Post by Eurydice on Sept 13, 2007 21:33:03 GMT -5
Thought it might be worth giving some examples of what I'm looking for as far as introductory-snippetishness goes. The examples below are all pretty short, so if you only feel like writing a few lines for something, all the better. If not, I'll just snip and choose what I like.
The introductory snippets I've used so far--
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When Bernie and I first started discussing the possibility of Her Majesty’s Mechanical Espionage and Subversion Service, I will be the first to admit that I never thought the damned thing was actually going to happen. The idea came up one of those nights I was trying to talk him through his subdued grieving for poor Lizzie, and in truth, I cannot even remember what particular tangent got us talking about the possibility, let alone what devil possessed us to actually make it happen. But, there it is: very often, great things are born not out of fate, necessity, or some higher call, but simply a few chance words from an idle tongue to a curious ear connected to a mind that wonders, “Why not?”
-- From the memoirs of Captain Hugh William Barker
((Preceeds teh prologuez0rz, in which Jo first finds out about M.E.S.S.))
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Explosions last night reported in the nation’s capital were successfully overcome and clean-up crews have started sweeping through the city’s streets early today. The cause of the explosions seems to have originated from steam-powered incendiaries with their own locomotion and a primitive directional sense; such devices were intercepted over a year ago coming into Charleston, and the only identifying mark to be found on them was a small inscription reading “MESS 37-D.” As of yet, no group has claimed responsibility for unleashing the explosives. Damage and casualty reports are still being tallied and will be reported when the lists are complete.
-- A clipping from the New York Times, 1 July 1863
((Preceeds chapter one, at which point Jo has been working at M.E.S.S. for two years; said work has included designing and perfecting said "dumb-intelligent" explosives. *blows kisses at Rob and his dead ex*))
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Finally, it remains of paramount importance to keep all possibility for distraction at an absolute minimum. This work requires me to be swift, precise, focused, and too often, of late, I have been shaken from one of those three for trivialities. I can only hope that recognition of these things as distractions shall be enough to keep me from succumbing to them.
-- From the journal of Alexander Matthew Lansalius, 25 September 1868
((Preceeds chapter several-chapters-in-the-future, in which Lansalius has been caught off-guard whilst being sneaky (onoes) and is thus running the fuck away and being chased by bad guys.))
The introductory snippets I've used so far--
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When Bernie and I first started discussing the possibility of Her Majesty’s Mechanical Espionage and Subversion Service, I will be the first to admit that I never thought the damned thing was actually going to happen. The idea came up one of those nights I was trying to talk him through his subdued grieving for poor Lizzie, and in truth, I cannot even remember what particular tangent got us talking about the possibility, let alone what devil possessed us to actually make it happen. But, there it is: very often, great things are born not out of fate, necessity, or some higher call, but simply a few chance words from an idle tongue to a curious ear connected to a mind that wonders, “Why not?”
-- From the memoirs of Captain Hugh William Barker
((Preceeds teh prologuez0rz, in which Jo first finds out about M.E.S.S.))
***
Explosions last night reported in the nation’s capital were successfully overcome and clean-up crews have started sweeping through the city’s streets early today. The cause of the explosions seems to have originated from steam-powered incendiaries with their own locomotion and a primitive directional sense; such devices were intercepted over a year ago coming into Charleston, and the only identifying mark to be found on them was a small inscription reading “MESS 37-D.” As of yet, no group has claimed responsibility for unleashing the explosives. Damage and casualty reports are still being tallied and will be reported when the lists are complete.
-- A clipping from the New York Times, 1 July 1863
((Preceeds chapter one, at which point Jo has been working at M.E.S.S. for two years; said work has included designing and perfecting said "dumb-intelligent" explosives. *blows kisses at Rob and his dead ex*))
***
Finally, it remains of paramount importance to keep all possibility for distraction at an absolute minimum. This work requires me to be swift, precise, focused, and too often, of late, I have been shaken from one of those three for trivialities. I can only hope that recognition of these things as distractions shall be enough to keep me from succumbing to them.
-- From the journal of Alexander Matthew Lansalius, 25 September 1868
((Preceeds chapter several-chapters-in-the-future, in which Lansalius has been caught off-guard whilst being sneaky (onoes) and is thus running the fuck away and being chased by bad guys.))