Novel Name:This is the Deal, a Multiverser novel.
Hero: Buck Stewart, Southron, fixer/scrounger, big guy, a bit overweight.  Tight cut hair.
This novel uses some of the ideas of OMW, and Fear Squad.  There is an Aztec immigrant culture.
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Novel Name: Stairstep Beyond the Stars
Hero: Jeffrey MacTaggart

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Let's try something a bit smaller in the way of an outline.  These thirty scene novels are a pain.  I need to bite off something a bit smaller.

This will start with Victorian London, but its going to play fast and loose enough that I should just call it somewhere else.

Scene One: Little Girl Blue in a Snowbank in a Great City. Our heroine is new to versing, but she has some training as a witch.  She tries to get help for the child, but the only help that seems offered is for her to become a mistress, and even that is denied by an older man embarrassed as his nephew's behavior.

Scene Two: Duel with the North Wind.  Unlike the earlier version of this I wrote, she survives.

Scene Three: Disgusted with the upright, and with men in this world, she seeks help from the Sisters in Shadow.

Scene Four: She joins the Sisters, and things seem well at first.

Scene Five: But the little girl ne'er gets well, and indeed is weakened after her meds, and remembering something of G. Washington and bleeding, she questions the meds of the day....only to find out that the meds are damaging hallucinogens.  The girl is being used as a portal for Things Unnatural to Pass into our world.  Only a person near death, mostly innocent, and with their conception of reality severely distorted can let these Lovecraftian things thru.  She finds this out from the bitter old pharmacope in the bassement.

Scene Five: Horrified, she sets out to leave with the girl.  But she is beset by Minions of Tentacled Squamousness. A dire prophecy is told her,...you will never leave the door of this house.

So she looses her temper, and goes all American on them.  She calls the North Wind, gives it back its name, and gives the house and most of the inhabitants to it, and destroyes the house.

Scene Six: She gets a job in a Satanic, so to speak, mill.  Its hard, but then she finds out that her nurse for the day doses the babies with laudanum to keep them from crying.

Scene Seven: She is approached at her lowest point by a darkly terrifying man who offers her  power and wealth if she just sign on the dotted line.  She refuses.  He points out that she had made promises to the Dark Powers.  She corrects him, a promise, and also points out that giving the Sisters to the North Wind could be considered a fulfillment of that promise.

He laughs, and then hits her.

Scene Eight: Princess Vickie walks in.  "Master Armand that was not needful." "Apologies, highness, but it was.  She is the sort to choose the easy path, not worthy of your kindness." 'Well, that's what makes it mercy, sir." "She will turn to evil." "It is possible. the potential is there.  But so it other potentials. Now leave us."

Our heroine is bug-eyed.

Scene Nine: "I know of you. I've investigated  you with scrying spells and visionary dreams.  Women of Two Worlds.  And yet you save a child lost in the snow."
"Can you save?"
"You are without understanding.  Do a service for me and do it well, and this child will have food and warmth and love. Fail, and there are many who need my help who will be wiser."
Filled with dislike, our heroine accepts.

Scene Ten: 'See in my glass, this farm lady, o'er plump, with no children.  See her husband unhappy.'
"Now see the cause..." Younger farm girl getting a doctor in the Great City to give her an abortion that results in barrenness.
"Now see the result..." Husband wanting children to work, to carry on his name, to love. "Who'll take care of us imn our old age?"  He tries not to blame her, but she had a bad 'tude and that makes it hard.

Scene Eleven: Our heroine is magically inserted into farm girl's life as farm girl.  She has spell to use in case hubby gets frisky.  She is to learn how to be a good farm girl, and to get her husband enthused about adopting.

Scene Twelve: She utterly fails, and gets slapped as result. Flees in dream to vickie who explains what she did wrong which is not what she expected.

Scene Thirteen: Does somethign right.  Husband tightlipped and watchful.  Our heroine continues behavior over several weeks.

Scene Fourteen: One last test of being a good wife.  Succeed.

Scene Fifteen: Delivering the little girl to her new mother.  Our heroine makes mistake and knows a bit too much about house of theirs, but its covered up.

Scene Sixteen: As leaving house with Vickie and in her own body, Vickie tossed several gold coins down and digs them into the dirt along with a spear tip, and a fragment of chain mail so that the next time the farmer plows he will be sure to find gold from a 'lost bit of Middle Ages treasure.'

Princess Vickie offers her a spot on her staff as one of her messengers.  'We try in what little way we can to fix what is broken.  Mercy to heal, and righteousness to make whole and strong.  I do not want the prideful and greedy, nor the hatefilled and treacherous, nor those so compassionate that they have lost sense for it can be a hard job which calls for hard choices.  But I could use a woman like you on my Messengers."

Dead Tree Walking, a Multiverser (r) novel
By Eric R. Ashley and John M.

Prologue: In italics. This is a description of what happened in the world.  How the ship Lauren (from the Verses New book) grounded on shore, and a seed escaped.  The 'sink or go back' orders were sent the week afterwards.  It took another week for them to be taken seriously.  But by then it was already too late.

Scene One: The Verser arrives in the middle of a deserted street in the early morning.  He looks about, and then sees an armored up garbage truck racing toward him.  He gets out his rifle, and his drone buddy from the valet bot behind him, preparing to fight.
"Come on, if you don't want to be fertilizer."

