Title says it all, ever write fanfics about your favorite role-playing games and their settings? I do. Mainly out of boredom and because I like fanfics (yes, I know they're considered to be inferior to real literature, but I enjoy them anyway). I want to know if anybody else on this forum writes RPG fanfics or reads them, for that matter.

In fact, I am currently writing some right now. Just posted the first chapter to a fanfic about solo RPG's. Sort of a "story within a story" in which the first chapter about the character playing a solo RPG serves as the framing device for the game's actual story itself.

It's titled "Flowers On The Wall" (named after The Statler Brothers' song about boredom)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8150791/chapters/18679711

I even mentioned this very site in the first chapter, sort of as an Easter Egg.

Also, if you know of any RPG fanfics or write them yourself, share them here.

Quote from: Doc Sammy;922096I want to know if anybody else on this forum writes RPG fanfics or reads them, for that matter.

I've read some.

Back in the 1990s I played in and eventually co-GMed a Star Trek game. The GM, who started us out gaming Star Trek used to write fiction about the Star Trek characters from the campaign she played in with the guy who started her out gaming Star Trek. They would write a chapter or two and then send that to the other person who would continue the story. In a sense, our campaign was a parallel universe off shoot of their original campaign. Some of those characters appeared in our setting, though non of our new characters ever appeared in the fiction. Which is part of what made our campaign a parallel universe. The original GM also used to write a bunch of fiction about his characters and some of her characters. He even included them in non-Star Trek settings. He did a bunch of fiction using those characters in a Spell Jammer setting.

Oh dear, it's come to this.

Quote from: Doc Sammy;922096Title says it all, ever write fanfics about your favorite role-playing games and their settings?

Not me, but apparently some people do: http://www.therpgsite.com/showthread.php?35030-Solo-RPGing-Yeah-that-means-by-your-self

Quote from: One Horse Town;922107Oh dear, it's come to this.

I'm in my Tron-suit. I'm ready to LARP. COME AT ME One Horse!!!!!!

Quote from: One Horse Town;922107Oh dear, it's come to this.

I'm sorry. Forgive me if I'm breaking any rules, I didn't know. And if I didn't break any rules then I'm sorry I upset you.

Here's my fanfic:

Chapter One: Genesis of the Plot!

Lestat gently stroked his neon hot pink Gibson guitar signed by George Michael and thought about his past as a rock performer. Sadly, the 80s were over.

"I'm incredibly bored," he said gothically.

"Isn't that a shame! We'll have to do something about that!" Said a mysterious voice mysteriously from the shadows.


"Whaaa..?" Lestat exclaimed vampirically.

Stepping from the shadows came a familiar figure in a ruffled pink shirt of the kind people used to wear back in the gothic Victorian times.

"Louie?" Letstat exclaimed in shock* "But I thought you were dead! Or more dead. Deader than undead!"

"Turns out, I'm okay!" Louie said mysteriously, arching his eyebrow and winking sphinxlike.

"Oh, can this be true?" Pondered Lestat, happily but still gothically. "But Louie? Why are you so short? And why are you suddenly wearing mouse fur?"

"Well, you see" Louie explained cryptically," I'm not just you're Louie. Turns out I'm an amalgamation** of every Louie that has ever existed in any copyrighted writer's universe ever!"

"Whaaaaaa?" Lestat ponderously exclaimed outloud with vampiric undertones.

"There's no time to explain further I'm afraid my old friend Lestat the Vampire! We need to get to Egypt! Jesus needs us!"

WoooshWooshWooosh!

A blue police phonebox suddenly appeared in the room Britishly!



* - so shocked he forgot to exclaim either gothically or vampirically.
**- See Marvel vs DC

Chapter the Second: Britishocity

From out of the blue box stepped Doctor Who and Rose Tyler. "I'm the Doctor and this is Rose Tyler!" Doctor Who said with a British accent. "We are gathering all the great heroes throughout time in this time period to help us save the past from an evil plot."

"All the heroes?" Said Lestat. "But I'm not a hero, I'm a vampire!"

"You can be my friend," Amalgam-Louie said, placing his hand on Lestat's shoulder. "You can be, if you only look inside yourself."

"Okay" Lestat said with occult resolution." I hardly can believe it but if you say so I will trust you my old friend, for now."

