warriors fanbook
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 5:32 pm
im making a sort of novel with elements from the movie and the directors cut, the game, the original script and a bit of imagination. Can u lot help me wiv sum lines and dat wen i get stuck? Heres where i am:
In the fourth century before Christ, a mercenary army of greek soldiers found themselves stranded in the middle of a Persian empire.
One thousand miles from the sea.
One thousand miles from safety.
Enemy troops around them on every quarter.
This is a story of that army’s forced march.
This is a story of courage.
This is a story of war.
Flashback A
Chapter One: Roots
East Coney Island, 10: 57 PM, April 16th, 1978
Now, boppers, its got to start somewhere. The end of one thing usually means the beginning of another. This is how Cleon formed the warriors.
Cleon was one of the Destroyers, who own turf in East Coney. He was a loyal member too, as he was tough, wiry and charismatic. He also had a great street intelligence, and had a great knowledge of the other gangs.
The streetlight shined its eerie glow onto the street as two Destroyers, Cleon and Vermin, passed through.
Vermin: Man, this Destroyer gig is getting real old. Vermin was raw-boned and tough, but not the most disciplined soldier a warlord could’ve had. He usually complained a lot before he bopped, but he was always there.
Cleon: yeah, and I think Virgil is starting to come un-glued man.
Virgil was the warlord of the Destroyers. He was pretty much a drugged up drunk and this reflected onto his gang.
Suddenly, a big figure blocked their path. It was Lemmy, one of Virgil’s most trusted soldiers.
Lemmy: Hey, Virgil wants to see you. Now.’’
Vermin: What for, Lemmy?
Lemmy: I’m sure he’ll let you know.
Lemmy walked past them, into the darkness.
Cleon and Vermin made their way to the Destroyers hangout, where Virgil was playing pool with a few other Destroyers, including Beansie, another one of his close mates.
Virgil: Cleon, I want you guys down at Tacks warehouse tonight. The Satan’s Mothers are comin’ down at midnight to make a buy.
Cleon: What am I, your errand boy now?
Virgil: You’re my right hand man, Cleon, I trust you!
In the fourth century before Christ, a mercenary army of greek soldiers found themselves stranded in the middle of a Persian empire.
One thousand miles from the sea.
One thousand miles from safety.
Enemy troops around them on every quarter.
This is a story of that army’s forced march.
This is a story of courage.
This is a story of war.
Flashback A
Chapter One: Roots
East Coney Island, 10: 57 PM, April 16th, 1978
Now, boppers, its got to start somewhere. The end of one thing usually means the beginning of another. This is how Cleon formed the warriors.
Cleon was one of the Destroyers, who own turf in East Coney. He was a loyal member too, as he was tough, wiry and charismatic. He also had a great street intelligence, and had a great knowledge of the other gangs.
The streetlight shined its eerie glow onto the street as two Destroyers, Cleon and Vermin, passed through.
Vermin: Man, this Destroyer gig is getting real old. Vermin was raw-boned and tough, but not the most disciplined soldier a warlord could’ve had. He usually complained a lot before he bopped, but he was always there.
Cleon: yeah, and I think Virgil is starting to come un-glued man.
Virgil was the warlord of the Destroyers. He was pretty much a drugged up drunk and this reflected onto his gang.
Suddenly, a big figure blocked their path. It was Lemmy, one of Virgil’s most trusted soldiers.
Lemmy: Hey, Virgil wants to see you. Now.’’
Vermin: What for, Lemmy?
Lemmy: I’m sure he’ll let you know.
Lemmy walked past them, into the darkness.
Cleon and Vermin made their way to the Destroyers hangout, where Virgil was playing pool with a few other Destroyers, including Beansie, another one of his close mates.
Virgil: Cleon, I want you guys down at Tacks warehouse tonight. The Satan’s Mothers are comin’ down at midnight to make a buy.
Cleon: What am I, your errand boy now?
Virgil: You’re my right hand man, Cleon, I trust you!