Writing Fantasy / Sci-Fi: The trap of the Proper name.

[aTOMiC]

Not the way you are goin dude. This aint chess its meaningless drivel and I'm the master!

HAH! Your inability to perceive the game will not avail you in the end, groveler; and the dullness of your limited senses will not cushion the reality of your imminent, unavoidable defeat. You kneel before me on unsteady knees that even now weep their failure. Begone, mortal! Don't make me turn this car around!

Bah! You are fey and anile. Your inchoate thoughts are chaff. Failure? Failure?! I know not the meaning of such a word. Uh. I really don't. duh...
But you are doomed none the less. Here this you pitiable cretin, you shall be crushed as bread crumbs before the feet of toddlers marching toward the inevitable lure of chocolate milk! Read my words and be dismayed! Pfah!!!!

[dANdeLION]

Bah! You are fey and anile. Your inchoate thoughts are chaff. Failure? Failure?! I know not the meaning of such a word. Uh. I really don't. duh...
But you are doomed none the less. Here this you pitiable cretin, you shall be crushed as bread crumbs before the feet of toddlers marching toward the inevitable lure of chocolate milk! Read my words and be dismayed! Pfah!!!!

Pitiable buffoon! Breadcrumbs are already crushed at the breadcrumb factory before packaging; and the bagboy does the rest. Chocolate milk can only harm a canine. Brandishing stinky diapers will not undo me! Be dismayed by your own words; you attempt to wield sentences you cannot hope to comprehend, let alone master. One thing you do well; you do not allow yourself to be distracted by the true purpose of this thread. But, you're not quite a Daniel Webster, you know.

[aTOMiC]

Pitiable buffoon! Breadcrumbs are already crushed at the breadcrumb factory before packaging; and the bagboy does the rest. Chocolate milk can only harm a canine. Brandishing stinky diapers will not undo me! Be dismayed by your own words; you attempt to wield sentences you cannot hope to comprehend, let alone master. One thing you do well; you do not allow yourself to be distracted by the true purpose of this thread. But, you're not quite a Daniel Webster, you know.

Though the breadcrumbs have been pre crushed I submit to your un imaginative mentality, that the crumbs for which I am referring are yet crushed further to a degree your puny intellect cannot hope to comprehend I...Daniel who?

[dANdeLION]

Though the breadcrumbs have been pre crushed I submit to your un imaginative mentality, that the crumbs for which I am referring are yet crushed further to a degree your puny intellect cannot hope to comprehend I...Daniel who?

Do you mean crushed to the extent that the now bear a close resemblance to the relative proportions of your intellect? Your wit? Your abilities? Your talent?
If, so, then I can vaguely comprehend it, like God comprehending the existence of an ant. Webster, fool; like the dictionary.

[aTOMiC]

Do you mean crushed to the extent that the now bear a close resemblance to the relative proportions of your intellect? Your wit? Your abilities? Your talent?

That's pretty acurate. Yeah. "Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! "

[dANdeLION]

That's pretty acurate. Yeah. "Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! "

Checkmate.

[aTOMiC]

Checkmate.

Is that a term of some kind? An eastern european wife? What?

[dANdeLION]

Is that a term of some kind? An eastern european wife? What?

Look it up in the dictionary. dic·tio·nary. Pronunciation: 'dik-shi-uh-ner-E

[aTOMiC]

Is that a term of some kind? An eastern european wife? What?

Look it up in the dictionary. dic·tio·nary. Pronunciation: 'dik-shi-uh-ner-E

check·mate ( P ) Pronunciation Key (chkmt)
tr.v. check·mat·ed, check·mat·ing, check·mates
To attack (a chess opponent's king) in such a manner that no escape or defense is possible, thus ending the game.
To defeat completely.

n.

A move that constitutes an inescapable and indefensible attack on a chess opponent's king.
The position or condition of a king so attacked.
Utter defeat.

interj.
Used to declare the checkmate of an opponent's king in chess.


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[Middle English chekmat, from Old French eschec mat, from Arabic h mt, the king is dead
: h, king (from Persian shh. See shah) + mt, died (from earlier mta, to die. See mwt in Semitic Roots).]

Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.


checkmate

\Check"mate\, n. [F. ['e]chec et mat, fr. Per. sh[=a]h m[=a]t ceckmate, lit., the king is dead, fr. Ar. m
[=a]ta he died, is dead. The king, when made prisoner, or checkmated, is assumed to be dead, and the game
is finished. See Chess.] 1. The position in the game of chess when a king is in check and cannot be released,
-- which ends the game.

2. A complete check; utter defeat or overthrow.


Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.


checkmate

\Check"mate\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Checkmated; p. pr. & vb. n. Checkmating.]
1. (Chess) To check (an adversary's king) in such a manner that escape in impossible;
to defeat (an adversary) by putting his king in check from which there is no escape.

