tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post327581107619792554..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday November 29th, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-23230363785306391652015-12-06T01:23:29.895-08:002015-12-06T01:23:29.895-08:00Greg - surprisingly, it had nothing to do with the...Greg - surprisingly, it had nothing to do with the kids. Again, though, too long to tell the actual inspiration. Sorry :)<br /><br />My actual line of thinking for mine was that the robot had (somewhat recently) begun trying to kill the wizard 'by accident' but the wizard had figured it out and was trying to destroy the thing (which he could only research while the robot wasn't around, obviously). I might need to revisit this and give it some more room to breathe...<br /><br />Oh my goodness. I can easily imagine how much fun you had writing this one. Terribly satisfying ending :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-91055896776737895842015-11-30T05:12:06.898-08:002015-11-30T05:12:06.898-08:00Wizards and robots sounds like the product of that...Wizards and robots sounds like the product of that evening with all those children :)<br />Hmm, I guess I robot has a number of advantages over a animal familiar or a magically created living servant, so I think I can see what might have made the wizard think it was a good idea initially. I can't see the problem with the robot myself: it seems helpful and efficient and just the kind of person who would annoy the hell out of you with its constant corrections and solicitiousness :) Which description should tell you how much I enjoyed reading your story!<br /><br /><b>The wizard and the robot</b><br />"I don't think I like this place much." Dave's face was thankfully hidden by a silver-painted cardboard box, or his look of supercilous disgust would almost certainly have gotten them both thrown out. "Everyone's... <i>weird</i>."<br />"It's a convention," said Vince patiently. He was wearing robes and a pointy hat and carrying a staff that was not-quite brushing against the ceiling of the conference centre. "Everyone's dressed up as things they like about comics and films. They're not weird, they're just–"<br />"Effed up."<br />"Enthusiastic," said Vince. He sighed. "Look Dave, you wanted to come and chase this woman. You picked the costumes. You're the robot for God's sake, I'm the one people keep coming up and asking if I'm Saruman." Dave muttered something that Vince decided he didn't want to try and hear. He looked around.<br />The room they were in was a kind of ante-chamber to the "Merchant's Hall" where the various games companies, comic book publishers and independent artists and Kickstarters had set up stalls. There was a steady flow of people, dressed as witches, wizards, robots, superheroes and (for some reason) My Little Ponies. He'd even seen a Bob the Builder stroll past ten minutes ago.<br />"What's she dressed as again, Dave?" he asked.<br />Dave mumbled something, and Vince had to press his head against the cardboard of the robot's head to hear him. "What?"<br />"One of the mushrooms from Mario Kart," said Dave, sullenly. Vince suppressed a chuckle.<br />"I thought you said that was just a one-off," he said, and then ducked as the robot swung a cardboard arm at him. "Ok, ok, Dave. It's your... thing. Looking for a mushroom. Got you." They strolled back out to the foyer, where Dave swung around, staring at everyone that went past.<br />"'Ere," said a small voice, and Vince looked down to find a three-year-old boy tugging on his robes. "Are you Casper?"<br />Vince smiled, trying not to show his puzzlement. "No," he said. "My friend wanted me to be a wizard and got the costume for me."<br />"So who are you then?"<br />"I'm the Grand Wizard," said Vince, his hand hiding the triple-K monogram.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com