"Good job!" Said Doctor Who with his accent. He shook hands with Lestat, "I'm the 10th Doctor by the way. You have a lovely guitar."

"Thankyou, " Lestat said arcanely."It was a gift from George Michael, for my birthday. Not my real birthday…my vampire birthday! But George Michael didn't know that!"

"I see" Doctor Who said, understanding Lestat's joke and chuckling softly.

"There's no time to waste!" Rose Tyler said. "Get in the TARDIS everyone! Next stop Chuck Norris's riverboat!"

Meanwhile, in the river boat that Chuck Norris shared with his friend, Duncan Macleod, Chuck Norris was practicing with his nunchucks.

"You're getting good with those!" Said Duncan MaCleod.

Chuck Norris flashed back to how he and Duncan had first met. It had been in London, where he was on tour, winning martial arts tournements. After a particularly fine battle with a large sumo wrestler, Chuck Norris was exhausted and went out for a walk when he came across two men fighting with swords, one of them in a long trenchcoat weilding the most beautiful katana Chuck Norris had ever seen, and the other one dressed as a viking warrior!

"There can be only one!" the Viking shouted and lunged at Duncan Macleod with his battleaxe marked with magical Norse runes that gave it supernatural powers. Chuck Norris could tell by the runes that the viking was evil so he quickly jumped in and yelled "Ki-Ya!" Together, he and Duncan Macleod made short work of the viking, chuck Norris giving him a roundhouse kick to the face and then Duncan Macleod cutting off his head with a mightly slash of his beautiful katana.

"Quickly, move back!" He said to Chuck Norris, with a Scottish accent. Chuck didn't understand, but he somehow immediately trusted this man as his Karate senses told him hin his heart that he was good. Stepping back, he stared in amazement as lighting came down from the sky and bolts jumped out of the viking's neck wound and went into Duncan as he spasmed in ecstacy.

"That was the Quickening" Duncan said, when it was over. "His powers have now gone into me. We're Immortals, and whenever we meet we have to fight because there can be only one!"

Chuck Norris drew up his fists and prepared to fight, but Duncan reassured him Scottishly: "No my ally, there can only be one Immortal in the end, but there can be lots of humans!"

"Well, that's good" Chuck Norris said, smiling. "I would hate to have to fight you because I can tell that you're a good warrior like me."

"Yes". Replied Duncan. "by the way, I am the Highlander, but you can call me Duncan."

"I'm Chuck Norris."

"I know, I have seen you're movies. I am a big fan"

And from then on they were fast friends, and Duncan invited Chuck Norris to come live with him on his riverboat.

Part Trio: Duncan a Mio

Duncan sat polishing his magnificent katana. He reflected fondly how it had been a gift from George Michael. The two of them had become friends at a midnight showing of Road House starring Patrick Swayze.

Suddenly a strange beeping filled the air.

"Gadzooks!" said Chuck Norris, "That's my Karate Communicator *! But it only is supposed to ring when there's massive troubles!"

"Hello?" Chuck Norris asked, quizically.

"Chuck Norris? This is Leonardo! Leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"

"The Ninja Turtles?" Thought Chuck Norris, "Holy crap! I Thought you guys were just an urban legend!"

"No," explained Leonardo, "We're very real. I'm calling to tell you that you are in great danger! There are a group of creatures who....GAKKKKK!"

The line went dead with static.

"Leo? Leonardo?!" Chuck Norris screamed. but it was too late. The line was dead.

"What was that about?" Duncan asked Scottishly, but before Chuck Norris could answer the windows on their riverboat home suddenly imploded!

"Oh man," said Chuck Norris, "We've got problems!"

"Do you think it's ninjas again?" Asked the Highlander, readying his beauteous katana.

"I think we're about to find out" Chuck Norris replied, gracefully twirling his nunchucks and the readying them like he was ready for action.




* - The Karate Communicators had been given out to all the greatest martial artists in the world by Bruce Lee before the Chinese government faked his death so that he could go underground and infiltrate the Triads.



Thats as far as I got before deciding I'd rather waste my time doing things that didn't hurt my brain

We get it. You hate fanfiction. You could just say that directly. I wouldn't mind.

