Hey doh!
So, I was thinking of ways to get the audience more involved in my works, yeah? And at the same time I was all like 'woah, it would be cool if the readers could write the story.' And then it hit me. The perfect combination of having the community involved and having a (hopefully) reasonablish (its totally an actual word-trust me) plot. Because, for anyone like me, I loathe reading some stories that go off on weird tangents, audience loses interest, author loses interest blah blah etc. etc... (read: Everlasting Promises for anyone who reads PJO).
Anyways, onto the idea: I'm going to (attempt to) write an ambiguous first chapter that can lead in many different directions, and see what you guys want from the story. Whether that means time-travel, or body-switches, or Jaune's criminal streak, or whatever, I'll do my best to write it. This includes characters, settings, key events, POV, whatever floats your boat.
Onto the actual chapter!
Politics - Coming from the Greek word 'Poly' meaning many and the English words 'tics' meaning blood sucking insects.
Professor Ozpin took a sip of his rapidly diminishing pot of coffee as he glanced over the files. The only remaining light came from the flickering candle on a stack of tousled folders on the furthermost corner of his desk, all of them clearly opened at the very least. The rest of his desk, however, was covered by a sprawling map of Remnant. The professor absentmindedly traced his finger around the compass rose that sat, idle, between the three kingdoms of Vale, Mantle, and Atlas. The fourth kingdom, Vacuo, sat on the far left of his desk, threatening to hang over the confines of his desk were the map in its entirety not held down by the headmaster. Various positions on the map were tacked down with short name-tags of cities, events, or persons of interest. Some tacks held large quantities of notes, others solitary papers.
On the other side of the room, the elevator doors opened, revealing the long black dress, white suit and middle-aged face of Glynda Goodwitch.
"Ozpin. Remember what we were talking about at lunch?" She asked as she walked towards his desk. Ozpin slowly closed the folder he was working on and put it on top of the stack in the corner, pulling out a slightly more worn looking folder and opening it instead.
"Yes. I've been looking into it since you mentioned it," he replied, gaze never straying from the information in front of him. "The potential... is staggering."
"I agree. So, what should we do?"
"Leave it to me, my esteemed colleague, leave it to me." Ozpin hastily scribbled a new note down, and pinned it to the map. Standing up, Ozpin continued.
"In fact, you could say that I've already got it covered." The look in his eye made the teacher in front of him shiver. For better or worse, she could not tell.
So, how was it? And more importantly, where is it going? Let me know :D
-C4p