Book trailers are a tricky thing. When they're done badly, they're a little cringey and vaguely embarrassing. But when they're done right, they're AWESOME.
And because we have the incomparable Mr Tom Percival working on our trailers, we pretty much fit into the awesome category every single time.
I love the fact that it's time to release this. We have other stuff yet to be released/announced, such as what EXACTLY the Theatre of Shadows is and how it can involve everyone around the world. We're always trying to find ways to include our far-flung readers in the fun, and I think we've come up with something special.
But enough from me... Behold the awesome.
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(Goodbye Elleni - and for the record, being a Spectre dictates I will have to intervene. Perhaps without the murder part - murder is illegal. When I kill someone, it is perfectly legal - so therefore not murder. But brutal is fine by me.)
*Her fingers were crushed, the splinters were crushed, the dust was crushed until there was no substance left in her hands. Still, she stared up at the celing, trying to keep her breathing even. Keir was getting flustered. He was angry that she hadn't started screaming yet.
He took a rusty saw off the wall and pressed it against her wrist. She didn't look at him. She could feet the jagged teeth on her soft skin and muttered as it tore her flesh. When it hit bone, Keir got the reaction he was looking for.
She screamed as writhed and bucked against her restraints. She sobbed and tried to kick out, tried to get away, but the shackles kept her there*
Keir: Now we're talking...
(I'm not sure what has happened.)
(Rose was taken earlier today and Ellissa has been standin in for her. Now Rose is being tortured... Just coz... And because I haven't written a good torture scene in a while...)
(So I can still find Rose.)
(Yeah)
*checks her computer, wondering where Rose is* *gets an unusual reading* Shit.
(Just stopping in before school....
I won't be on till either late tonight or not at all. I have a lot o stuff after school. :/)
*She cursed and writhed and swore and writhed again. There was a knife in her ribs, and every few seconds Keir would turn it slightly, pull it, push it, grate it against her ribs. She was sobbing, her hands clenched tightly into fists, one hand half cut off*
Rose: Please... Stop...
Keir: No, this is a lot more entertaining than sitting somewhere and watching television. This is fun.
(Okay, Forge!
*Cuddles*)
(Hello Dugglyn.)
*goes to her ship, plotting the coordinates into the galaxy map* *her ship starts flying towards Rose's location*
*Her scream reached a new pitch when a knife hit the muscles and tendons a connecting her shoulder to er neck. Her head lolled to the other side and she muttered something*
Keir: We both know that you do not mean that, Rose.
*She muttered something else, her mind going lucid and starting swim*
*her ship hovers several metres above the ground* *lowers the cargo ramp, drawing her machine gun from her back* *powers up her weapon, then drops down, using her energy to slow her fall*
*Keir paused and looked to the stone roof, shaking his head*
Keir: Wait here... I hear something...
Rose: Becuase I can totally move... You bastard...
*He laughed and jogged up the stairs to his average little house. He looke around, eventually deciding to go outside to check what that noise was*
*takes cover behind a tree as she hears him approach, her weapon aimed between two branches and ready to fire*
*Keir scanned the sky, then around him, frowning. Eventually he shrugged and meandered back inside and into the basement. This time, he took a heavy mace from the corner of the room. The sight of it made Rose scream*
Rose: No!! Not that!! Please!! Not again!!
*He didn't listen, nor did he care. He raised it over one shoulder and swung it down heavily on her arm. The bones crunched and shattered, making her scream*
*runs to the house, stepping inside, moving as quietly as possible* *pushes a button on the communicator on her ear, a holographic visor appearing over her eyes, equipped with several sensors and a crosshair for better aiming* *hears Rose's screams*
*starts moving towards the basement*
*Keir swung the mace again, over her sternum this time, and she gagged, coughed and struggled to breathe. The spikes had got her lung. And she was certain something had snapped. She couldn't scream. She couldn't breathe*
Rose: Please...
Keir: Now, why should I? You did kill my wife and children...
Rose: I'm sorry... I... It was merely a job....
