Jesus christ, I think if we ever have this many entrants again, I may just withhold critique unless it's by request. I apparently can't edit myself down to a single sentence or something : /
ElectricBlanketFire: When I was in college, I worked in a Jamba Juice in downtown Santa Barbara that was owned by a franchise organization that was started by a couple of the founding members of the original Jamba Juice company who had left the corporate office/been forced out over ideological differences over where the company was supposed to be going (i.e. community oriented versus maximizing profits, etc.). There was a poster in the front lobby that had "The Jamba Juice Story" on it that had the headshots of the members of the franchise corporation pasted onto cartoon bodies sitting on a banana. One night just before closing, a guy came into the store and placed his order. He saw this poster with the founding members of Jamba Juice and proceeded to regale us with the tale of how he too was one of the founders of Jamba Juice, but that no one remembered him because the CIA had erased the memory of his existence from everyone involved. They were after him because he had invented an internal combustion engine that ran on pine cones and emitted zero pollution that threatened the power of the Jews that ran the world.
This was like reliving that conversation.
MDSVeritas: I feel like the first page has some issues in its consistency that sort of colored my perception of the rest of the piece. Right off the back, we have it declared that Rob knows the cigarette is Terry's because Terry is the only one that smokes. Then in the very next sentence, Rob's certainty is downgraded to a suspicion. Then only a few sentences later, we find out that Terry is in fact not the only one who smokes, because Jessica smokes too. Then a bit further down in the same paragraph his position at the law firm is described as a dream job, but that these two people are the only ones from work that he can stand to speak to. We're just kind of all over the map here, and when we're told to think one thing, we are almost immediately introduced to a contrary piece of information. I did like the interaction between Jessica and Quinn. Though Rob was supposed to be the main character, this pieces was really about those two butting heads. Terry was kind of an extraneous addition, but at least served as a buffer to make it not seem like Rob and Jessica were supposed to be dating or anything, so it's not like he didn't have any reason for existing at all. The twist fell flat for me because I had immediately assumed Quinn to be Rob's son from the get go and felt that it was clear that he was lying about baby sitting. I'm at a lost for recommendations on what could possibly make it more impactful, however.
Wreck-It Ralph: This seems a bit indebted to that one episode of Justice League where Flash just talks to one of his villains and helps him work out his issues. Pongo is a much better choice of character name than Kong : ) I had originally made a note that I thought that the introduction of the cops with the "we know you're in there, come out with your hands up!" seemed kind of cartoonish, but seeing as how the point of the story seems to be a cartoonish morality lesson about respecting the feelings of others with Larry playing the baffled straight man in a world gone topsy-turvy, I guess it actually kind of works in this situation. Compared to your other posting in the writing mega thread, this one definitely had a bit more in the description environment, though once again it's still a bit spartan. I also note that this seems to be completely devoid of metaphor or similes, etc. It's very straight-forward and serviceable, but it doesn't do a lot to kindle the imagination. If you've been following the past several entries, you'll note that there's been an uptick in this sort of comic-book antic pieces, and I have mostly the same comment about them all; comics being a visual medium, it's difficult to appropriate their tropes and conventions into a non-visual form, and I think moreso than other kinds of writing hinges on robust descriptions of imagery.
On a completely unrelated note, my first novel was a superhero yarn. Lemme know if you want to be an alpha reader, and I'll shoot you a copy. Maybe one day I'll fix it so that it doesn't suck.
