For the Horde. A World of Warcraft Fan-fiction
Lord above, help me, but I never thought I'd descend to the level of nerd-dom necessary to write a fan-fiction. Nevertheless, here we are. I should probably explain what this is all about. Y'see, Blizzard is a video game design company that's put together a series of successful real-time strategy games over the past 15 years. Those who’ve heard of the company may know I’m referring to fantasy-based Warcraft and the science fiction variant Starcraft.
Upwards of six years ago, Blizzard released an MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) called World of Warcraft, which has more than 80 million players worldwide and is easily the most lucrative video game of all time.
I played a bit when it first came out, but ultimately didn’t much care for it. The fact that it penalized you if you chose to play by yourself rather than cooperate in groups didn’t appeal to me. Oddly enough, my folks became addicted to it. Heck, they’re probably playing it as I write this.
Anyhoo, I’m a writer looking to get my name out there in hopes of hooking a literary agent’s interest. Blizzard announced a contest for best fan-fiction of 2010, with a grand prize including full tour of Blizzard HQ. I personally wouldn’t care to go, but winning the contest would get my name out to those 80 million players, which is one heck of an incentive.
Long story short, I worked on my entry for about two weeks before I realized that it was just too big. No entry could be more than 7,500 words long, and this one will be easily twice that. The thing is, it’s a good story, but since it’s a fan-fiction and uses copyrighted characters, it could never be published anywhere else.
So, I’m presenting it here in installments as time allows while I return to the drawing board and see if I can’t come up with an entry that will fit Blizzard’s requirements.
For the Horde. Part One
An ill wind was blowing when Prospector Gunstan shouldered his pickaxe and left the safety of his meager tent. Not that he would’ve been able to tell it from any other sandstorm moving in from the outskirts of Uldum Desert. To the only surviving Explorer’s League member stationed in the Valley of Watchers, they were all ill winds.
He wondered what the silhouette emerging from the sand spray would be this time. Dunemaul ogre? Blood elf from the Dawnrise Expedition? It certainly wasn’t another random scorpid.
He gave a mental shrug, unlimbering for the fight ahead. It mattered little. He was oathsworn to await the expedition to the center of Uldum’s return. It had been five years since their disappearance, and like all those who stood vigil before him, Gunstan would die before leaving his post.
It was that lack of imagination that proved Gunstan’s downfall. When the ragged figure of a dwarf—and wearing the finery of a high explorer at that—stalked through the sand, Gunstan could scarcely think it anyone other than the lost Tomli Magellas, co-subcommander of the Explorer’s League and advisor to King Magni Bronzebeard himself.
Then a pulse of dark energy ripped open the dwarf’s visage from within. Something made of ethereal scales and hate leapt out. Gunstan only stuttered in surprise. Momentarily, of course.
Gunstan’s failure of imagination likewise led to the notion—until a few moments ago—that dying at his post was the worst fate that could befall him.
- For The Horde. Part Two
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