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BLUE ROGUES. DO WHAT YOU CAN TO HELP THESE GUYS OUT.
Idea put to paper, finally managed to recapture it. Definitely working the Star Trek angle with this one; thinking scoutship- frigate. About the size of the YB-49 bomber.
In the course of conceptualizing a lot of this whole universe to make the stories I want to tell seem plausible, engaging, and thrilling, I have discovered something:
Writing alt-historical fiction is as hard as making shit up for yourself. It’s almost at a point where I could change names and redraw maps and it wouldn’t matter.
It loses a little of its necessary edge that way, though. For instance, I’ve been plotting out that the Britannic Imperium, one of this story’s primary driving forces, is constituted of the remnant of Romans that fled the capital after the fall of their empire (here called the Hegemony).
What happens to cause not only the empire’s collapse, but a mass exile and exodus to what would become Londinium? What’s the difference between the Prime Minister and the Praetor here?
Still working on the background details here, which is why I haven’t shown much of my work here lately.
It may be a heartwarming adventure story, but a play still needs a prop in the background worth a damn.
More on this later.
I’m a dirty cop who’s gonna get busted. But I’m also Woody Harrelson, so it’s even.
I make road trip across great U.S and A to make documentary of cultural learnings for my home country of Kazakhstan. I also meet Pamela Anderson to marry her and to make her my wife. It’s very nice!
Does MarbleHornets count?
Who framed Roger Rabbit. Not sure if good or bad.
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home!
So I get a new starship and all my buddies back. Fuck yeah.
Mathieu’s car, the First Step, is an older ‘39 Duesenberg Model 8-C. Tooled and retooled again, the original canary yellow paint has long since been stripped and battered away, given an amateur coat of silver paint, and had its Cascade hover-jet tweaked for longer air time.
He hopes this will give him an edge in the Grand Prix being held in Lisbon, Portugal, in the upcoming week.
There’s a hidden pun here if anyone is familiar with old turns-of-phrase…
If it was possible to meaningfully make love to a car, this would be that car. Goddamn, this thing is out of every pulp fiction fan’s dreams; certainly mine.
THe bog-standard Imperial Close-Range, Short-Range fighter, launched in squads from Implacable battleships or en masse off of Regent-class Assault Carriers. On the account of the quad Brownings in the nose and the twin guns in the intake sockets, the planes are commonly called ‘Spitfires’ by German pilots…
Other, less savory clients have managed to acquire these fighters.
THIS IS IMPORTANT.