2. To defeat completely; to terminate; to thwart.

To checkmate and control my just demands. --Ford.


Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.


checkmate

n 1: victory in a game of chess 2: a move constituting an inescapable and
indefensible attack on the opponent's king v : beat in a chess game

[dANdeLION]

Very resourceful.

[Brinn]

This topic has clearly jumped the tracks and is now careening into uncharted territories that lie further and further away from the intended route.

Please try to stay on topic.

Now, back to those Grilloth Hounds....

[hierachy]

yes, aparently they are very yummy...

[Brinn]

1. The Grilloth-Hounds are diminutive at best. The largest hound measures no more than 4 inches in height at the haunches. It does have a long tapered tail about 5 inches long. Essentially we're talking, rodent. The label is essentially a pejorative.
I hope that satisfies your curiosity on the subject.

*chin resting thoughtfully between thumb and forefinger* I see....

That explains alot. Keeping these facts in mind, I have re-read the story and it now makes much more sense. Thank you for the clarification.

[dANdeLION]

This topic has clearly jumped the tracks and is now careening into uncharted territories that lie further and further away from the intended route. Please try to stay on topic.

Brinn, clearly you misunderstand. The point of this discussion is, has been, and always will be how too much "insider" information in a work of fiction can lead a reader to despair, and subsequentially lead him to break his vows, and engage the ritual of dissemination, ripping the book to shreds and throwing the particles out his back yard to be further disseminated by his son, who is mowing the lawn, and cannot be bothered to pick up the trash until after the mows over it. Similarly, the postings of Clear and myself are just an allegorical way of proving the original point; therefore, they fall under the umbrella of being on topic. Besides, I'm bigger than you, you Silver-Surfer looking dude; and I don't have to if I don't want to.

[Brinn]

Brinn, clearly you misunderstand. The point of this discussion is, has been, and always will be how too much "insider" information in a work of fiction can lead a reader to despair, and subsequentially lead him to break his vows, and engage the ritual of dissemination, ripping the book to shreds and throwing the particles out his back yard to be further disseminated by his son, who is mowing the lawn, and cannot be bothered to pick up the trash until after the mows over it. Similarly, the postings of Clear and myself are just an allegorical way of proving the original point; therefore, they fall under the umbrella of being on topic.

*chin resting thoughtfully between thumb and forefinger* I see....

Please pardon my folly. My myopic interpretation momentarily impaired my ability to comprehend the panorama that is this discussion.

However, I do take umbrage at your observation regarding our relative physical dimensions. Although my overall mass may be less than yours please note that I am absolutely jacked and ripped yet remain as lithe as a 10 year old ballerina. You, on the other hand, are bulky and ponderous almost to the point of being abstract, drawn in bright primary colors that lack the subtle yet gorgeous shadings of my metallic exterior.

[aTOMiC]

Bravo Brinn!

[dANdeLION]

Please pardon my folly. My myopic interpretation momentarily impaired my ability to comprehend the panorama that is this discussion.

Ahh, now I see you comprehend the thrust, meaning, purpose, and point of this discussion.

However, I do take umbrage at your observation regarding our relative physical dimensions. Although my overall mass may be less than yours please note that I am absolutely jacked and ripped yet remain as lithe as a 10 year old ballerina. You, on the other hand, are bulky and ponderous almost to the point of being abstract, drawn in bright primary colors that lack the subtle yet gorgeous shadings of my metallic exterior.

I by no means intended to slight your not-insufficient Galactus-given cosmic powers. Yet I too have the power cosmic, bestowed unto me by no less that the mighty cosmic cue-ball. In addition, I was born on a distant planet, and whisk here to earth at an early age to be raised my a farmer couple. Since descovering my invincibility, at the hands of super-scientists, I have been subjected to cosmic rays, bitten by a radioactive tree frog, forced to drink the Super Soldier Syrup, and had a 10,000 megaton bomb go off on me whilst trying to save my loyal friend, Whatshisname. In short, I can kick ass. Serious, serious ass. WOO!!!!

[Brinn]

In short, I can kick ass. Serious, serious ass. WOO!!!!

Come now dAN, If my days as a Herald taught me anything it was that we cosmic beings should not flaunt our abilities nor tout our strengths amongst mere mortals. *Brinn quickly jumps into a double-rear-bicep followed quickly by a frontal most-muscular pose*

[dANdeLION]

Come now dAN, If my days as a Herald taught me anything it was that we cosmic beings should not flaunt our abilities nor tout our strengths amongst mere mortals. *Brinn quickly jumps into a double-rear-bicep followed quickly by a frontal most-muscular pose*

Ahh, how your wisdom humbles me. I would sit at your shiny feet and learn more, but I seem unable to bend....

[Brinn]

but I seem unable to bend....

Now that's funny!