http://nbaonthebrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/nba-dramatique-prelude-10.html NBA fan fic -- an interesting concept. Here's some Rockets "dramatique": [rquoter] Yao watched explosions flash across the sky and was pleased. The noise, the fire, the lights – they were the product of war. War made him feel good. In his heart was a love of battle, and a need to win. He had been groomed from early childhood to lead a nation to victory and he knew that if victory was not achieved during his life, his ghost would never rest. The giant airship within which he stood watching was tens of thousands of feet in the air, testing weaponry of the latest design. Yao was certain that some of his enemies must be watching from afar, and he hoped that they saw the explosions and imagined dying within them. Silently, Battier stepped from somewhere behind and moved to stand beside Yao. He, too, looked out at the explosions and a smile spread across his face. “The new weapons are testing well. Our success is virtually assured.” “I’m not as certain” said Yao. “The new weapons could be highly effective. Yet victory could elude us if they are used without skill.” As if on cue, Commander McGrady entered the observation deck through a hatch at the aft end of the room. He was followed by another man wearing the insignia of a Major whose eyes scanned the room from left to right repeatedly. Yao recognized this man. He gave a quick bow to greet them. “Commander. Major Artest, if I’m not mistaken.” “Yao, Major Artest has joined our ranks. I am showing him around our airship and introducing him to his new comrades. The Major is a true warrior and will be a strong asset to our forces.” “Commander, I wish I shared your optimism. I have no qualm with giving a man a chance to prove himself, but I must say that your reputation precedes you, Major. You are known as a malcontent and –“ “Enough, Yao!” Commander McGrady interrupted loudly. “The Major has proven himself capable of far more than making trouble for his associates! I insist that you show him the utmost respect!” “It’s quite alright, Commander” said Major Artest. “Yao has the heart of a champion and does not want to subject his organization to negative influences.” Yao tilted his head in polite acknowledgement. “However, I’d like to assure you that I’m here to help, and help in a big way. As a tribute, I’ve written a short verse that I’d like to recite.” “Major Artest will aid your offenses and shore up the strength of defenses. I will assault all of the enemies’ senses And steal off in the night with their wenches!” The Commander smiled appreciatively at the Major and gave Yao an inquisitive look. Yao smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Major. That was…enlightening. I’ll be happy to assist you in any way as you acclimate yourself to our organization.” “The Major and I will continue our tour of this vessel. I have much to show him still.” The Commander walked quickly to the forward hatch with the Major following, and they exited the room. Battier and Yao both watched them leave and continued to gaze at the hatch after they had gone through it. “He seems a bit of a fool” Battier said. “Yes. And not to be trusted. Not yet. Find Rafer and Bones. They should keep a close eye on him. They’ll report to you. You report to me.” “What do you want to know?” “I want to know that he’ll really be with us, but even more, I want to know how much trust the Commander puts in him. The Commander's judgment is lacking. We need strong leadership even if we don’t have a strong leader.” “What of the Emperor?” “He will make his own judgment. And I trust that in his wisdom he will see things as I do.” The explosions continued to dance in the sky, and Yao watched, still pleased. [/rquoter]
LOL ... yeah. Here's the writer's introduction to this stuff. It might be interesting to follow his version of the Rockets story this season: [rquoter] What I’m going to attempt here is a fictionalized account of the NBA season as it happens. I don’t think this is going to interest everyone, but it interests me. I hope that my enthusiasm translates into something that at least a few people will enjoy following. This idea came to me by looking for a way that I could express just how impressive and dramatic I find the game. I thought about the things that entertained me, not just in basketball, but all around. I've always liked stories. When I was a boy, I especially liked myths and other tales of heroic drama. I was a huge comic book fan for many years. Even as a kid playing with G.I. Joe or He-Man action figures, the story came first for me. I would think up plots or copy them from comics or shows, and then I would tell my younger brother what we needed to accomplish in that play session. Ridiculous, right? But this has carried over into many aspects of my adult life, and watching the NBA season unfold has never (for me) just been about guys playing a game. There are story-lines all over the place, and the more of them you know, the more you can enjoy what happens. I've tried to inject an other-worldly element into how I'll describe the game to you as a way of trying to express how awe-inspiring I believe the sport to be. I wanted to be able to show the super-human and fantastic elements of professional basketball without falling into the clichéd and over-used descriptions of the play-by-play commentator. Here is a very important disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The story will unfold in a way that is inspired by the real-world events of the NBA, but it is not necessarily meant to be seen as an editorial statement on the teams or players as portrayed. I don’t know any of the people that work for the NBA or play professional basketball. The names I use are representations of characters, inspired by real people, but not meant to be a reflection of any real person’s thoughts, attitudes, actions, or behavior. Think of it as a big epic fantasy sci-fi war story that I cast using the stars of the NBA. I love this game and I love the league, and the last thing I want is to offend anyone that is a real participant in the game. That being said, I have to make bad guys out of some of these people for dramatic effect. It’s nothing personal. I’ll begin things by posting an introduction to one team each day leading up to the beginning of the season. My plan is to continue the story on a daily or near daily basis, all the way through the last game of the finals. I hope you enjoy this as the season progresses, and I hope I can see it through to the end. I’d love to get your feedback on what you think of the story.[/rquoter]
its a pretty creative approach. the style might grate on me if i read an entire season's worth of stories, but that depends on the strength of the storytelling. if Yao & 'em hoist a championship, i'd probably read the concluding chapters.
I think someone has spent a little too much time watching star trek and playing Dungeons and Dragons in his parent's basement
Dawn broke like a fart over Bravo Camp, and we were all afraid to light our smokes. The stench said that this year would be different. People who have lived through historical events still have pieces of those "stuck" to them, and General T-Mac just couldn't seem to scrape that game seven in May of '05 off his boot. Sergeant Mutombo was a man's man, who liked manly things, and liked his men, and whose men liked him, in the manly, regular way. The Sarge was as tough as nails -- not Lee Press-on Nails, mind you, but real nails, the kind you pound into wood.