(Msd... Wifi issues...)
*walks into the basement, aiming at Keir and pulling the trigger, firing in full-auto at him*
(No problem, Rose. I will most likely be here for the rest of the afternoon/evening.)
(I don't murder. I kill.)
(Goodbye, Elleni.)
(You can't kill unless you have my authority to do so. And I would like to kill Zafira myself.)
(You can murder whoever you want. You can only kill if I am present. I don't make the laws - I uphold them. I can kill legally.)
(If ensuring galactic peace makes you crazy - yes, I am.)
(I am not breaking any laws. I am not bound by civilian law - as long as I do not kill lots of innocent people, everything is fine. That is effectively the only rule there is.)
(As long as I am present and you work for me during the process, yes.)
(Well at least you two are agreeing on something. That's always good.
Hello.)
(Hello, Silente.)
(You two appear to be plotting.)
(With me, for me, whatever you choose to call it. You'd better be my ally, Elleni - you don't want me as an enemy.
The fact is, however, as long as you don't get in my way or slow me down - there is a higher probability of success if there are more of us.)
(Oh. Arguing. Damn. I was so hopeful! What are you arguing about?)
(She wishes to murder. I am trying to convince her to kill.)
(O-kaaaaaaay...murder who?)
(Zafira.)
(*sighs* of course it's Zaf you're arguing over killing.)
(The first is alright, I somewhat agree with the second point - although I hate to pull rank, I am a Commander, and a Spectre - so I outrank you. And I agree with the last part. I do, however have power to enforce the law by any means necessary.)
(I have a computer sat on my lap. I also have a cat laid across my forearms which are resting on my kness. I also have a cat sat behind that cat in the nonexistant space there. How did I get stuck like this?!)
WILL YOU PEOPLE FUCKING STOP SPOILERING THIS FOR ME ALREADY?
It is my book too. It is the last SP book I will ever read. So please, DON'T tell me your reactions, and DON'T fucking tell me the chapter names!!!
Oh my gosh! I am not asking anything unreasonable of you! If you want to react, you have plenty of people you have read the book, and furthermore, you can just go email yourself! I am really not asking much of you! I am not asking you to do anything that I would not readily do myself without even needing to be asked!
-_-
Honestly.
(and if you've never spoiled it in any way for me, well done. *hugs*)
(I think the answer is obvious, Silente.)
(Dragona agrees with you, Star.)
I am sorry, maybe I need to be angry because hopefully the angerwill distract me from the memories of the spoilers.
THERE IS A FUCKING SPOILER POST WHERE YOU CAN REACT WITHOUT READING THE COMMENTS, GUYS
If you have soemthing to say, SAY IT IVER THERE. Spoiler posts never get filled, you can spam them to death. Will anyone gain anything but anger and disappointment from reading about you posting the chapter titles everywhere? No.
Woah, that was pretty insane anger . . .
Sorry. :)
*gets angry moments as well as sad, happy and excited ones*
(*hugs Star*
@sophia i can hardly reach the keys.)
@Dragona, who isn't here but is reading it: THANK YOU!
*nods*
For the record -
Death, you're really good at writing. O_O
And -
I have to be at the ice rink by ten tomorrow, so I'm hesitant at staying up late, but I think I'm styaing awake until whatever happened is over in case I need to attempt to do something. :P
*hugs Silente* :)
Hmm. I read back over me being angry and it didn't feel as angry as it did in my head.
You know when everything kind of goes . . . like . . . to that new level?
Adrenaline, I think that's it.
I was over there. :)
Yeah . . .
(I like the sound sports car engines make in your time.)
(OW SANDPAPAER TONGUE!)
(@Star yeah you probs shouldn't stay up late if you have to be out and about at that time...
What's happening tonight (me and zaf wise) is being blow way out of wrap..)
(What is a sandpaper tongue?)
(It's a cat's tongue.)
(DON'T FORGET THAT
A SHELTERED ROSE NEEDS A
LITTLE ROOM TO BLOOM
OUTSIDE HER BEDROOM)
(A cat's tongue is a cat's tongue, not made of sandpaper.)
