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I went for GemCutter and MatWillis. GemCutter, there was an old school sort of feel to your piece. I can't describe it really, but I liked the dark eldritch sort of feel as a call back to the era of Moorcock and Howard and Lovecraft.
MatWillis, I liked yours because it described how the universe really is. Fortunately only a very few of you puny humans can ever see it.


That may very well be true.
But the question was about a futuristic powered armour. IMO, fluid operated pistons are lot less futuristic.

Unless it's basically a fairystory, or fantasy like Marvel you can't break the laws of physics. The future will not make electric motors replace hydraulic or gas powered actuators.

That post was accidental, but came about because I was concerned by Ray’s comment, so may as well pursue it.

I accept that SciFi should probably be aware of Laws of Physics, and certainly X-men would not work so brilliantly if they tried to observe them.

But seems to me fantasy by it’s very definition can break any physical rule and is not always required to explain in convincing detail how or why something is possible ( Why does this stupid keyboard write pissible all the time ::) ?)

In fact, I enjoy brief explanations of how an author perceives that his fantasy phenomenon comes about and will accept it in a good story, but not necessarily care about its veracity. And Brandon Sanderson has definitely not shown respect for the chemistry of metals.

I suspect  @Mark Lawrence ‘s Broken Empire and Red Queen’s War trilogies both play some strange games with laws of physics and they are enthralling fantasy.

Most of you may heartily disagree with my disregard of scientific rigour, and certainly Ray has different views, but  I would be interested to hear any comments. Am no scientist so please KIS for this Stupid.  ::)

Please could @Elfy or @xiagan or any kind mod around, move this post to start a new thread as below just cannot do it tidily without computer.

Should Fantasy adhere to the Laws of Science, Physics in particular?

Depends on the level of suspension of belief that you wish to compel in your reader. Quite a bit of great fantasy has a minimal expected suspension of belief. "Through the Looking Glass" or Diskworld are examples of wonderful fantasy, without strong suspension of belief.

One of my strong desires in writing is to encourage people to examine their own beliefs. For me, adhering to Physics is very important. I want the reader to slip into strong suspension of belief so they can view things from perspectives that might not be their own.

My votes in!

Fantasy Book & Author Discussion / Re: Miscellaneous Musings about Books
« on: December 25, 2017, 07:55:59 AM »
The story of a ruler disguising himself and visiting his subjects is fairly ancient. Shakespeare had quite a few identity switches and gender disguises.
Kent disguised himself as Caius in order to protect the king in King Lear.

General Discussion / Re: CHRISTMAS!!
« on: December 25, 2017, 04:05:43 AM »
Merry Xmas!

Merry Christmas all! It isn't Xmas yet where I am but for those across the Atlantic from me, Merry Christmas!

Introductions / Re: Say Hi, I'm new thread
« on: December 21, 2017, 12:50:25 AM »
Welcome, Matt, good to have you on board. Now I am not the newest one here!

It is kind of slow right now, just like ScarletBea said. Normally you have to check a couple of times a day to keep up.


RobertS's good poetry about water

Thou art too kind gentle sir! Yet, as an artist desperate for accolade I do bask in the praise of such a fine writer as thyself.

So, avoiding the contest guidelines is now a thing?
Why didn’t I know?!!!   :o

Sorry, my bad.

My submission this time is called "Monkey Bars." It was the first thing that popped into my head so I followed the thought to it's illogical conclusion.

Monkey Bars, 1,374 words.
Spoiler for Hiden:
Five minutes to recess. If only I were magic and could change time. It would be Saturday every single day. Dad wouldn’t have to work and I wouldn’t have to go to school. No that’s a stupid fantasy, I like the enchiladas Mom makes on Saturday, but I would get tired of them.

Mrs. Martin is giving me that look. My smile is innocent. Her eyebrows lower. Kids start making noise and she looks at them. I keep my eyes forward so she doesn’t get angry. Unlike half the class, I read the assignments so she should leave me alone. I know what a gerund is. This is wasting my time.