Verser has three worlds, Earth, Light Infantry Drone Corporal in the Martian Infantry, and he can call on the fighting skill of David and the strength of Samson.  He is a big picture guy, curious, idealistic to a fault.  He can easily get in over his head.

Scene Two: Up on the roof with his new friends, sniping 'rotters', tree zombies, as he gets some facts, and he tosses them some facts.

Scene Three: Next day on the roof, more sniping, and he realizes the zombies are ineluctably drawn to sound.  "What would happen if we built a big gong? Drew them to one end of town, into a building, and ..."  The two hosts are at first opposed, but then they go off to argue in private.  They come back with a yea.

Scene Four: Go sneak out, and steal a small truck for the metal for the gong.  He gets it, pushes it, and zombies rustle, and then the garbage truck comes running, gets hooked up, and away they go.  More conservative brother angry.  Other brother says 'this is not enough for me.  I need more than just a safe place.'

Scene Five: Older brother and verser in quiet.  "Look, I had to get my bro to leave his wife behind.  It was hopeless. Truly.  But ever since then, he's got a hole in his heart.  I truly wish you were a girl from some other reality.  So we're going on your mad quest, but I'm going cuz my bro needs a wife.  Me, I'm ten years older and don't much care.  I like the quiet and the shooting.  No TV, no taxes, no bs from a boss.  You okay with this?"

Scene Six: Let the Gong Ring!! The house is nearly full, and the younger bro is off to light the house on fire....when another horde of zombies show up.  Open battle...which begins to draw the zombies from in the house, out.
the younger bro needs to get up from hiding an dlight the house.  Meanwhile the other two are in an open battle with thirty zombies in the street.  Verser has to sacrifice his valet bot to get clear.

Scene Seven: Most zombies are gone. Snipe the last of them.  Now what?  "I heard rumors of an Amish farms up the road..."

Scene Eight: Zombies jumping off cliffs on top of the garbage truck.  fight on top of moving garbage truck as zombies start to defile food with their 'fluids'.

Scene Nine: Sorry, we can't take you in.  We took in a dozen kids last week, and their Sunday school teacher.  We are on practically starvation rations.

Scene Ten: As leave, zombies attack the stout Amish.  Despite angery, fellow feeling triumphs due to Christian love.  They go back to help.  Still have to leave.  Do see that the Amizh are very good zombie killers.

Scene Eleven: High Up, in the woods, as garbage truck breaks down.  Fear of things in the trees around them.  Use of campfire's logs to hold back zombies as truck gets gixed.

Scene Twelve.  "I have a plan." and "lets go way up high." and "Yep, this could work."

Scene Thirteen: Digging a ditch, and chopping trees.

Scene Fourteen: Plowing a field, and then lighting the fires.

Scene Fifteen:  Setting the State Forrest on fire.  Hopefully a controlled blaze.  Much shrieking of zombies.

Scene Sixteen: Go back to Amish, and inform them that they are now 'kinda safe' and can work on their food more rather than on security.  Tell the AMish that they don't want in, all they want is some food, and some filtered gasoline.  Because they've killed a couple thousand zombies in the last week, and they've decided to start a business in zombie killing.

The End.

Men of Influence, a Multiverser (r) novel.
By Eric Ashley

Note: This was brought on by some thought about True Blood.  About how if some vamps came out of the closet and tried to negotiate with the pols, the pols would want protection from Dark Powers.  But then the pols would be more uncomfortable with the Light than with the Dark (and in True Blood, this is shown by having the Church of th eSun as baddies).

Scene One: Our hero is cleansing  a house of 'memory spots' when dark-suited men show up to take him away.

Fred Kensington III, or "Triple" is a laid-back, humor-seeking man inclined to mouth off when he is bored, angered, or nervous.  He talks to himself a lot, and can be harsh to himself.  He's red-headed, balding, wears glasses up on his forehead, and checked shirts.  He's also full of faith as he realizes that God is so much greater than he is.  He's familiar with different types of Biblical 'magic'....gifts, Samson/David, quote and go, and trust in the Protection of God and his leading.

"For little ol me....?"

Scene Two: "Mr. Kensington, you're joining this group."  Inside is three others of spiritual/Christian nature.  They meet, but quickly decide that Something Awful is about.  So they pray.

They have a vision of teeth.

Scene Three: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Reverends, Pastors,....we in the gov't of the Federated States have an unprecedented situation.  We don't know how to begin...."
Some strange looking guy stands up.
"You have vampires."
"How...?"
"Lets not get derogatory..."
"Mr. Speaker, I am a member of the Greek Orthodox Church.  I have over twenty years of scholarly research on occult manifestations.  Despite all the nuances one can bring to the subject, and there are many, I also concur with the young man who has visions."
"Very well. The Sanguinarii have made themselves known to us.  Having seen their formidable powers of persuasion, we thought to enlist you and yours to shield us..."
"So when do we kill them?"  Asks a large, Viking sort of man who ran a men's ministry to build houses

Those who agree with this man are shuffled off to the side.

Scene Four: Meeting the vampires with the pols.  Putting a stop to some vampire shenanigans.

Scene Five:  "We need to save their souls"....this group is also set aside as our hero wisecracks.

Scene Six: Meeting between the survivors, with religious fight, one righteous, one stupid.  A notice that the group is far smaller.

Scene Seven: More dealmaking, and someone righteous opposes part of the deal as immoral.  The pols try toseparate them, but the goood refuse.

