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On Chiefs, Nano, and other things...

Yes, Javafiend, my Chiefs did win at the Black Hole. I'm sorry to my many Raider Nation friends, but I am pleased, because I didn't have high hopes the first two games of this season. I still think it's touch and go for my Chiefs, but David Huard is not sucking too bad, (he's about on even keel, even if he's no Payton or Tom). But it was a good game on all sides.

I think I have narrowed my Nanowrimo choice. I'm writing on the 'fae' concept, but since they were never really fae, they are no longer called that. Instead they are the 'makakeem' because that is what they are, at least in their stories, but as they don't make up the stories, who knows what they are really.

Confusing, yes I know...so if you are interested, read behind the cut....

The premise of the entire world, (which I thought of before I read HP and before my lovely Gita came up with a completely seperate story involving Nephalim that is so totally cool), is that there is a seperate race of beings with angelic qualities, but lacking the ability to create. They can't write stories, they can't create inventions. They do have a power all their own, if you ask, they can call up rain for your dying crops, but it would never occur to them to even plant a seed to create sustenance. In their legends, (which they admit, they didn't create, but borrowed from humans), they are the descendants of nephalim, they are part angelic beings who are given the gifts of their angelic forbearers, but aren't givent he ability to create. That was gifted to humans alone because they are God's creation and made in his image.

In earlier times, these beings and humanity lived in symbiosis as it were, humans depended on them for their abilities, they depended on humans for their ability to change, adapt, and create. But as time goes on, the two sides resent each other more and more, and pull away and seperate. Humanity, the great story tellers, pass on tales of fallen gods, demons, fae, and other things, but forget for the most part these beings ever really existed. And as for the malakeem, they themselves seperate themselves away with their abilities, (a bit HPish), but because of this they are stuck in a time pocket as it were. It's not that time stops for them, time continues for them as it does for everyone else, but they never change or adapt to it. As it was when they first seperated themselves, so it remains for hundreds, even thousands of years. They begin to stagnate at this, and their civilizations begin to die off.

Over time, several of the society groups decide to counteract this by creating a group that interjects itself into human society, thus creating a vital contact link between them and humanity. These groups live in the human world and take note of it, bringing back what they find. Some of this is brought with very little understanding of the science behind it, (say a television), while other things are actually studied extensively before they are brought back to their world, (say medicine). Over time, their world becomes a mishmosh of inventions, ideas, stories, and creations from a variety of times, all jumbled together.

That's the background. The story itself is that in our time, (and most likely in LA which is the city I know the best), there is a murder that looks to be your typical strung-out prostitute dead in a dumpster. The detective, (normal cynical sort), a very practical guy, gets drug into this world as he investigates and finds out not only do these thigns exist, but there is something very sinister going on.

So there will be nephalim, demons, pastrami sandwiches, and all sorts of things going on....now I just have to write it.



Thanks to Salamet for helping me work it out, and Cataragon for voting for it.

I'm swamped at work this week, trying to find a receptionist for our NY office and finishing the New Hire Orientation. I don't feel good today, (hormones, ugh), but I'm here. I think tonight is going to be low key, with me fixing a salard for supper and curling up with football and Anne of Green Gables. I feel exhausted already and it's only 10. Part of that is just normal for this sort of day anyway. Ugh.
Tags: football, hormones, nanowrimo
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