Mrs. Martin rushes to the window. The other kids are out of their seats and rushing to the window.

Randy shouts, “He’s flying. Danny’s flying.”

June yells, “Rascal Haskell, get down before you fall.”

There are bars outside the window. Monkey bars. Randy is climbing monkey bars. Great, other classes have been let out and we are still stuck in here. There are two other kids on the monkey bars. Teachers are yelling at them. Maybe they aren’t supposed to be on the monkey bars till everyone gets out at recess. That would be fair.

The clock shows no mercy, four and a half minutes till recess. I have got to get out and play on the new monkey bars.

I am going to be in big trouble, maybe, but everyone else is at the window. Slowly I stand up. Slowly back out and back towards the door.

I shout, Da--” as I am blocked.

Looking up, Mr. Dale is blocking the doorway. I just backed into Bushy Brows himself.

Mr. Dale pushes me into the room and says, “Mrs. Martin, don’t let any of the children out until we know what is going on.”

He closes the door to our classroom. I hate Bushy Brows. He ruins everything. Always and every single time. At the window kids are shouting. Running to the window the new monkey bars are better than better. They go way up. Danny is still climbing.

Jennifer says to me, “He’s flying weird.”

I say, “He’s climbing.”

Jennifer yells out, “He’s climbing.”

Everyone starts yelling, “He’s climbing, he’s climbing.”

June yells, “Your right Jennifer, he’s climbing.”

Once again someone else gets credit and I get ignored. It’s probably going to be like that till the day I die.

There are sirens going off in the distance. Recess is started and we are missing it. Danny is still way up there. The principal and a couple of coaches are walking by the window. Coach Greer goes right through one of the bars.

I say, “That’s crazy, Coach Greer just--”
Cindy is pinching me. Her eyes are big as she whispers, “No one else sees them. I have been watching everyone. Only you and I.”

Recess is over. Mrs. Randal is at the door. Two coaches are with her.

Mrs. Randal says, “Excuse me Mrs. Martin, I need to interrupt class for a bit.

“That was quite some excitement. Did anyone see monkey bars?”

I glance out the window at the monkey bars. If I didn’t know I would get in trouble, I would slide out the window. These have to be the most amazing monkey bars ever. Cindy gives me a hard stare and kind of quivers her head in a short “No!” gesture.

I shake my head “No,” and Cindy smiles as she shakes her head “No.”

I never noticed that she was pretty, but she kind of is.

Mrs. Randal says, “If you see anyone flying or climbing, please report it to the office.”

Mrs. Martin asks, “What is going on?”

Mrs. Randal says, “We had a few children that left the ground today. We don’t want anyone to fall and get hurt. Children, if you hear anyone talking about monkey bars, we would love to know about it.”

She leaves and one of the coaches closes the door.

School is almost over when Brenda comes back from the bathroom. “Shhh, I could hear everyone out in the hall. If Mrs. Martin comes back in and we are not quiet, she will probably keep us after school.”

Then Brenda lowers her voice, “I heard the teachers talking. They have nine fliers and they are keeping them after school.”

Cindy exchanges glances with me. We haven’t talked but we have both had hours to think about what happens when adults start deciding things.


Outside Cindy and I are walking our bicycles. Our bicycles can go through the bars but we can’t. We may not be able to ride bicycles anymore.

Cindy says, “The sirens haven’t stopped all day. Cars may be dangerous. If we look this up on the internet they might find us.”

She takes out her cell phone and turns the sound back on.
I’m jealous. My grandmother offered to get me a cell phone and my parents refused to let me have one.

I say, “Nice phone.”

She reads a bit and says, “My mother and dad are okay. They want me to be extra careful going home.”

She stops and says, “What happens when they find out that we see the bars?”

I say, “We get found out tomorrow anyway. When they find out we can’t go through the bars, they will know how to test us.”

Cindy says, “If it is just two of us from class, then maybe it is one kid in ten. With one kid in ten, that would mean fifty kids in school can see the bars.”