Scene Eight: The Righteous are holed up.  A lady pol, young, comes to them, and tells them of the bad news.  The pols hate them for telling the pols to stop cheating.  Come with her if you want to live.

Scene Nine: They come, and it turns out the girl is in love with her vampire prince.  The vamps intend to slay the Righteous, and then bend or destroy the pols.  Lots of fireworks, and WARRE.

Scene Ten: Meet with the pols. The pols don't want to believe the vamps tried to betray them because that means tossing themselves into the mercy of the Righteous who are going to insist on honest gov't..

Scene Eleven: Half of the pols sneak out....and get ganked by the vamps or turned into bots.  A few of the Righteous try to rescue them but are turned back by an angel saying 'they have made their choice'.

Scene Twelve: "All right, all right, you're right." The rest of the pols yecield.  Barricading occurs on physical and spiritual levels.

Scene Thirteen: The Pols make a deal, and let the vamps in.  The pols have forged a contract to protect themselves and teh vamps recognizing poweer, have acceded.

Now to kill the Righteous.

Mass war. Righteous win. Vamps and pols die.  Last words 'there are more of us..."

Scene Fourteen: The beginning of the new order as Righteous have performed a coup, and now Triple is President.  Have him do a few things, and fade out.

I told the game designer, M.J. Young that I'd try to have a novel out by Christmas.  Setting myself a bit of a difficult goal here.  Not sure if I'm ready, but the mere trying will help me, I think.

First question: How new is the verser. Brand new, done it a bit (like Misty), or superhuman (like World a Week Tadeusz)?

I think I choose brand new.

One idea I have is of a widower who lost his wife to a car crash where she left him angry.  Three years later, and he dates occasionally, but mostly just engages in hobbies (which are??).

Verse out.

He arrives in a world much similar to ours.  Some problems are cured, some are new problems, and other things are just weird....like the National Lacrosse Pro Championships being held at the Dallas Bowl in front of a hundred thousand screaming fans.  There are no Mid East terrorists because nuclear power is widespread, and so the Blow Myself to Peace's crowd doesn't have the cash to get into serious trouble.

I need to come up with a couple things where the new timeline made the wrong decision.

Then he sees Her. His old wife, but she's alive in this timeline.  At first he's facsinated, then overcome and  he starts stalking her.

There is going to be some fighting.  She's going to go on a few dates with him.  She finds him odd, but oddly knowing.  But she's really more interested in a local Vampire.  Or is it the Pack Leader of the Werewolves.  Hard to say.

He confronts her at a bar, telling her these odd freaks are bad news.  She tells him to get lost 'you can't tell me what to do' nonsense when its clear to anyone with eyes that these guys are Trouble.

She calls for help, Trouble comes. Trouble gets angry with her.  She asks for help from our hero.  He's about to offer it, when he gets tossed across the room.  She then begs Trouble to let him live 'he's just a punk, I only love you.'  He agrees, but as soon as he and the girl are out of the room, Trouble's goons come in to play gallows music on our hero's skuil.

Our hero is dazed, but he realizes he's run into a supernatural force, and he reasons that if Satan has the powers, then God must also offer help, to make it fair.  So he starts out small, and starts piling up miracles until the two igors are down, and a vamp comes in, and the vamp gets turned to ash with fire.

Both sides disengage as both are dazed and dismayed.

Somewhere about this time, our hero runs into CDC researcher female who is studying outbreaks of new diseases.  Fact is, lets say our hero has one of these diseases.  He got it from his girl, who got it from a vamp.  See the vamps are old, have ancient viruses, and also are promiscuous as all get out...perfect breeding ground for nasty viruses.

I think the hero is going to go rescue his girl with CDC in tow, only to find that the Pack have captured her.  So he goes off to the Pack, and CDC is further horrified ('ritual organ eating of losers and prey humans!!  Don't they know  how many dieeases spread that way?')

He confronts the Pack, and makes his case. The Pack listens, impressed by his power and courage as a 'tasty human snack treat' to deal with them on their home turf.  He claims the girl.  The Pack Leader is considering it when the girl says 'don't I get a say?'

Our hero is fumbling toward a 'no' when out from the shadows walks the spiritual leader of the Pack, a hideous creature with a staff.

"She has her rights."

The vamps show up, and the vamp leader makes his plea.  Girl cannot make up her mind; CDC researcher swears under her breath.  Girl asks if she can have both guys.

Our hero stands up and says 'No.' The spiritual leader challenges him, and its revealed that the leader is a possessed werewolf zombie by some infernal spirit that is trying to provoke maximum chaos and destruction, with honeyed words.

Hero takes off with the girl. Girl tries to reconcile herself to getting with an Alpha Male Propher/Miracle Worker.  Its not as good as a vamp, or even a were but...

And then she gets dumped into a quarantine cell.

"I'm sorry.  Your, ahem, proclivities have led you to carrying seventeen separate contatious diseases, eleven of which are airborne, three of which could wipe out Humanity." Says the CDC researcher before she leaves to get dressed to go on a date with our hero.

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This is a subversion of Twilight and Anita Blake.  More of Blake.

Not sure if this is the novel to write.

I would suggest using the advantage of a Multiverser setting to your novel's advantage, and write about a verser's adventures in multiple universes (rather than just one).

Which universes, and which stories?  Perhaps you/we should look through the various stories you have written in Worldwalker game threads and in Practice Bits (here and on GO), select some number of the most promising ones, and thread them together into one overarching novel?