(No but it feels like sandpaper.)
(That would make sense.)
(It feels a lot like sandpaper. It hurts.)
(Dragona makes sense when he plays Mass Effect.
If someone tries to kill you and gets their bodyguards on you, you're going to shoot them.
The only time he does actually make any sense.)
(Surely that's not the ONLY time he makes sense...)
(He doesn't often make sense.
Then again, I do advise him how to play Mass Effect.)
@Sophia: XD *laughs*
@Silente: I'll stay up as late as you do. *comparatory grin C:*
Mmhhhhhhhh idk. I have faith in Elleni's reactions. And she mentioned that I was debating about it, which means it was worth debating about. :P
(..maybe he just doesn't make sense to you...)
Yeah, everyone makes sense in a way . . .
Even Hunter.
Although I'm not even sure Hunter makes sense to Hunter. O_O
Dragona makes a sense to ME . . .
(Most of my advice consists of "renegade" "renegade" "no, don't say nice things to them", "definitely shoot them" "renegade" "renegade".
Of course he doesn't make sense to me. That's why I said he doesn't make sense.)
(Yes, Star, but you are confusing and odd.)
(Is this another moment where people randomly disappear?)
@Sophia: XD
@Sophia: Thanks. :P I got that.
So there's this vocab website that we can practise German vocab on, and we create a login and then we log in (duh) and then we practise vocab, and every week my German teahcer announces who's practised the most. Except he's only made one announcement so far beacuse it's only the first full week of term. And he put the leaderboard on the board and my whole class was reading down the list and there were all names like "Beth McIntyre" and "Jasmeet Shoker" and "Darcie Annan" and "Emily Cleveland" and "Katie Walker", and then my whole class was like "WHAAAAAAT WHO'S STAR INKBRIGHT" and I was just like "*dies of embarrassment*"
@Sophia: Yup. :P Sorry.
(It's no problem.
And that might not have been a good idea.)
@Sophia: Maybe not. :P
(The more I speak to you people, the more I am sure that I am sane.)
@Sophia: How do you know that you're insane and we're all sane?
(For the record, if I am seeming to not respond to you, I am sorry, I will just be avoiding your comment for fear of spoilers.
I would not do this if you had not given me reason to fear, so it's your own fault.)
(Or, y'know, I'll forget, but still.)
(Plus I also forget people naturally so if I miss a comment, that doesn't mean I'm mad at you. :P)
(I have nothing to do with zombie caterpillars or bands named after an adhesive solvent.)
(You have no need to fear spoilers with me - I have no interest in books.)
@Sophia: XD
And - you shoudl do, books are amazing. But yeah. :) *doesn't fear spoilers from you* *or Dragona, for that matter*
(HEY DON'T HATE ON BE THE GLUE SOPHIA! DON'T YOU DARE!*narrows eyes angrily at her*)
(I have never been a fan of books - fiction books, that is. Non-fiction books are useful.
I was not hating on anything, I was simply stating it was insane.)
(It's not insane!!!)
@Sophia: Fiction books are as useful as hell. :P
@Silente: Be The Glue is insane. But in a good way. :)
(Living in the real world is invaluable.)
(*mutters about insanity*)
@Sophia: Fictional books are real worlds. Just alternate realities. Books have taught me more about life than anything in the 'real world' ever has.
I remember in the acknowledgements of one of the Mistborn books, the author was thinking someone for teaching them about "life (and therefore writing)."
Books are basically life. The more you know about one, the more you know about the other.
(There is enough shit happening in the real world as we're talking, without piling all that shit with fictional shit happening to a fictional person.
Do you think all of the people who live in fear, those who live in poor conditions - do you think they're glad people are too busy reading to do anything about it?)
(I don't think this argument is necessary.. Everyone on this blog is here because they enjoy reading, and they enjoy reading Skulduggery Pleasant books.
Which, news flash, is a series of fiction novels. There is no need to bring poverty or anything of that matter into this conversation.)