Quote from: TristramEvans;922128Here's my fanfic:

Chapter One: Genesis of the Plot!

Lestat gently stroked his neon hot pink Gibson guitar signed by George Michael and thought about his past as a rock performer. Sadly, the 80s were over.

"I'm incredibly bored," he said gothically.

"Isn't that a shame! We'll have to do something about that!" Said a mysterious voice mysteriously from the shadows.


"Whaaa..?" Lestat exclaimed vampirically.

Stepping from the shadows came a familiar figure in a ruffled pink shirt of the kind people used to wear back in the gothic Victorian times.

"Louie?" Letstat exclaimed in shock* "But I thought you were dead! Or more dead. Deader than undead!"

"Turns out, I'm okay!" Louie said mysteriously, arching his eyebrow and winking sphinxlike.

"Oh, can this be true?" Pondered Lestat, happily but still gothically. "But Louie? Why are you so short? And why are you suddenly wearing mouse fur?"

"Well, you see" Louie explained cryptically," I'm not just you're Louie. Turns out I'm an amalgamation** of every Louie that has ever existed in any copyrighted writer's universe ever!"

"Whaaaaaa?" Lestat ponderously exclaimed outloud with vampiric undertones.

"There's no time to explain further I'm afraid my old friend Lestat the Vampire! We need to get to Egypt! Jesus needs us!"

WoooshWooshWooosh!

A blue police phonebox suddenly appeared in the room Britishly!



* - so shocked he forgot to exclaim either gothically or vampirically.
**- See Marvel vs DC

Chapter the Second: Britishocity

From out of the blue box stepped Doctor Who and Rose Tyler. "I'm the Doctor and this is Rose Tyler!" Doctor Who said with a British accent. "We are gathering all the great heroes throughout time in this time period to help us save the past from an evil plot."

"All the heroes?" Said Lestat. "But I'm not a hero, I'm a vampire!"

"You can be my friend," Amalgam-Louie said, placing his hand on Lestat's shoulder. "You can be, if you only look inside yourself."

"Okay" Lestat said with occult resolution." I hardly can believe it but if you say so I will trust you my old friend, for now."

"Good job!" Said Doctor Who with his accent. He shook hands with Lestat, "I'm the 10th Doctor by the way. You have a lovely guitar."

"Thankyou, " Lestat said arcanely."It was a gift from George Michael, for my birthday. Not my real birthday...my vampire birthday! But George Michael didn't know that!"

"I see" Doctor Who said, understanding Lestat's joke and chuckling softly.

"There's no time to waste!" Rose Tyler said. "Get in the TARDIS everyone! Next stop Chuck Norris's riverboat!"

Meanwhile, in the river boat that Chuck Norris shared with his friend, Duncan Macleod, Chuck Norris was practicing with his nunchucks.

"You're getting good with those!" Said Duncan MaCleod.

Chuck Norris flashed back to how he and Duncan had first met. It had been in London, where he was on tour, winning martial arts tournements. After a particularly fine battle with a large sumo wrestler, Chuck Norris was exhausted and went out for a walk when he came across two men fighting with swords, one of them in a long trenchcoat weilding the most beautiful katana Chuck Norris had ever seen, and the other one dressed as a viking warrior!

"There can be only one!" the Viking shouted and lunged at Duncan Macleod with his battleaxe marked with magical Norse runes that gave it supernatural powers. Chuck Norris could tell by the runes that the viking was evil so he quickly jumped in and yelled "Ki-Ya!" Together, he and Duncan Macleod made short work of the viking, chuck Norris giving him a roundhouse kick to the face and then Duncan Macleod cutting off his head with a mightly slash of his beautiful katana.

"Quickly, move back!" He said to Chuck Norris, with a Scottish accent. Chuck didn't understand, but he somehow immediately trusted this man as his Karate senses told him hin his heart that he was good. Stepping back, he stared in amazement as lighting came down from the sky and bolts jumped out of the viking's neck wound and went into Duncan as he spasmed in ecstacy.

"That was the Quickening" Duncan said, when it was over. "His powers have now gone into me. We're Immortals, and whenever we meet we have to fight because there can be only one!"

Chuck Norris drew up his fists and prepared to fight, but Duncan reassured him Scottishly: "No my ally, there can only be one Immortal in the end, but there can be lots of humans!"