Perhaps we should all vote for our favorite settings and/or storylines... :)

That is one way to do it.  I did that with 'Beach with Dinosaurs' (terrible title).

Sure I'd be glad to have a vote.

Oak is suggesting a multiworld novel.  Now in the interest of keeping things from going on too long, I'd say only focus on one character rather than as Mark Joseph Yound did with Old Verses New and hit three characters.

I think a semi-experienced verser works best for this.

Chapter One: In Media Res: Brutal Slug Match with verser versing out.  Possibly start the book with a line on the order of "In eleven minutes, and fourteen seconds I was going to die.  Not that I knew it, for I was no seer, nor prognosticator, merely a man with a spatha sword in my right, and a heat dumper in my left.  I raised the dumper over the counter, and a thunderbolt of lazed photons struck out, and turned Mick Jackson to steam and flash cooked meat sauce.  The returning hail of fire chewed at the receptionist's desk..."

There needs to be some thematic unity.  In Ch. One, our hero, the PI is defending the daughter of a Sudanese pirate who left to become a Christian.  In the next, there needs to be some unity with the theme of 'seeking Truth brings enemies'.

Chapter Two: Visit to 20B Underground.  Its my world where everyone believes in overpopulation, and that they live in an earth w 20B people.  However, they each live in a huge complex underground that holds 2ob.  And there are many complexes.  And there are levels upon levels until we reach the surface world and meet one man, the Unacknowledged
Emperor of Earth.  There are no other people on the surface.  The Emperor is using the skimmed off wealth of 300B to terraform Mars and to build starships once he knows how terraforming works so that his descendants can rule the galaxy with Earth being a 'little mole hill'.

This takes a number of chapters.

One similarity is that the Pirate and the Emperor both claims that people are worthless, but don't want to let them go free, which suggess that people are more valuable to these dictators than they realize.

Next world:

Scene One:  Playing a video game fight scene in italics. Verse out at last bit in normal script.

Scene Two: Into the Temple of the Dying Sun area.  Blessed by ignorance.  He thinks he's playing a video game, and so he casts spells, which work because he thinks they should.

Scene Three: Arrives in troubled village. Offers to help for same reason.  Is cheered. Does very well with some girls because he thinks its foretold by the game that he will succeed with at least one.  This confidence and his 'heroism' brings him thru.

Scene Four: Looking for the Mound.

Scene Five: Facing the inside of the statues of the god of Justice and goddess of Mercy and realizing all too late, he can't get out.  This is real.  Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Scene Six: Scouting the Mound. Running from Crazy. Realizing at last second, 'hey that magic worked'.  Stands his ground. Gets info.

Scene Seven: Calling on the Gods, which is a bit hard for an atheist.  Meets one. Gets told that A. You're available and an idiot. B. You're not one of mine so why do I care if you get killed or not. C. Have we got a job for you!

Scene Eight: Bitter at the gods, he answers the front door, goes in, and meets the dustling.  Is forced to admit the god's exist to get power to destroy the undead.

Scene Nine: Skeleton with ring trap, is caught. Escapes. Tosses pebble to beat oil step, and then uses trap spike to climb past the pit.  Laughs. (He does not yet realize he is enjoying himself.)

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Setting: The Valley of the Phoenix; the First Finger; about the Second Knuckle (waterfall) is the city-state Nanjoram.  Three barbarian tribes lie about the city, the Na, the oRiame, and the Doskoi (across the river and up on the Highlands, the Doskoi were never really 'settled').

As the Empire of the Red Lords begins to fall due to lack of magic and lack of brutality, the outer cities are told to continue contributing, but their Legions will be removed for service deeper inland.

Now with the pots not being able to be sold across the Empire, there is not enoughwork in the city for everyone.

Worse, to find traces of magic, many are digging into the Tell of the City, and panning red glitter from the crushed stone.  This is treated very harshly, but all the richdo it,a nd get no punishment (else the rich would flee the city is the arguement).

This undermines the city walls.

A strange man in a hood hands out good gold coins bearing the image of The Dragon King.  He's hard to catch.

The Order of the Red Swords pretends its as strong asit ever was even as it limits its actions to save magic, and dyes hair bright red.

The Tower at Fingertip shows strange lights.

The Craticki cast magery by bueraucratic means and use mana very sparingly.

The oRiame can go berserk, sometimes.  The Na. use a 'pain and blood' brings lightning magic.  The Doskoi are radical autonomist flame priests.

Inside the City, the crumblingof the walls necessitates a firming.  This is created by bolts of light, steady, mirror reflected under ground....the power comes from blood magic.  Each drop of blood to Those Who Sit in Shadow Below comes closer to wakening them,and turning the area into a charnel house.

The magic dust from the ground is used by entertainers,circus folk and eateries and health mages.

I've written this idea up before but on the GO site.  It deals with electricity, lasers, and various forms of slavery.

Hero is pc builder.  He runs a small internet service and rebuilds pc's.  He's young, blonde headed, and his goal in life is the Perfect Wave.  At least for now.  Later is too hard to think about what with his mounds of student debt,and lack of jobs.  He is physically talented, strong enough, agile, with good balance, and cool perception as the worlds slows down...