(This is not an argument. This is a discussion.)
@Caelan and Sophia: I would call it more a DEBATE. And Sophia is actually here because her author likes reading SP. :P
@Sophia: That is true.
But how would we know how to deal with it if we didn't read?
Call it whatever you like, that is not the point.
(Listen to the television and the radio with adverts for charities. They help people - donate money to them. Go and look on their websites so you can know where your money is going.
Or just simply read non-fiction books about the subject.)
(Hello Caelan. How are you? How is everyone?)
(new post guys)
I think you're focusing too much on the materialistic value here, Sophia.
First of all, I'm fairly sure that if an author is writing stories about those in need, a fair amount of the money received for the novel would be sent to those people.
Secondly, a novel holds a great deal of value and meaning. It can be the path to discovery, to happiness, to new interests. You never know. That's the beauty of it. Perhaps it's just for entertainment.
Herrow puny mortals.
Oh.
Derp.
Hello
Star!! If your still here...
It's your birthday soon, yeah?
oh.
um.
okay,
(Getting the last comment was unintentional.)
That filled up fast. Before I left I wanted to say one thing...
Catch you later today or something else I'll be on the ground she is a great day at work and then we can get it is a great way to be neighbors in a good good good at all of them off sparks and they were going back out her head and they were in her face the world and they were in real estate investing basics of her head you're not going anywhere in her room and the new character in refried beans and slowly melting pot of gold medal in my friend who is a lot of her arm and floats behind Elleni's blood pressure and cholesterol levels of her life too much as I have!!!!
(Alright, Dugglyn.)
(I will continue to be here.)
(Elleni - neither do I. But I never understand what Dugglyn says.)
(Average - just with a lot more pissed off.)
(
*(I will be back in a moment.)
*I walk into Blogland, a smirk pulling my lips under my mask*
Oh, how pathetic. None of you have changed since I left.
(It's a possibility.)
(Of course, I wouldn't kill everyone - I would rescue a few people who a) haven't committed a crime or b) do not deserve to die for the crimes they have committed, and then kill the rest.)
(Hate me all you like - all getting in my way will do is make yourself stay behind.
As I said - it is only a possibility, however.)
(Whose home it is is irrelevant. The more people break the law - the more open I am to extreme solutions. This is one such solution. There are consequences to every action.
Unfortunately for those who are fairly sensible, there are those who have no sense at all - and they will die.)
(I do not wish to participate in that, Elleni. There is a limiting factor of ten people per room - which is a very large flaw.)
(
*(It does not seem so, no.)
(You forget it is my job to stamp out corruption. I will only kill people if it is necessary - and it is becoming more and more necessary every day.)
I remember in The Psychopath Test when this psychopath was crying and saying he just wanted people to like him, and the autgor asked him why, and he said it was because if people liked him it was easier to manipulate them.
The author told this to another psychopath who'd been imprisoned for about a decade. His reaction was "Oh my gosh, I never thought of that." Two months later, he was released.
People may see being nice as a waste of time, but if people like you it's awfully advantageous. If Sophia was more nice then maybe instead of trying to gether out the way, people would realise she's the person being the most sensible round here.
(I am back.
Star - I am not a nice person.)
(sorry...I kinda fell asleep again earlier...)
(Hello, Silente.)
@Sophia: I know.
(It is not like I could make what I am saying any clearer. People are simply assholes.)
@Sophia: Yeah, but they don't like you, so they're not listening to you. *shrugs*
Which is rather idiotic of them.
(Hey! I shouldn't be falling asleep this time! If I do ill be late for school.)
I am dreadfully sorry. An estranged power outage took away the electricity.
Now, where were we?
*I smirk again, folding my arms over my chest, the metal plating of my armour clinking against itself*
(Exactly, Star - they only see what they choose to see.)
(Who is Rose?)
*My smirk turns into a grin as I look at Elleni*
Good. I believe that there is someone that could lighten this place up a little.
*I walk towards the girl, towering over her, and take her throat in my hand. I raise her off the ground, searching her face*
*sighs, drawing her pistol and aiming it at the back of Yves' head* Drop the girl.
