Its a great concept because the writing has INSPIRED ME!
what if everythinf was merely subtext. Names are not needed when you can imply names.
Would anyone be interested in a orc city inspired short story where i only use subtext the whole time?
I think this could be a new genre of KINOOOOO
KINOOOO KINOOOO
KINO
THE ELVEN KING SHALL RISE ONCE AGAIN!!
if u want me too ...>_>..
I'm actually glad terminally online transbians unironically enjoy slop like orc city or undertale because it keeps them away from actually good fantasy literature. More power to you.
>>40323139 (OP)yeah why not? transbian city
>>40323240You're gonna be eating dem words once u see just what kind of gold pile the orc city concept is resting on!!! So long sucker ahabahaha!!!
A new age was born!!!
>>40323262Albright gimme a sek uhmmm
First before i begin this tale of subtext and intuition, i must first state a few meta facts about this universe. This story is inspired by ORC CITY the one and only. But its a different universe, think Jojo part 6 ending. Allright here we go
Once upon some time, there was something grand and rich. Some called it a city. A city of orcs, otherwise known as .. ORC CITY *DUN DUN DUNNNNN*
A person in white surrounded by ruins and flames said one thing: "nothing is more detestable than an Orc"
A person in black said: "perhaps"
The person in white says: "flames surround us, and the blood and ash is at least a knuckles worth deep!"
The person in black says: "it could be, or maybe not"
PIW says: "it surely must be so for i measured it not long ago"
PIB says: "how long?"
PIW: "a knuckles depth"
PIB: "no, how long ago?"
PIW: "moments"
PIB: " how many?"
PIW: " I couldnt say"
PIB: "what can you say for sure?"
PIW: "that we're in.... ORC CITY" *MICHEAL BAY BACKGROUND EXPLOSIONS, "ORC CITY" IN BIG FAT RED WRITING ACCROSS THE SCREEN, CSImiamiYEAAAAAAA.wav*
Continue? (Its only just getting started, this is like dipping ur toes into the sea of subtext)
Part 2
Certainly it seems there was a mighty place once called Orc city, but now it seems all that remains is ash and fire. Of course it cant be proven that this was Orc city, for orc city was no more. We are surrounded by fire and ash, yet no citizens are here to tell the mighty local tales that once haunted other kingdoms.
It was once said that if an Orc kingdom were to burn, then Armageddon would be upon us, for surely no foe could truly best the might orcs of Orc city.
Yet nonetheless amongst these ruins we have a person, a woman or man, clad in white, standing amongst the fiery ruins of this once mighty kingdom.
Yet equally puzzling however, was the fact that a person clad in black standing in speaking distance of the person clad in white, was denying the things the white clad said.
White clad: orkish people are truly vile
Black clad: there is no proof of such
Wc: have you not heard the awful tales of the orcs of this city, of the terrors they have committed?
Bc: i have heard many things and i can not for certain say anything iv ever heard was true
Wc: there is definite proof of their crimes, the orcs have been a menace
In this region for eons
Bc: there has been much said, that fire surrounds us, that the blood and ash is knuckle deep, and that orcs are vile-
Wc: so?
Bc: yet all that apparently remains is our words, there is no counter story to be told for anyone who could tell it has burned
Wc: what
Bc: anything could have happened for there is no proof and no one here to claim otherwise, we could be tyrants standing upon a mound of torture and sin, no one can tell us otherwise. Even our-
Wc: thats nonsense you're-
Bc: even our identities are entirely non prove-able, can you truly say we are who we are?
Wc: i know i have bested all the orcs and i stand in their blood and ash and that i am clad in white
Bc: if u were clad in white yet standing in so much blood, would u not be clad in red?
Wc: ...
Bc: how did u kill them?
Wc: thats a story for another time
Part 3
In this orc city burned to the ground, one thing seemed absolutely sure, the queen of deathly magic was lurking somewhere in the shadows, behind all this mess, pulling strings we never even thought existed.. many many eons ago, it was foretold a queen of death would sit upon a throne of blood, and as these tales go, often once she sat upon this throne for the first time, the skies would split apart and creatures of dark would descend upon the world. But among those deathly evil creatures there would be one hero, the fabled one, who could restore balance to the world once again, a rogue minion of evil turned good.
The white clad often spoke of this individual in their sermons to the people of their home country of warriors of green.
But it was the black clad's belief that this gospel was merely gossip, and that the queen of life would be the one to bring chaos to the world.
Orc city was merely a chess piece in a far greater battle between white and black, everything and nothing. Yet somehow, reality broke down whenever one talked about what happened to Orc city.
Did the city truly burn?
Have you been there yourself? It was implied in a tavern once that one of the greatest archeologists visited the ruins of Orc city, and proved beyond any doubt that the city did indeed burn to the ground, its flames left blood red tinges on its marvelous mysterious stone that they used for construction, stone said to be impervious to fire.
Part 4 (this is where the story really finds its stride and it gets good(meta commentary))
Just as it seemed the curtain was closing on the matter of a certain Orc city, a thorough investigation done by the magistrate of witches proved to be perhaps the final keypiece in the mystery of the fallen city. Many clues were found, and countless questions had been answered. It was astounding what those witches of old could accomplish with merely a few sources of power.
Once it was revealed, many people who were once followers of the way of the orkish warriors disavowed their previous lessons. Countless orcs accross the world for the first time in history put their weapons down, permanently, allegedly.
In response to this event, the white clad decided they would be the ones to lead the world into a new age devoid of demons. But the black clad's response to this was to beckon the queen of deathly magic into the tower of desire, the very same place countless wars had been decided by one person deciding to do the right thing regardless of what would happen to them afterwards. There were monuments made for those who ventured into the tower of desire, and sat upon the throne of want.
