Ryuus2's First Chapter Corner
A place for all the ideas that keep me from working on other stories. Now hosting: Fairy's of Fate, Mask Mage, Death Become Him
Foreword
A young man -early 20's, messy red hair, two short curved horns rising from his forehead, gold slit eyes, thin wire glasses, wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows- stepped up to a podium. Before he could even clear his throat, a rather wilted cabbage flew through the air and barely missed his pointy left ear. He yelped and ducked behind the podium before any more expired vegetation could come his way.
"Who the Hell forgot to turn on the Deflector Shield?!" he shouted to the stage crew.
"Sorry!" one technician called. A steady humming noise and slight waver in the air in front of the podium signaled the activation of the shield.
The young man stood back up, only to flinch once more as a particularly overripe orange struck the field and incinerated itself. He breathed a sigh of relief and determined to ignore any more projectile distractions. He straightened his leaf of notes, coughed once and set his eyes on the crowd before him.
"Hello all. I am Ryuus2. Firstly, I would like to apologize to my regular readers that this is yet another update to something other than my established stories. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but it is necessary. As such, I felt I should personally explain to everyone what's going on with this new project of mine, and why I felt I needed to start it.
"As the title say, this is the 'First Chapter Corner', a place for me to dump my new story ideas without crowding up my page with things I don't want to work on while I try to advance my major stories, without slowing my posting rate too badly. Honestly, I should have put 'Key of a Hero' and 'Coordinator Ash' here, but I only recently decided on this project. I have a bad habit of coming up with new story ideas while trying to work on updates, and it's my hope that this project will allow me to better focus on more important projects."
"Yeah right!" a voice heckled from the shadows of the audience. "We've heard that before. You're no better than any other author who says that!"
The horned man flinched as the accusation struck close to home, but brushed it off and glared at the source of the call. "Anonymous Guest flamers who don't have the balls to create an account don't get an opinion." With that, two burly guards appeared next to the shadowy, indistinct mass and stuffed it in a box marked 'Sturdy: Handle with Sledgehammers' and carried it off.
Ryuus2 stared until the guards had cleared out before returning his attention to the audience. "Sorry about that. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but worms like that are just an annoyance. Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that, and assure you that I will finish my other stories, sometimes I just need to clear my head-*thud* Yeeooouch!" he cried out when a size 10 boot came flying out of the crowd to smack him square in the face. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Sorry! My bad!" the same technician from before shouted. "I thought you were done, so I turned off the shield!"
"Okay, that is it! It's the Rancor pit for you!"
"Uh, but we don't have a Rancor pit."
Fuming, the horned man flicked his wrist and a small spiral journal with stone covers appeared in his left hand. He flipped to a random page, pulled out a pen, and started writing. A few seconds later, he closed the journal with a snap, just as a pull-cord appeared next to his head. "We do now," he said, then pulled the cord.
The technician gave a startled scream as the ground fell out beneath him. The scream was quickly replaced by one of abject terror, followed by a horrible roar and meaty crunch.
Ryuus2 nodded to himself then turned to the audience. "Now, who threw that boot?" he asked with a smirk. His smirk turned positively predatory at the resulting silence. "That's what I thought." His smile immediately brightened into a much more welcoming grin. "Now, please enjoy the stories! I look forward to your critiques and reviews!"