Mom is waiting at the front of the school. She smiles and waves at me. Cindy and I dodge bars as we make our way to her. There are not a lot of low bars but there are enough to make you have to walk around or duck them on occasion.

Mother hugs me and whispers, “Your Dad came home early. He walked home from work.”

I look up at my Mothers face and see the fear she is holding back.

Cindy asks, “Mrs. Hoskins, “How bad is it?”

Mom says, “Charlie, you should introduce me to your friend.”

I say, “Mom, This is Cindy, how bad is it?”

Mom says, “We can talk later. Let’s walk. Cindy, Charlie, I want you to look ahead of you and try to come up with paths that you are not dodging and ducking while you walk. That makes it obvious.”

Cindy whispers, “You can see them too?”

Mother says, “No, I go through them.”

We have to separate to walk without making it obvious. When we get to my house Dad is packing his backpack.

He takes me in his arms and and says, “Both of you then.”

He stands and offers his hand to Cindy.

I say, “Dad, this is Cindy.”

Dad asks, “Are you the Pullman's little girl?”

Cindy says, “Yes, Mr. Hoskins. My parents are both okay and I don’t have any siblings. How bad is it?”

Dad says, “I am still not sure how much I should say.”

Cindy and he look at each other for a moment.

He says, “Cars, trains and planes have it bad. Boats are safe and they say that it is normal near the coast.”

Cindy says, “I should probably go home and let my parents know. I won’t be able to hide it long.”

Mom asks, “How far do you live?”

Cindy says, “It’s only three blocks.”

Mom says, “Charlie, stay and pack, you and your dad are going camping. I will escort Cindy home.”

While packing, Dad says, “We are taking a canoe to the river and down to the coast. Then I can rent a car. As long as we stay within seventy miles of the coast, we can get to your grandparents house. They have been planning for us to move back and take care of them anyway.”

I am really looking forward to this. This is like Saturday ever single day. We will be camping and canoeing and living at Grandpaw’s house. Then I think about it. There is a huge downside. If we are living on the coast, I may never get to climb the monkey bars.

[NOV 2017] Water / Re: [Nov 2017] - Water - Discussion Thread
« on: December 01, 2017, 07:24:58 PM »
I am hoping for a fusion sort of title. Such as, "Hogwart's meets Trump University." :)

Writers' Corner / Re: Is your reality fantasy?
« on: December 01, 2017, 03:18:27 AM »
Of course you don't have to believe in Lizard People and aliens ruling us since they believe in you. :)

I personally try to separate what I know, what I think is likely, what I believe and what I want to be true.

For example, I am charmed by the thought of the next card being flipped over being random. I do not for a moment actually believe that it is actually undetermined until I flip it. This may seem a simple and straight forward thought, but if you really know your physics, this statement has several controversial implications.

If we leave religions out but include the metaphysics espoused by the religions, we get a very wide range of possible rules. Just taking the number of souls you have in Christianity you can get numbers ranging from zero to three in major and ancient branches of the Faith.
The odds of a specific set of metaphysics being right is rather low considering the range of possible beliefs and since atheism is the least provable set of beliefs, there is a lot of room still for enough deviation.

I have been researching and trying to find the innate beliefs that humans hold. Not religion but the things they instinctively go back to and reach for as beliefs.  If you just pick the specific metaphysical elements that are believed by the majority of the world, you will get a system that is pretty ripe for writing fantasy.

Writers' Corner / Re: Fantasy Maps, and drawing mediums.
« on: December 01, 2017, 02:15:36 AM »
I like the styles of 16th century maps so I find something like this to use as a manual of style.

Writers' Corner / Re: Is the trope of evil monstrous humanoids problematic?
« on: November 28, 2017, 10:47:02 PM »
The lights have gone out.
Beware the Grue.

I never anthropomorphized the Grue. I suppose it could be humanoid, but there was never any evidence back when the Grue wandered in the dark.

Then again I never anthropomorphized the Boojum until I realized that the Boojum's lesser form could feel threatened by a railway share.

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