ThLunarian: I mean absolutely no offense when I say that I can't tell whether or not this is supposed to be parodying bad fanfiction. I don't have any particular prejudices against fanfiction in and of itself (I put it at about the same level as I do about any official novel series in an extended universe of an existing franchise, i.e. Star Wars novels), but crossover stuff starts to flirt with crossing the line with me unless it's a really good match. Aliens vs. Predator, Terminator vs. Robocop, etc. That I like. Star Trek vs. X-Men? Not so much. A straight up House/House of Cards (I see what you did there) would have played better for me without trying to tie it back into the universe you're building. If you were wanting this to be set in your other stories, you'd have been better off filing off the serial numbers. Alternately, you have a missed opportunity for setting this up as House MD of Wild Cards. Putting all that aside, I think you were most of the way there with the characterization of House, though I think he would have been a bit more acerbic and would have put up more of a fight with the various requests being made of him. The biggest thing though was that you were missing the parlor scene where House explains how he came to his conclusion that Underwood was reading his mind. That's crucial to any story involving a detective : D
Aaron: I feel like I may be giving you short shrift by reading this immediately after ThLunarian and writing out my feelings on fanfiction and the fact that the movie just came out recently, but I have a very difficult time trying to remember that this was not Planet of the Apes fanfiction. While the premise of trying to talk his way out of a ticket with an orangutan police officer has good potential for humor, there was far to much time spent on setup and exposition to explain the scenario and not much in the way of laughs in the end. Also, I had bunches of problems with said exposition, probably because you've unwittingly wandered into the turf of what I do for a living. Research animals used in any sort of drug trials would not be released into the wild (apes are not used in drug trials in the first place, I think the last vestiges of ape research is behavioral stuff). If captive apes ever were to be released into the wild, they would not be released into the wild in the US because this is not their habitat. The notion that Dave could somehow forget that Wyoming is run by apes breaks the story,
especially after he reads the sign and thinks that he misread it. The correct response would have been, "Oh, that's right, Wyoming is run by apes." And the border crossing is unmanned? I was also bothered by the line about how they couldn't repress the apes because that would be seen as admission of humans descending from apes. How does that follow? I would need the logic of that train of thought explained to me, because I'm trying and trying to see how that conclusion can be drawn and I'm coming up empty. In the plus category, I hope we don't have any members from Wyoming in here, because calling it the only land that the US could afford to lose is a
wicked dig, man.
PS: Orangutans are in fact apes (unless it's supposed to be that the orangutan is expressing a preference for how he would like to be referred and is not making a factual statement). And "science" isn't a proper noun.
Zakalwe: Just do the dialogue in the traditional format. Doing the weird thing with the dash and the italics doesn't add anything to work except opening the possibility for engendering confusion, i.e. at first I thought he was having flashbacks to Sophie speaking in the past juxtaposed with the current events until he started talking back to her and I realized that these events were concurrent. I kept looking for the payoff when the sci-fi angle was introduced, but I'm not certain it worked out in the end. The core premise of a woman killing the guy and his brother because of some warped philosophical understanding of the nature of love is a story unto itself, but we needed to see the character of the wife developed so that we could understand what thought processes brought her to these actions. Instead we got some futurism stuff bolted onto the story that didn't add much to the story and seemed to serve only as a means of taking a short cut around the needed character development and to bolster an ending that seemed to come from a different story completely. I really,
really liked her fucked up monologue of what love is and was hoping to see more of this deranged psyche, but that was the length and breadth of it : (
Ourobolus: Figured out where you were going with the title a quarter of the way down the second page. Clever, though I was expecting there to be multiple copies of Pa, because otherwise it's just Faux Pa : ). Having the reveal hinge upon a letter from the union seems like a misstep for several reasons. First and foremost, while there are organizations that call themselves farmers unions, these are more analogous to organizations like the NRA than they are to labor unions. They exist to advocate and lobby for legislation and policies that would benefit farmers, they don't serve as an intermediary between labor and management and administer a pension fund to members. Also, the implication was that Pa died five years ago, why would they only be sending a condolence letter now? How would they have known about Pa's death when his own son and neighboring community didn't know about it? Why is the main character's family eking out this hardscrabble life when Ma could make a killing because apparently she's invented Life Model Decoys? You even go out of your way to state that he would still get his pension even though he wasn't dead, so it just becomes this stray thread that when I try and pull it off turns out to completely unravel everything.
