Andrew Moore's Blog, page 40
September 7, 2024
Addendum
It's the sword, but don't let that stop you from dressing up the other option. That's the core of fiction.
Published on September 07, 2024 21:46
The Difference Between Intelligent Swords and Intelligent Armor That Sounds Like Your Parents
The sword wants more blood while the armor wants more grandkids. Which is the more terrifying?
Published on September 07, 2024 00:06
September 5, 2024
Turning Your Series Around
Instead of calling your show The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Season 2 and The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Season 3, call it Rings of Wisdom and Rings of Courage, and also put out a breakfast cereal based on it. People don't have to watch your show, but they do have to eat.
Published on September 05, 2024 23:47
Activating Intelligent Armor That Sounds Like Your Parents
If in a science fiction setting, there's a good chance the main character will need to do some cat's cradle to get it working. To prevent your main character from looking like someone who plays cat's cradle, supply him with an assistant of some sort, whether a sibling or a straitlaced military officer who will delight by the contrast.
Published on September 05, 2024 01:43
September 4, 2024
You Can Never Step in the Same Trend Twice
Obsolete: Non-horse riding animals
On the beat: Intelligent armor that sounds like your parents
On the beat: Intelligent armor that sounds like your parents
Published on September 04, 2024 00:47
September 2, 2024
Addressing an Earlier Topic
"Punch" kind of sounds like a punch as it is. I don't think we need to be gilding the lily here.
Published on September 02, 2024 22:16
Necessity Is the Pretense for Invention
Professor D'Aramitz struggled to suppress his regret as he examined the diagnostics, an impossible task. Conceding for once to his feelings, he tilted back in his chair and looked at nothing in particular.
"I have finally constructed a robot capable of conquering our planet which is in such need of a masterful hand." Finally he looked at something: A titan of steel in its dock, a hundred cables affixed to it, bearing an attitude, it seemed to him, of the champion athlete eager to put the physical examination behind him and return to competition. "But it is not quite ethical, is it, to bring civilians into it, and that, my poor creation soon to be neglected, would be an inevitability. Without an excuse to deploy you, the world will never know your matchless power."
The professor wandered about his hidden facilities for a time, picking up this readout before throwing it down and settling down at that terminal, staring at the screen, and rising again. There was nothing to do, he convinced himself, but surrender the rest of the day to idleness, unless he was willing to begin the decommission process. He returned aboveground and abandoned his attention to the TV.
". . . Confirmation is coming in now that the destruction is in fact caused by alien invaders . . ."
The TV turned off again. Professor D'Aramitz stood. He stretched both arms, leaned back a little, and yelled, "Hurrah for unending strife!"
Finis
"I have finally constructed a robot capable of conquering our planet which is in such need of a masterful hand." Finally he looked at something: A titan of steel in its dock, a hundred cables affixed to it, bearing an attitude, it seemed to him, of the champion athlete eager to put the physical examination behind him and return to competition. "But it is not quite ethical, is it, to bring civilians into it, and that, my poor creation soon to be neglected, would be an inevitability. Without an excuse to deploy you, the world will never know your matchless power."
The professor wandered about his hidden facilities for a time, picking up this readout before throwing it down and settling down at that terminal, staring at the screen, and rising again. There was nothing to do, he convinced himself, but surrender the rest of the day to idleness, unless he was willing to begin the decommission process. He returned aboveground and abandoned his attention to the TV.
". . . Confirmation is coming in now that the destruction is in fact caused by alien invaders . . ."
The TV turned off again. Professor D'Aramitz stood. He stretched both arms, leaned back a little, and yelled, "Hurrah for unending strife!"
Finis
Published on September 02, 2024 02:53
September 1, 2024
Kapow!
Wait a minute. I'm not sure punches sound like that at all!
Published on September 01, 2024 03:16
August 30, 2024
Appealing to Different Markets
Suppose you have a game called Country of Dragons, and you want to sell it in English-speaking nations. A little research will show you the English don't care for either dragons or countries. They like empire, tea, and guardians, so call it Guardians of Azuma. Many overlook this important step in releasing your product.
Published on August 30, 2024 20:32
What Fantasy MUST Keep in Mind About Science Fiction
The ancient super-civilization doesn't have to be us. You can just have double magic instead of having someone examine an object that's some kind of tube with a handle. I'm not saying don't do that. This is just a reminder to consider your options.
Published on August 30, 2024 00:43