Scene One: Surfing, wondering about the world on the other side of the water surface.  Some buds wave him in, and he takes his time to get a good wave, and come in strong.  Four buds ask him to come to party tonite...
"I don't have the cash..."
"De nada, man. Its a product demo party."
w"No, fifteen minutes speech, half hour tops. Here." He hands him a Scriff enabled flashing light.  Its a gimmick.
"K, but I swear if the beers are not cold, and the spokesy blowhards too long, you're taking me home.  Remember JJ, he listened to two hours on 'why you should support gov't' and all he got was a one ounce whiskey bottle, with fake whiskey in it."
JJ ducks his head, but then comes up.
"

Hero: Rangy, tshirt and tough over shirt and jeans and sneakers. Keith Vaughn. Christian who has had prayers answered.  bike messenger.

Scene One: Living in rent controlled city which means the landlord won't fix anything.  Our hero decides to mess about with the electricity on his own. Verse out.

Scene Two: Awakes on the sacrifice table.  Escapes.  Prays. Sees bike on edge of camp.  Can't get to it, if only he could jump the fire, but ....has feeling of safety. Decides to go for it when the others close in.  Jumps the flame. Flame roars up.

Scene Three: Unburnt, and new horde of warriors is coming in so he hits the bike and races away through the day on a wild and dangerous ride pursued by spear and shield armed maniacs who tend to be tall, unarmord, and athletic.

Scene Four: Tries to jump canyon on bike, but fails and goes into river long way below.  Fights river,loses bike. Floats downstream on log, unable to get out.  Gets fished out in the city by kindly sewer worker out cleaningthe harbor with a long pole and net.

Scene Five: Wants to refuse  help, but needs it so goes thru cobblestoned streets to a dirt alley and a very small, spider infested apartment with a wife and three kids.  Wife is upset 'now what stray kitten have you brought home'?  Wife mentions they don't have food to feed all the kids full meals, and they could 'Dig' (get magic dust from below which her husband strongly refuses.)  And then to his surprise, our hero hears himself saying 'make me the food first'.  He's horrified at himself, but it seemed right, still seems right, and if nothing happens he intends to give them all his coins which should be surely worth something.  Eyes wide, she does, and as Elijah....so a miracle happens here. There is food for all.

Scene six: He falls asleep to wide eyed children helping their mother.  In his exhaustion he dreams of having left stuff upriver, like his bike. He meets a cryptic hooded man in his dream.  "If the oven have no floor, nor fire, how then shall it not be broken up and made a ruin?"  He tries to ask 'why am I here?' but he can't and he awakes with a start.  Its time for dinner, and the same miracle happens which creeps him out a bit.  He's slept the day away.

Scene seven: Some immoral nastiness comes down his street, pushed by loud men in  group.  The sewerman goes fortht o stop it, but he is pushed back.  At that point, our hero has to intervene, and when asked who he is, he has no answer, but one of the kids says 'he's the Sleeping Prophet.  He'll curse you."

I know of a publisher who'd like a ACW2 outline with some written.  I don't have a lot of faith that he'd like mine, but hey, might as well.

And, I like my versers so I shall have a verser.  He's a quiet, watchful, skeptical man, inclined to private judgements, and wariness.  But he is also a hero, although he merely thinks of it as 'drat, I have to do something'.

The story is told in first person.  The question is, can one person, no matter how gifted, without initial position, change history and fate?

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The wind is biting, gusting off the flat plains about me, reaching down into the dip where four divided lanes of asphalt send remarkably well behaved cars shushing by.  By the scent, its hydrocarbon combustion engines, which makes sense since advanced batteries, like those in my rifle, tend to lead to hovercraft.

I'm walking alongside one of these trails, and no one has tried to hit me, or even thrown something at me.  It must be a very orderly society, but not compassionate because no one has stopped to offer me a ride.  I glance at a sign, its green, and there is a name, I suppose, and numerals that I recognize. 17.  Seventeen could be the district, county, shire, longitudinal or latitudinal number.  It could be the number of residents, factories, or governmental representatives.

I cannot read the words, although I could last night at the encampment.  Still there is some familiarity from my link last night, far faded and almost gone.  But not enough to determine an answer, or even advance a plausible guess.

Three more marches, and I'm approaching another such sign.  This has two words on it, and the number '52' and the number '13'. And I hear the creaking of air under pressure, and the singing of metal under strain behind me which is more than enough to have me turn about, and reach into my duffel bag for the hilt of Zoasnadiiur, my trusted companion on many a battlefield.

One of the large metal-beasts rolled up to me, and stopped.  Its rider, a blunt-faced, wearied man with pale yellow spikes of hair, and boxy glasses jabbed a squared finger at me, and then at his side door.  Shaking myself loose of the interpretation of other worlds, I scrambled up into the truck's cab.

The man spoke over the roar of his engine, and I reached out to touch his speech centre in his brain.

"Can you understand me, pal?"
"Yes, yes, I can."  And looking out the window at the sign, I saw 'New Brunswick, 13 miles' and "Waterton 52 miles."  That helped, but what was a mile?  Was it a Royal mile, a Chesterbridge mile, a Logical mile, or somethig else entirely?
He slipped the truck into autopilot, but kept half an eye on the road.
"So where are..."
A red Itlain sports car, top down, with a dark-haired driver, and a laughing blonded sipped by making it loo easy.
"Drat the Chinese.  Jet setting punk come to steal our women."