QuantumBro: The "Are we fucked?" exchange at the beginning got a guffaw out of me, loved that part. There were a few glimpses along those lines of the promise that this one could have lived up to, but overall it felt half-baked at best. The protagonist being surprised that space pirates would pick on a defenseless vessel, for instance, fell remarkably flat. Radar doesn't make a lot of sense for detection of objects in space, at least in the sense of finding a planet. The planet would be visible long before radar would be of any use, and it wouldn't have any sort of interactivity as to tell you anything about the planet. MAC suddenly having a name whereas previously he had only been "the Robodial" was confusing. You will never be able to sell that a side effect of a sedative is the spontaneous ability to understand beeping robots as though they were speaking English. "I had no idea where it was coming from and yet, I did" is a contradictory statement. Bunches of missing or misplaced commas, use of "emptyness" and "bended" instead of "emptiness" and "bent." The biggest offense, though, is that ultimately nothing happens; a guy and his robot crash land on a planet, are subdued by two creatures that are never described (how did they capture MAC), then escape from a facility (Full of similarly undescribed captives) that that seems to be multiple times the size of the building it was originally described as being within (don't recall anything about going up or down stairs), and just happen to escape in the abandoned vessel of one of the space pirate types because they presumably all fell for the ol' sedative-in-the-mysterious-glass-of-water gag. The core interaction between a foul-mouthed space pilot and his beeping robot companion is a solid one, you just need to build on it.
P44: Henry can't step out
of a door unless he was somehow contained within it : ) You've got all the pieces in place here that I can see what you're going for, but I think each individual component could have used a little more polishing. Dennis, Cassandra, and Frank were all distinct characters, but Henry felt almost indistinguishable from Dennis (Or maybe vice versa, since technically Henry came first). Some of the character actions seemed to be somewhat odd when taken with other parts of the story. For instance, Cassandra's internal lament of "Fuck me, not this guy," doesn't make a lot of sense to me in light of the fact that she was the one that had invited Dennis to come out to the restaurant to fire him. Likewise Frank getting upset that Dennis had gotten into the cab and said "follow that car" like he was living in some kind of movie, only to mention that it happens all the time, which would make it a real life thing that actually happens. Then Dennis goes from thinking about how he needs to clean out his cubicle to murdering Frank out of nowhere (What'd Frank do to him?) to run down Cassandra (Had she gotten out of the cab? Was she standing in the street for some reason?). And Frank's first reaction isn't to stomp on the brakes? You've got all the individual story beats situated, but how you're getting from one to the other needs some refinement.
Sober: I misread this title as "Workplace Bromance" and now I'm disappointed : ( I liked this one, though you had multiple parts where you had three people talking with no identifiers, so it became difficult from time to time to discern who was speaking. For a crack team of heisters, their credentials weren't particularly impressive outside of Danny's (I especially liked his background about trying to optimize Google's search algorithms for porn and replacing government files with pictures of cats). A guy who works as security guard for an armored car and occasional hired muscle for washed up celebs is probably someone that I would want to back me up in a bar fight, but maybe not for delicate sneaky spy stuff. June becoming a security master and safe-cracking wunderkind because she had some conversations with a lockpicker while she worked as a cop seemed a bit of a stretch for me, I think I needed some more elaboration on her autocratic education in the criminal element for me to really buy that aspect of her character. June and Rudy are both pretty blase about the fact that they have turned from lives of law enforcement to crime with little prompting or introspection, and none of these people really seemed the type to put their lives on the line for criminal enterprises. Also not entirely sure how one would pocket a lint roller and not notice it/not have it be noticeable. They're not small.
FlowersisBritish: I'm actually kind of a digging the whiplash-inducing turns in the narrative here. You introduce the protagonist, spend the rest of the paragraph on Dan, then smash back to the protagonist, then we're listening to some guy talk about climbing Mount Olympus, and then he has an epiphany of how Scientology must be the One True Religion. Or the section that's entirely in rhyme except for the last sentence which is so deadpan it hurts. It's all incredibly scatter shot, but each individual vignette is so far out there that I couldn't help but be entertained by it and the constant reminders that Joey is actually the protagonist here. My biggest beef would be the part about the double dipping is a little too on the nose with the secondary objective trying to be about emulating the structure of Seinfeld episodes. Grammar and sentence structure could use a bit of sprucing up, but overall I thought this was a pretty good stab at irreverent farce.
Mike M: This one was a hard one for me. Obviously, I'm too close to the subject matter to be an objective judge on it. I'm afraid that it might come across as self-indulgent hand-wringing about first world problems or something when there are people out there in the world who have had it far worse than I ever had. Plus, I made the mistake of leaving a hard copy of one the penultimate revision with my markup notes on it out on the couch where my wife found it Saturday morning and read it thinking it was going to be a comedy : ( Smooth move, Mike.
