ragnar was given quite a wide birth on the road. He made it through several intersections and made it down a hill. As he went faster and faster, everything he could see became blurry. With a crash, everything stopped well except for Ragnar. The truck itself came to a standstill, as Ragnar flew out of the window. His helmet broke the window with ease, but nothing helped as Ragnar slid upon his face. The pain was almost unbearable as most of his face was ripped off. Within moments, Ragnar ran out of momentum and he sat up. A bright light flashed over his face as his entire face re-grew. The only upside to having an immortal body was that most pain was over in seconds. His new eye balls took a second to readjust but as soon as they did Ragnar assessed the situation. The truck he had been driving was internally connected to another truck and his truck had been leaking a thick green fluid all over the ground. He looked around, hoping he was the only injured. Ragnar hated causing others deaths. But the only thing he could see was a furry brown lump on the ground. He walked over to the lump. It was actually a monkey. Ragnar smiled, this could be interesting. With one swift movement, Ragnar threw the unconscious monkey over his shoulder.

Character Bio

Name = Bartholomew Commonly know as Bart Age = 11 Species = Pan troglodytes verus Commonly know as a Chimp Birth Place = Outer Circle, Regent's Park, London, England Bio = Born in the London Zoo, Bart has never seen the outside world. His parents both tried to tell him of their jungle but he really never understood the importance. When he was four years old, his parents were transferred out of his Zoo, never to be seen by Bart again. For the next four years Bart kept to himself and stayed away from every other chimp. His missed his parents, more importantly he missed his mom. He claimed one tree all to himself. The Zoo keepers started to worry about his actions but they weren't sure what to do. Crowds tended to watch the other monkeys play, totally ignoring Bart all together, but he didn't care. He missed out on making friends and pretended like he didn't want any. He had his tree. On a Thursday, Bart climbed to the top of his tree. He looked up the sky and began to watch clouds move. At first he didn't flee it, but then he noticed a small girl had been throwing things at him. The girl wound up and let go another projectile fly. Bart caught it. On instinct he put the object in his mouth. An explosion of sugar and the crunch of a nut thrilled his taste buds. After a quick moment of ecstasy, all Bart could think was that he wanted more. The most import thing in that moment was the pile of goodness in that little blond girl's hand. With a leap and a bound, Bart moved from the top of the tree to as close to the girl as possible. She smiled and did a joy filled hope, the monkey came to her! She threw another candied peanut. Bart eagerly jumped and caught it in his mouth. One after another the girl threw and Bart tried his best to eat every one. For the first time Bart was happy. For awhile the girl and the monkey played their game. Eventually the girl ran out off food and had to leave, but she left with a smile and wave. Bart went to sleep happy. The next day, the girl came back and the next, and the next. For a month that little girl came and played with Bart until both parties were exhausted. She was the closest thing Bart ever had to a friend. He missed her when she left but he knew she would come back. Until she didn't. But he knew she would be back. For two days, Bart didn't sleep due to the fear she would be back while he was sleeping. On the third day, she returned. For the first time, she was not smiling. Bart didn't know what was wrong, but he ran up to her like normal. She uttered two words, " Find me."Bart didn't understand but he understood the body language. She threw something at Bart's feet. It was flat and extremely thin and not edible, but Bart picked it up anyway. What he didn't understand at the moment, was that in his hand he held a map. The girl ran. Bart sat still as she left the park. Bart didn't move. He didn't move for an entire week. The monkey zoo keeper looked on with a worried face. He saw that monkey siting in the same spot for six days straight. He knew something had to be done. With a simple call, he decided to transfer the still monkey to a special animal hospital, in the fear that the poor guy had a form of animal depression. The transfer truck was scheduled to arrive the next day. On the seventh day, the truck arrived. Zoo keepers entered the monkey inclosure and slowly approached Bart from the behind. Bart didn't care as they put him to sleep and carried him into the truck. He didn't put up a fight, because he was way too tired to even care. Bart awoke on the floor of the truck. The bindings holding him had given way and upon his fall, he awoke. Slowly he stood up and left through the open door. A shock went threw his body, in response Bart jumped up on to the roof of the truck. The ground was covered in a layer of green slime and Bart's foot was covered with it. With a violent shake, he forced the slime off. Another violent shock went threw his body. Bart barely had the strength to stand, but he manged to climb away from the slime. Moments from the ground, another shock rippled through his body. This last shock dropped him to the ground. Stars filled his eyes and with in moments he lost consciousness once again.

Story 1 First Draft

This a box with words in it
With some more words
This is where all my info would go.
Like this block would display all my info about the story.

Story 1 Second Draft

My first story can be more than one story.
And because of the way the story plays out
it can't be read in one siting. So on the
next tab one run through the story is
shown but to read the story in its entirity
go to the last tab.

