Best,
Nevyan
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Crystal City is dry. Drier than the Long Desert of Mars in summer and worse yet it’s a true dry town. Sounds funny calling a city a town but truths the truth and there isn’t a drop of ethanol for a ways.
This town is true Frontier land, nothing but saloons, mines and whorehouses. Well off the beaten path except for the battered freighter fliers that stop in for the liquor or the whores. This town is funny like that where they have rotgut whiskey but no clean ethanol for old fliers.
I secured my own flier over by what passes for the church in this dusty heap of a town. No one occupies the building, just the graveyard off to the side, and that a might full too.
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I like the tone, kinda reminded me of an old sheriff in the wild west- which I guess is the sort of voice you are trying to affect.
I was hooked by the first sentence, but stumbled on the second. Maybe its me but I think it would work better with some puncutation to break it up.
And am I being stupid, but what is a true dry city? why would you refer to a City as a town just because there not a drop of ethanol there? This question sprung to mind when I read it...
[This message has been edited by Jonny Woopants (edited December 30, 2005).]
Cutting a lot might help. One paragraph about the city, then we get to the arrival. (I'll want to know, really soon: why is MC visiting Crystal City?)
As to the confusion of using 'dry' I tried to expand on the MC's definition of dry (no ethanol for his ship) vs our term for dry (liquor free). I think I fixed that enough in the opening but I'd rather rely on second opinion.
Best,
Nevyan
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Crystal City is dry. Drier than the Long Desert of Mars in summer and worse yet it’s a true dry town for spacers. Sounds funny calling a city a town but truths the truth and there isn’t a drop of ethanol for your flier for quite a ways.
This town is real Frontier land, nothing but saloons, mines and whorehouses. Well off the beaten path except for the battered freighter crews that occasionally land in town for liquor or the Companies girls. This town is funny like that, where they have rotgut whiskey but no clean ethanol for spacers’ old fliers.
I secured my own ship over by what passes for the church in this dusty heap of a town. No one occupies the building, just the graveyard off to the side, and that a might full too.
[This message has been edited by Nevyan (edited December 31, 2005).]
For example, if you are going authentic Old West then isn't=ain't and the like. Also, too many of the clipped sentences hurt the flow.
What is the context? Is this an internal dialog? Stream of conciousness? Fireside story? Dear reader? Perhaps if you set that more clearly, the voice would then come through more consistently and naturally.
(Ironic that I just watched Firefly, which is an interesting Wild West/SF amalgam).