Cyan: Taking the theme extremely literally, I see. And oooooh shiiiiiiiit, you're dropping some l'esprit de l'escalier literalism in this mess too. French idioms about steps and staircases be all up in this bitch. Really clever use of him taking a literal false step by making a figurative faux pas, and the necessity of invoking figurative staircase wit to summon the literal Spirit of the Staircase. If I must pick nits (and I must, because I can only experience happiness by complaining), I felt that when the second scene after his falling off the Staircase started, there wasn't anything to indicate that he had been running around a while until the second paragraph. I started with the assumption that this was more or less immediately after the fall, and then had to shift gears without the clutch in the second paragraph. Also, there was no description of the immediate effects of the fall itself, which left me questioning how much damage he had done upon landing and to what that he could have left enough of an impact to identify the spot without seriously injuring himself. I think the biggest problem though is that he ran out of water a couple days before he got himself out of the situation. Best case scenario, you can go maybe four days without water if you're not physically exerting yourself and staying out of the sun, which this guy wasn't. I'm not saying he would have died of dehydration by that point, but he wouldn't have been in any sort of condition to be composing clever retorts or marching back home. The notion of the Staircase is a good one though, you should totally stash that away and use it again some day as a fixture in a genre fiction piece or something.
Osorio: This was generally well written, and I liked the description of how Liberty Island functions now as an international tourist trap as opposed to a beacon for boatloads of immigrants heading to the US. Good sense of character crammed into a short length of time. I'm completely bewildered by the ending, however. It reads like it's supposed to be a punchline, but I don't get the joke at all and the story just stops dead in its tracks really abruptly.
Tangent: A nice little comedy of errors, but the pacing is off. You have your set up of the situation, and within half a page our protagonist is rushing from the table to go look at a dog that looks like the one he had as a kid. Alright, off to a good start. But then we go for another half a page before we get to the part about "Dolton." In that space of time, a lot of the momentum you had built has evaporated. But then in the subsequent half a page, you have another, what, three or four instances of lacking social grace? And man, it just keeps going. Then we shift gears entirely at the scene at the restaurant and have the protagonist balls-deep in one protracted cringe-worthy moment that lasts for most of the rest of the story (where Zack is summarily rechristened Zach). I could have lived without the stuff in the restaurant in the last part, just stick with the protagonist for his one day of fucking everything up, but with spacing the individual events out more so that they happen at regular intervals rather than leaving too much time between gags or cramming them all together so fast that they don't have time to register before barreling full steam ahead into the next one.
Nezumi: Super short, but super cute and a good premise. It doesn't overstay its welcome, but honestly the central concept is probably strong enough to support something considerably longer if you plan it out right.
Charade: I saw that title and thought, "Surely this won't be a tipping thread in narrative form..." Well... I guess it wasn't, since GAF tipping threads don't usually degenerate into users shooting at each other in crowded marketplaces, to my knowledge (I don't really read the tipping threads, so I wouldn't know. Maybe they do.). Mostly, this was good. I don't eat at upscale restaurants, but the notion that a waiter would start the interaction with the customer by declaring that the establishment encourages a tip of any percentage seems a bit beyond the pale. Usually that sort of information is on the menu itself down towards the bottom in very small print, in my experience. Also, very surprised that in the spacefaring intergalactic future, we're still dealing with physical money stored in banks that can be robbed (or at least that was my immediate assumption when Quezal is described as a bank robber without further elaboration that he did it digitally), but these are minor nitpicks. I think the biggest oversights in the story were Slaven managing to follow Quezal on the turbolift when it was supposedly an impossible task with no explanation of how he did it, and I didn't see what was so bad about grabbing the waiter when he was angry. What exactly about his species made that a bad idea? All he did was elbow the guy, seems like that could have been accomplished by any species that possessed an elbow joint. Also, Quezal became Queval became Quevel in relatively quick succession there toward the end.
Votes:
1. Cyan
2. Nezumi
3. FlowersisBritish