Despite the tramp stamp on her left arm, and the snake curled about her neck in tattoo man's ink, the crying woman stumbling down the aisle was a little too attractive.  Trip, or Lester Kensington the IVth, forced himself skyward from kneeling on the matted lush grass, and waved off one of the younger deacons. Patrick Connors was a good man, and caring, and his wife was pregnant, and Liselle May Rassendyll, in her tightly stuffed pink tee, and shredded jeans was enough to get a man thinking things he did not need to be thinking about, not with a kid at home, and one more on the way.

Trip towered over her, over the metal folding chairs, and nearly brushed the metal frame of the giant open-sided tent First Bible had rented from Cowper's Party Supplies over in Winton.  His shiny red hair, was parted in the middle,and pushed back down to the sides like the prow of a ship.  A bit of silver in the mild red, set well, and went well with horn-rimmed glasses, and a weathered face.

"Oh, Reverend Trip...." She was bawling.  He was no pastor, and as soon as his term was up, he was going to quit deaconing, because he was no longer the husband of one wife, her having preceded him due to a falling 'widowmaker' clipping her as she had brought in a birthday cake for their second grandson.  But Liselle had grown up knowing certain men as 'reverend' and Trip fit, and that was it.  Besides, Trip knew that the woman did not take to being corrected well.  That is, once you were in earnest.  She was very good at deflecting, and most rebukes slid right off her.

"My husband, well, he and my boyfriend, they got into it, and afterwards, well Josh, he was angry, so the bastard hit me."  She looked up, expecting sympathy, and instead got a grave thoughtful look.

"Josh is your boyfriend, right?" The quiet voice fell down like soft rain, not so much avoiding her armor, and going around it, and finding crackways through it to touch her eart.
"Yeah, Billy Todd is my husband, my ex that is.  He's gone out of my life."
"When's the last time he fixed up your house.?"  Billy Todd was a talented carpenter, who had enough sense not to drink on the job, or around power tools.  He was also a wife-beating drunk.
She looked aside, and did not answer at first until he prompted her.  Her tobacco hardened, but still youthful face grew warm, and she spoke.
"Last week."  She said it low and slow.
Trip rubbed his eyes with a worn hand.
"Miss Rassendyll. Liselle, we cannot help you."
"But you're a church!" She protested sharply, as if to a right that was denied her.
  "And God is Love." She added the last plaintively as if it were something she'd heard about. did not understand at all, and yet desperately needed.
"Miss Rassendyll, let me explain."
She snapped out a denial, and thrust her chin out and canted up, lips firmly pressed together
And then Josh came storming out from behind a drapery covered pylon, and straight toward Trip.
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"You old gasbag, you're supposed to help us, her, well, us."
"Look," Trip began and a double up fist, heavy and large, even if propelled by an arm that had a disturbingly high ratio of muscle to fat rounded third plate, and headed home plate bound with an awful inevitableness.  Trip staggered to the side, letting the blow land on his ribs instead of his stomach.
"No, you look..." Josh rared back with a stabbing finger of accusation as shouts from the others in the tent came, and as running leather shoed men ran, and as Miss Rassendyll screamed for her man to stop, but with shining eyes of approval, and a mouth built for malice.
And Trip flipped his hair back.
The next thing anyone saw was Josh flying up and over the first two rows of metal fold-up chairs to land hard on the third row.  The girlfriend began to attack him, and he put his hand on the top of her head, and propelled her to a seat where he glared down at her until she stopped cussing him.
McElroy, another deacon came running up to him, and asked if he was all right, and on receiving a nod, laughed ruefully at the sprawled Josh who was struggling, and wincing to get up.
"Step back, sir."  The two men running came up, flashing badg
A few hands went toward holsters, hidden, and the two agents became suddenly aware that they were not in a city where obedience was par for the course, but in the rural areas, where agents sometimes went, and got gunned down.  And that it was fifty miles to the next agent
Trip turned to face them, with an easy step, and if it seemed the ground shook, we can forgive the agents their misperception.
"Um look we don't want any trouble." Began the secon
"Yes, we have an invite for a man named 'Tip'.  There is a confernence in Washington.  He needs to be there.'
Trip reaches out, and beginsthe reading of the invite.

If I'd known what I know now, I'd have never hired her, and taken my chances with the Employment Board.

"You're hired." I stood from behind the little used, yet blanketed desk, and offered Janelle Snodgrass my hand to shake.  She rose, in her slim skirt, and horse-ish face, and hesitated before taking my hand.  It crossed my mind that this was a bad omen, but I kept the smile fixed to my face.

A week later, she stepped timidly into my office to complain that Harold Decker was making her 'feel uncomfortable'.  I promised to have a word with the guy the rest of the staff at my office, called 'Horndog Harry', although I was a little surprised he had gone after Janelle.  She was, well, let's be frank since its just you and me here, on a good day, she was a five.  And if she had not been slim and  young, she would have been a three.

But, while I tolerated a bit of joking, on the whole, I was after a professional shop.  We designed novelties, and I wanted our thoughts on novelties, such as those used by the Happy Meals in McDonalds, and getting the designs quickly to the Chinese so that they could make them and me much, much richer.

So I took Harold out to lunch at his favorite spot, Big Mouth Ben's, a catfish restaraunt, and let him enthuse about my new truck which was pretty sweet.  Its nice to be able to walk onto a dealership, point to the biggest truck on the lot, and say 'I want that, with chrome pipes, and I'll pay cash'.  Thing is, I work eighty hours a week doing this, and dream of it at night, and the only thing that gets me to sleep most nights is half a bottle of very good red, and some Jack, and a little bourbon.