(No. And I am male...)
*My mask absorbs the flame and I laugh, holding her neck tighter*
*stares and stumbles away from Yves and El*
*I laugh again, turning slowly to Sophia*
I believe that I shall do no such thing.
There are two ways of ending this: You let Elleni go, and I will let you walk away. Or you will have a round from this weapon embedded in your brain and Elleni goes free anyway. It is entirely up to you.
*I curse and shake the flames off*
You are a little bit annoying, aren't you?
You could do me no harm, this armour would absorb it.
*The metal begins to melt but the armour quickly reforms*
*her arms begin to glow blue* What if you have no armour left? Drop Elleni. Now.
*starts hyperventilating*
*I shake my head*
I am quite content with my hand around her throat.
*sighs, freezing him with stasis* *pulls Elleni from his grip*
*still hyperventilating*
*My armour freezes for a moment as it works out how to defend against the stasis. I grab Elleni's arm and pull her back towards myself*
*waves her hand, and Yves' skin begins to peel away and float away from him as glowing blue particles* Let's make this easier, hm?
*starts backing away from all of them, fear in her eyes*
W-what's h-h-h-happening!
*I mutter something under my breath and my armour dims for a brief moment. It heals my body*
Oh, now that is a neat little trick.
*it continues to rip him apart again, regardless*
*lifts him up into the air with her biotics, slamming him into the ground*
Hhhhmmmmmm
*I look at the girl hyperventilating and make my way over to her*
Come here.
*The armour replenishes my energy. When I am slammed to the ground, it absorbs the impact*
*backs away from Yves*
N-n-n-no...
*I get up and follow her*
*throws Silente and Elleni to the side, knocking them from his reach*
*lands next to El and scurries up, grabbing El's arm and running full pelt away*
(gtg now. El if you want you can do Anna's reactions.)
*just when I was about to grab Anna, she's tossed away. I frown behind my mask and turn to Sophia*
*throws a flurry of dark energy at him, lifting him into the air and suspending him there*
(No, Elleni.)
*I frown again, puzzled*
Oh, now this is an odd one...
(Sometimes I wish I was still into roleplaying, still good at it...)
*Yves begins to feel a bone-crushing pressure around his body as she clenches her fist*
*I curse and my armour comes closer to my body, as if becoming an exoskeleton. The armour takes up the pressure with ease*
(I was trying to work out when I stop rping, when I lost track of my characters... I think it was when I went back to school at the start if the year, I just didn't have the time to do anything but talk for small amounts of time...)
*continues to increase the pressure continuously*
(That makes sense, Snow.)
*My armour continues to absorb the pressure*
This, my friend, is too easy.
Says the one stuck in the air. *with her free hand, gestures towards a nearby tree* *uproots it, and hits him in the head with it like a club*
*I laugh, impressed*
If I may ask-
*His helmet absorbed the impact*
How are you doing this. I haven't seen someone do something similar in quite some time.
Never you mind how I'm doing it. *uproots another tree, swinging both at him simultaneously*
*I chuckle and lift both of my arms, blocking the swings*
Well, damn it.
(I have to leave - so I will stop the RP there.
Goodbye.)
Goodbye, then.
It does seem as though I have to leave also...
pfffft...
is it weird that i just wrote a letter to Snow? like, Snow the character?
because to me... i guess she's also a person... and i'm kinda steeling her identity...
i want to give her and lea a good ending, so they can rest. so they can finally stop shouting at me.
*hugs El*
i don't know how to end it.
because they are as much a part of my life as breathing is.. but i need to let them go so i can finally move on to other characters... and i think they kinda want to leave....
and i really feel like crying, because i feel like my kid is moving away from home...
I--
i wrote it.
It's over.
I change my backstories blog.
I got rid of all the old posts and re-named it.
just to post the one thing.
Snow And Lea's End.
I'm crying.
it hurt to write that.
Hi, Bloglanders! How is your day?