Story Two Idea
HomeWork

Jordan Guy
NMD 203
Story 2 Idea

From the original story of Godfather Death, a child has Death as a god father and
because of that death gives him a gift. For the rest of his life, the child can heal anyone
who death says still has life with in them. For my story I am considering taking this story
into the modern day and age with modern medicine and within a modern day hospital. But of
instead of ending the story when the child tries to trick death, what if the main character
tries to stop death from taking more people during a plague out break? What if he challenges
death for the lives of everyone in his hospital? What if the main character and death are locked
in a struggle but not because one is evil and the other is not, but because of how fate and life
exists within our world. Im not sure how the story would end but as of right now, have the main
character give up his life for his patients seems too ordinary.

Story Two
Rough Draft

Jordan Guy NMD 203 Story 2 Rough Draft -Need a name for the doctor A modern day doctor is working through the ranks at a hospital in Boston, Mass. He was recently awarded a new position and is responsible for most of the people that come in. Need to look up what his position would be called. So far under his watch no one has ever died. But one day he walks into the emergency room to see a victim of a car crash on the operate ring table. Everything was normal except at the mans feet stood a shrouded man. No one seemed to notice the man, except for the doctor. He looks around puzzled. No one is allowed in the operating room except for the doctor and his staff. He walks up to the shrouded man and says, "Sir, you can not be here. You need to leave now." A member of the doctors staff says, "Who me? What do you mean?" The doctor replies, " This gentlemen right here." Every member of his staff just looks at him. One of the residents finally pips up, "Who are you talking about sir?" The doctor gestures wildly and says, "Him! Right" his hand passes threw the man, "here." -The shrouded man is death, who is his godfather. Death has forever been at the doctors side but he was never required to show himself, until this day. Death will explain that in a interactive format. -The doctor's father gave his sons soul to Death in exchange for a little more time in his life. But because of this Death decides to help the doctor because the doctor belongs to Death anyway. Its a experiment on Deaths part, he's trying to understand the human character. I think a flash back in the form of a link will be how this part of the story is told. -The doctor then is afraid of death but keeps his sprite up and tries to save as many people as possible. -The main plot revolves around a plague or some sickness taking over most of the city population. Death wants his victims but the doctor wants to save as many people as possible. Thats where the main struggle comes from. -Not sure how to end it yet.

Story Two
Rough Draft

Jordan Guy NMD 203 Story 2 Rough Draft 2 As the boat enters the harbor, Bart throws up over the side of the ship. Rag pats Bart's back and slowly says, "Let it out, you'll be fine..." Bart briefly looks up and opens his mouth as if to speak but another wave of nausea interrupts what ever he planed to say. With a slow realization, Rag decides that, "Maybe we should wait to drink until we reach land. Either way, you still owe me ten dollars." The boat docks with out an issue and the passengers from the interior. Some stumble as their new found sea legs suddenly encounter solid ground once again. As passengers were met by family and friends, two people moved apart from the crowd. Bart and Rag had no family to meet with and no friends to visit. Bart had a small bag upon his back pocket full of money. He glanced at Rag and asked, "Where's your luggage? What happened to the stuff you packed?" "I did." "So where is it?" Bart looked around wildly. "We drank it all on the ship, duh." "That was all you brought?" "Well Bart," Rag stopped and looked up at Bart, "you said bring the essentials, so I brought all the ale I could carry ." Bart just stopped and stared. " So no clothes, no money, and nothing other than the ale?" "Yep." "Great." Bart sighed and looked into the distance. So with little to no money, they needed a place to stay. Bart had some ideas but he had no idea what would actually work. Sleeping under trees had always worked before but there was nothing green for as far as the eye could see. Basically all they need was something over there heads. "Rag, where are we sleeping?" "Well in my day, we would enter a home kill all the men and rape any women. If we were tired we would sleep in the bed. Can we do that?" "Nope. Not going to work." "Why not?" " I think people frown upon pillaging these days." " Oh," Rag looked away from Bart and eyed a bridge in the distance. "What about that?" "Yah, ok. That'll work," Within an hour, Bart had arranged himself under the bridge and quickly fell asleep. Rag stood erect and watching. The sun arose. Most people woke up and began their days, forever moving forward. Bart and Rag stood still. "They always run about." Rag watched as a man, in a gray suit, walked by without a glance. "Where do you think he's going?" Bart replied, "I don't know, want to find out?" "Sure." Rag started by pushing through the crowds, Bart followed in his trail. The man in the gray suit moved around a corner and paused. Rag ran into his legs. Gray suit, turned around and looked wildly about. Once he gave up, he returned to his original path. Bart and Rag emerged from the underneath the near by bench. "Don't run into him next time." Rag stood his ground. " I meant to run into him!" " Did you mean to hide under a bench, once he saw you?" "You forced me under it! Next time I will cleave the man through his waist. Then you will see!" Bart gave up. Rag fiercely walked forward, pushing aside anyone in his way. Bart watched Rag's pink hat as he hurried away. The gnome moved fast when he was angry. As Bart sighed, he noticed his reflection. His coat was in need of grooming but his tail stood tall. They made a strange traveling pair, a monkey and a viking lawn gnome, but they worked. Follow Bart and Rag's story on the Story Three tab and view the map to find more of the story.