I laid it out to him, and reminded him that I had hired the young lady so that my stats were not too tilted toward 'white males' for the EB to tolerate.  Harold shook his big head, with its flying hair in sympathy, and asked did not Luis and Jesus count?
Sadly no, they were 'white' for the purposes of this questionaire, 'white Hispanic' you might say.  I smiled at  Harold, remembering when I had hired him, he had almost twice the hair he did now.  Tempus fugit, eh?

So he agreed to back off, and I went back to tending to the hundred and one things I needed to do that afternoon.  My Mandarin is still poor, but I can swear real good in it, and I've mastered the art of 'misstating myself' with horrific insults that I then claim I did not mean because I'm only a roundeye who doesn't know the language that well.  But the supplier agrees to having his materials properly tested by someone I trust as I surely do not want to import some toxic gunk like some poor schmuck did a few years back.

Then I look over two dozen ideas, kill eight of them, recommend seven for further work, approve eight, and for the last, I stare at it in blatant amazement as Younger the Keith, who works alongside Older the Keith, showed me a tiny little gizmo that spun and jumped, and did so with an economy of materials.  The little plastic doohickey was, I figured, going to make me at least a million.

"You sir, are a genius." I said holding the tiny thing up in the air between my thumb and forefinger.
Modestly, he replied. "I know, sir." But then he gave away his real feelings by blushing.  I called in the rest of the crew to show them Keith's design, and I noted in passing that Janelle hung back against the wall, and said little that was not perfunctory while everyone else was hugging, kissing, and backslapping him according to their gender.

A week later, Younger the Keith, or as his real name was, Keith Younger, came in to my area, my drafting board on which I was drawing a Hawaiian dolphin with a leia around it, which referenced a recent kids' movie.  He was practically crying, and his eyes were bright, and staring.
"What's up, pal?" I asked, hiding my concern for the nonce.
He handed me a sheet of paper.  It stated that he was to show up in court to defend  himself against charges of sexual harrassment.  I wanted to laugh. Oh, I wanted to do what Harry would have done which is congratulate him on his prowess, but I saw that the kid was scared, and I had a duty.

Besides, Keith was, well, the type of guy who would prefer to give a girl some romantic poetry as a way of asking her out to dinner.  And he would spend a lot of time and a bit of agony on making that poem.  And, to be fair, the poem would be pretty good.  I've been to his house, the boy is a born artist.  Its not just his work, or his poems, but his house, and even his dinners.

What I'm saying is that he would never get up the nerve to sexually harrass anyone. So I told Keith firmly that we would squash this, and that of course, I trusted him.

That afternoon, Janelle came by to ask why "Mr. Keith Younger was still employed at this establishment."  I very nearly hit the roof.  My face must have betrayed me, because she shrank back several feet. Gritting my teeth, I merely said that he would continue on with his work.  She pressed me, and I treated her to one of my infamous Black Glares.

I have dark, dark eyes.  When I get mad, the pupil expands making my eyes darker still.
I have a lot of wrath in my soul, and I feel sure that tonight's drinking is going to be especially heavy.  And I'm a big, well muscled guy, and over six foot in height, so when I get real mad, most people go away.  Well, so did Janelle.  But she was not grunning away; she was strategizing, which is what i should have been doing.  Instead, I was making sure we had ennough powder past four our job.

"Gid up! Gid up!" Screamed the man yanking on my ear.  His eyes were wide, and rain went over the brim of his cap, and despite his furor, I fell back lengthwise into the sucking mud.  Cursing, he came about me, splashing rainwater up on my soaked back, even as other men marched past us.

His boot came in, and slammed into my ribs like a baseball bat.  I howled, and convulsed, and he laughed.  And then his thick boot came in again, and I did as a hundred lessons had engraved into my body and mind.

Flpping on my back, never mind the smear of cold mud slime, especially now.  I let his foot pass over me, and then caught it, and sitting up, shoved the foot upward, I was gratified to see it overbalance the man.

Hero: Well meaning liberal bike messenger
P: In good shape, tough
M: Doesn't think that much, swayed by peer pressure
I: Likes speed

S.1: Messengering, despite older brother's advice, near protestors. Doing his job.
S. 2. Takes job to protest..crashes near tent, girl asks for help in tent. He tries to help, and he's zapped and versed.
S. 3.  Alone in a woods with his bike somehow wrapped around a tree trunk. He tries to wake himself up. Fails. Deals with him being here.
S. 4. Stumbles thru woods, spots toxic waste dump, is horrified, and then enraged.  Goes to find someone.
S. 5. Hails an RV which would not have stopped for him, on outskirts of town.  Guy is at first respectful.  Then he laughs when he realizes the biker wants him to care about the wasteland.  "We can't use it, the gov doesn't let us out in the woods, so why do I care what any about the wastes?"  Biker grabs him, and fat man strikes back, with a psi attack of desperation, but soon realizes that our hero has no shields.
S. 6.  The transfer process takes time and our hero bounces between viewpoints. by clever bit, bad guy wins.
S. 7. Wake up in new fat body.
S. 8. Screaming and madness stopped by police car sent to location by bad man.
S. 10.  Off to the precinct where he gets a new ID after his old one is not existent.  Its explained to him why he needs the ID.  "This is not fair."  "You greedy little one percenter, how dare you hog your genetic riches."
S. 11.