((My neck is killing me I can barely move my head and I tumbled over to the spoiler zone and had part of the book ruined for me so that wasn't great))
((No, I wish could get in contact with Rose))
((Phone spelling, sorry. What's up, El? Did something happen to Rose?))
Pfffft
And how can we help?
Good night, El!
I really don't feel like being Snow for a bit. I just ended her story and I think she needs a break where her name isn't being used.
So I'll be going by Jen because it's kinda my name, irl. Though my name is longer.
Sure thing, hi Jen!
Hey. (If it really feels weird, you can still call me Snow. I just needed my display name changed out of respect)
((So, is everything usually this quiet at this time? Do you have school today?))
*looks around Borderlands*
Such a barren place I've never seen in my travels.
((*Blogland
Guys?))
No fucking way..
Measurement -
16/09/2014
The test had a class raw average of 55%, and a top score of 100%. After weighting her workbook, Dannielle's score of 30% was worthy of a UG. She needs to re-do the test. Dannielle has demonstrated in her test that she can handle some of the standard straightforward questions. However she found it was difficult when it came to composite shapes and the applications of Pythagoras Theorem.
Dannielle needs to ensure she practises more these types of questions and understands the techniques when she does her works next time. I encourage Dannielle to put on more efforts in doing practice questions and show me with her workbook. I look forward to working with her again next term.
There is no fucking way that happened.
Because I actually cheated. I used my iPod to work out the answers, along with the notes on my hand.
There is no fucking way that just happened.
And you didn't even come and check around, you stupid pig. There should be no 'Needs Attention' stamp there.
AND I DO NOT SPEND THE WHOLE TIME IN FRONT OF MY LAPTOP, you swine.
((Bloody maths, it sucks so much!))
No, but you don't understand. This sub doesn't give a shit about us.
So, in turn, we don't give a shit about her.
And now she's got it out for me, that bloody cow.
Hey, I've met several subs who did that. Heck, we even had a teacher who left (just ran away) in the middle of term (which shows you how much he cares about students)
But I just find maths to be stupid. I'm better at it than most people in my school, but I hate it. I don't do it.
Which doesn't really help you... I don't know what to tell you if you truly have such a terrible sub.
She's horrible...
I want to switch out, because apparently I've failed my last two tests... And they're both since I've had her.
That would probably be a good idea, will the school allow that?
Next year I can...
In a years time??? That's ridiculous, I thought subs were temporary.
No, this one was supposed to remain a sub but the original teacher left...
Sorry, im really distant...
No, this one was supposed to remain a sub but the original teacher left...
Sorry, im really distant...
((Well, I guess there is only one thing to do and that is make the most of it (and get revenge?) So, you know, take care))
(Yeah...)
Hey Jen.
*Roland woke and sat up in the bed. He stretched his arms as his wings flapped slightly against the pillows. He looked down to see a sleeping Rose beside him.
He then looked under the covers. No clothes.
He blushed and then smiled. He really did love this woman. He lay back down, his hands behind his head.*
*She smiled softly and rolled over, looking at Roland, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt his wings before she rested her head on his shoulder and took his hand*
You're beautiful... I hope you know that... You're beautiful, and I love you so much...
*She kissed his arm and looked up at him*
*Roland kissed her head and sighed contently.*
Roland: You are beautiful also, do not forget. I have never felt like this before in my life and you are the only one to make me feel like this.
I love you too Rose.
So what shall we do today?
(hey Deathy, Em. It's Snow, incase you didn't read up)
*She grinned and nuzzled his chest*
You're different from the boys I've had in the past... Your special...
*She giggled and sat up, one hand pressing the Blakey's to her chest*
Well, first off, you'll give me your shirt... And then we should go out. Go for a proper picnic somewhere sunny and warm and quiet.
*Roland chuckled as he reached down onto the floor, he grabbed the shirt and dangled it in front of Rose.*
Roland: I was thinking of giving Ariana her first swimming lesson in the lake. We could have our picnic also.
Also if you are going to wear my shirt today, what about me?
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