"Well, that's good" Chuck Norris said, smiling. "I would hate to have to fight you because I can tell that you're a good warrior like me."

"Yes". Replied Duncan. "by the way, I am the Highlander, but you can call me Duncan."

"I'm Chuck Norris."

"I know, I have seen you're movies. I am a big fan"

And from then on they were fast friends, and Duncan invited Chuck Norris to come live with him on his riverboat.

Part Trio: Duncan a Mio

Duncan sat polishing his magnificent katana. He reflected fondly how it had been a gift from George Michael. The two of them had become friends at a midnight showing of Road House starring Patrick Swayze.

Suddenly a strange beeping filled the air.

"Gadzooks!" said Chuck Norris, "That's my Karate Communicator *! But it only is supposed to ring when there's massive troubles!"

"Hello?" Chuck Norris asked, quizically.

"Chuck Norris? This is Leonardo! Leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"

"The Ninja Turtles?" Thought Chuck Norris, "Holy crap! I Thought you guys were just an urban legend!"

"No," explained Leonardo, "We're very real. I'm calling to tell you that you are in great danger! There are a group of creatures who....GAKKKKK!"

The line went dead with static.

"Leo? Leonardo?!" Chuck Norris screamed. but it was too late. The line was dead.

"What was that about?" Duncan asked Scottishly, but before Chuck Norris could answer the windows on their riverboat home suddenly imploded!

"Oh man," said Chuck Norris, "We've got problems!"

"Do you think it's ninjas again?" Asked the Highlander, readying his beauteous katana.

"I think we're about to find out" Chuck Norris replied, gracefully twirling his nunchucks and the readying them like he was ready for action.




* - The Karate Communicators had been given out to all the greatest martial artists in the world by Bruce Lee before the Chinese government faked his death so that he could go underground and infiltrate the Triads.



Thats as far as I got before deciding I'd rather waste my time doing things that didn't hurt my brain

That was just getting interesting, but, as an example of random internet fanfic, not enough homosexuality masquerading as bromance.

Quote from: Doc Sammy;922129We get it. You hate fanfiction. You could just say that directly. I wouldn't mind.

I hate fanfiction.

Mostly because we'll find intelligent life on Pluto before we'll find a fanfic well-written (and that includes the ones that became bestselling novels).

The hate for fanfiction is kind of random.

The only difference between "fanfiction" and normal fiction is one is on a shelf. Most myths are just old fanfiction.

Quote from: ArrozConLeche;922111Not me, but apparently some people do: http://www.therpgsite.com/showthread.php?35030-Solo-RPGing-Yeah-that-means-by-your-self

Ive never tried it but might someday, it sounds fun. But it would take away from my group gaming and solo gaming. Id have to think about it. They are all quite different you know?

Quote from: CRKrueger;922136I hate fanfiction.

Mostly because we'll find intelligent life on Pluto before we'll find a fanfic well-written (and that includes the ones that became bestselling novels).

Well, to each their own. I just write fanfiction for fun. I'm not trying to win awards, I know my writing probably sucks.

Quote from: rgrove0172;922142Ive never tried it but might someday, it sounds fun. But it would take away from my group gaming and solo gaming. Id have to think about it. They are all quite different you know?

You might like my fanfic "Flowers On The Wall", linked in the opening post. It is about solo RPG'ing.

(Sorry for the double post. I'm typing this on a Playstation 3 right now so I can't edit my posts at this moment)

A while back I was at a... symposium?... I saw a talk by a creative writing professor who encouraged her students to write fan-fiction. She said it removed a lot of the hassle of coming up with a setting and characters and such and let the students dig right into the work of telling the story and getting all the parts working together. Makes sense to me.
I could see it helping a GM trying to explore a setting and get a more innate sense of it, make it their own. I think a lot of campaign preparation for licensed settings qualifies as fan fiction of a sort.

My only issue with fan-fiction (as well as with gaming in licensed settings) is that the most of the folks writing it are... fans. It tends to be either weak regurgitations of the original or focus on 'shipping' their favorite characters. Like, I'd love to read some good fan-fiction based on Supernatural... that concentrated on the horror elements and mythology of the show... and resisted the urge for Sam on Dean sexual encounters.