S.11.  He's angry, and forceful, and when the hamburger stand guy wants to rip him off, he finds his new body has very strong desires for food.  And he has no money, so he rips the guy off.
S. 12.  He flees from cop pursuit by foot, and then by a clever stratagem that comes from his bike messengering days.
S. 13.  Out to the edge of town to the dump where the Unwanted live.  Here he meets them and makes friends, but then he is challenged by a thief.  How to separate him from his own thieving? He wins because of respect gained by open thievery. Perhaps not.  Perhaps...
S. 14.  He introspects about his thieving and the thief in the camp of the Unwanted.  Its wrong, and yet that man sought to use his advantage over me in cruel ways, he notes.
S. 15. He gets the carb heavy food wagon sent by the city, and sees the others lay about unconscious from too much carbs, and begs meat.  The driver laughs at him.  And he realizes that society likes him here, on the bottom.
S. 16.  He decides with his greater strength of will to take advantage of an idea someone  said last night about the value of selling his bike.  He can get real food that way.  So he leaves with a saw....and he stumbles upon a fresh kill of a deer by coyotes.
S. 17. Fight the coyotes...with saw,and thrown rock, and campfire. (glasses lenses...something his new body needs.)
S. 18. Chop up the deer, cook some, eat it.  Take rest with him, leave skin for coyotes.  Rescue bike, and go back.
S. 19. Begin process of weight lifting,walking the bike, and hunting for meat.  Lose weight.
S. 20. After losing thirty pounds, spot a Transfer Ceremony where a vicious old lady is about to transfer into the body of a young, eighteen year old girl for the first time for the girl.  Break up the ceremony which is held in someone's back yard, and the girl escapes.
S. 21. Gets captured by locals and  handed over to the police.  Police are irritated with him, but they spot his slimmer physique and that of some of his friends, and decide to Transfer slightly worse obese into these slightly improved bodies.  And make sure to tell his friends why they got targetted.
S. 22 Despairing, unable to die, he goes into the wildnerness and begs God for answers.  He remembers Job, and laughs.  Then he remembers God's reply to Job, and from there he decides to trust God, to trust that God is who he says he is.  And then he remembers the high sign, the secret sign from his friends.
S. 23.  He was driven off, apparently. But he gets a message to meet later that night, and so he does.
S. 24. Into the wilderness they all go, and the deeper the better as helicopters chase them.  For one of the police told one of his friends 'give up, you're on the bottom and you will stay there!'
S. 25. Escape into cave where young girl calls them too.  They promise her food as she is  starving.
S. 26. She serves as coach.  "The elite fams, its awful.  you work your fingers to the bone to prep your body so some nasty scum can steal it when you turn 18."  But she knows exercise and physical therapy.
S. 27.  They work hard to get back in shape, and he finds himself desiring the girl a bit.
S. 28.  He picks out an insane challenge and keeps on pushing toward it.  He starts to be a bit toned and strong as he loses a hundred pounds.
S. 29.  'We're doing good guys, but we're also just setting ourselves up for thievery. We need to be able to defend our minds.'  And so they start practising mind transfer and shields.
S. 30. A botch.
S. 31. He's tough in mind and body. And he says 'I'm going to war, who's coming with me?'  That night, the girl visits him. he refuses unless she weds him by vow.  She agrees.
S. 32. He confronts his old body, and steals it back before locking his old body in.
S. 33. Now as a respected citizen, he enters the police station, and drops smoke grenades.  He drives them out, and then destroys the property and body owners records so that no one knows hwo owns what.
S. 34  "what have you done?"  Hysterical cry by returning mayor.  "Started a revolutioln, your honor.  This place need it."  "No, I won't allow it." Says the mayor as he grabs a gun, and shoots.  Our hero verses out, knowing that the revolution will come.

S. 35 Sight of a new world.
The End.

Devon McNeill the III
P: Analytical I: Driven M: Temper

He's capable of a shouting, arms-waving real loud rant.

part one: Earth.
Part Two: Lightsecond Fourteen in NEO.
Part Three: War on Socialist Aristos Planet

Generations is used.  Prophet with Mass Energy Staff, a broad weapon.  Cyberpunk Gen X ooficers.  Men in Pammies.  Woman and children in dig down and create underground homes bubbles of steel.

S.1. Eating breakfast at house on campus, and several managers want instruction, and intrude. He quotes softly to himself what his father will say to each of them right b efore is father says it.

His father has them leave, and then asks aggressively, 'why hasn't he left yet?".  Losing his temper, he replsys the convo he had with himself on his tech device. His father turns multiple shades of color and leaves without a word.

S.2. As he looks over a production floor with multiple assembly lines and clean rooms in Tijuana, he has his Mexican born supervisor counsel him that not all skills are skills.  Having the mind to bear the stress is another thing to.

He thinks about how you can't do this in the US.  The super tells him about how Moore's Law is  suspended according to the US born tech boys they will see next, but here is a new example of tech boost, a phone....

Oh, yes, the gangs are  more scary now that things have maybe leveled out, and they still want more money.

Laugh.

Leave factory to go to brothers place.

Mexican officer working with the drug cartels gives horder gives order to shoot near the son of the factory owner to scare them into coughing up.  But the sniper has hiw own ideas, and shoots the cell phone and the kid....thus activating the scriff.