Timbervale

[Zelgadis 638]

Jeepers... Those characters look strangely familiar... Hmmm...

ISF

[Porter 68]

-Chapter 1 Moved Here-

Ok.... so it's now Spring 2008. And I guess, as I promised to those of you who read Windsor Park (hopefully ), I'd be releasing this.

I've only got Chapter 1 set up and written right now, so I guess you all will have to read that....

I guess a few warnings are in place....

Beware annoying bratty teenagers with ill-tempers to be common place in the plot. Also, things will be getting PG-13 in here, so if you can't handle that.... you shouldn't be on this site

Other than that, I'm going to be just writing the story as I go... and, well, enjoy!

“As we begin our final descent, we ask that you return your seat and tray to the upright position. Please make sure all baggage is secured properly and all electronic devices are shut off at this time. We will be landing shortly in Amestria.”

Ignoring as the announcement on the intercom started again in another language, Edward turned his attention to the window on his right, looking at the wide green valley and giant airport below the rapidly descending aircraft.

It had been nearly 12 hours since he’d gotten on to the plane, and his legs were slowly getting numb. He muttered to himself, regretting not getting up like he was told to before the flight, and knew that he’d be limping off the airplane considering the slightly prickling feeling creeping p his thighs.

“Ugh! Can’t they just land the plane already!?” he griped out loud, kicking the seat in front of him, much to the annoyance of the stranger sitting in front of him.

“Edward, quit whining,” the older girl next to him growled, “I’m tired of listening to you complain about moving and the plane trip.”

“So what?” he shot back, turning to look at her with a perturbed look on his face, “It’s not like you had to leave all your friends and move to some stupid place. You’ve been living here for years.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned away from her annoying younger companion.

“You know, you could make the best of it,” she muttered, gripping the handrails of her seat as a low rumbling shook the plane.

“Jeez,” Ed sighed, smirking as his she paled with the sudden rumbling and shaking of the airplane, “Haven’t you heard of landing gear and turbulence?”

“Just shut up,” she gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth, “Or I’m going to vomit all over your tiny shoes.”

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THEY COULD HAVE BEEN AN OOMPALOOMPA!??” he screamed out, making most of the crowded cabin turn around and stare at him.

“Well, I don't remember saying that, but if you say so...” she said, smirking at finally scoring an insult against him.

As the plane landed on the runway, slowed to a halt and made its way to the appropriate gate, the two sat in silence, Ed shooting death glances at the woman next to him.

As the engines slowly whined down to a stop, the cabin lights turned back on, and its passengers stood up.

“On behalf of the flight crew, we thank you for flying with us here at British Airways. Local time is 14:25 and the weather outside is a balmy 15.56°C with heavy showers in the Greater Valley Area. Cabin crew, please begin arrival procedures.”

“So, I’ve arrived in hell,” Edward scowled, looking out the small window to the men in raincoats on the tarmac, “And it’s raining.”

“Yes Ed, hell is rainy,” she replied, and to add further insult to her previous comment, “And you’re the one wearing the grocery bag as a poncho.”

Turning to her, he squinted his eyes, and balled his fists at his sides.

“I am so not qualifying that with an answer…” he replied, the cold hatred easily heard in his voice.

Grabbing their bags from the compartment above their heads, she handed Ed his suitcase as she grabbed her own.

“Come on,” she called behind her following the crowd of people making their way to the door on her left, “Gretna is waiting out in the car, and I would rather not spend my day in the airport.”

Though not admitting it out loud, Ed silently noted that he was lucky to be so short, and easily weaved through the people on the airplane, easily keeping pace with his much taller companion.

“Gretna?” he asked her, as they made their way to through customs and the baggage claim area, “Hasn’t that evil dinosaur of a woman died off yet? She has to be what? 100 or 200 easily?”

“You know she’d poison your food if she heard you say that, right?” she called back to him, laying their passports on the small pad at the customs gate, as the information was quickly downloaded onto the screen in front of the agent.

Receiving a nod from the man, she grabbed them again, and they made their way out of the busy terminal, toward the black Lexus waiting just outside the doors, its lights on and windshield wipers going full speed against the pouring rain outside.

As they stepped outside, running quickly to the car, Ed could feel himself getting thoroughly drenched.

Throwing their suitcases into the trunk of the black car, and jumping into backseat, Ed couldn’t help but notice that he was indeed in hell, and that it was miserably rainy. And like any great hell, it had an all-powerful devil.

Unfornately for Ed, the devil, or in this case the Prime Minister, happened to be named ‘Dad’.

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Well, thus concludes chapter 1 of Amestria!

Comments and questions are more than welcome, and don't forget to check out the Windsor Park MD for wonderful zombie fun!

Jacob

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Gah! Even more replies?!

Replies (continued):

GreekMan: Yeah... its going to be generally first person. Glad your enjoying it so far!

ky72x: Yeah.... it's an amazing way to show your characters, and Ian made a great thing out of it. So good, I had to do it too.

pagenotfound: Thanks! Looking forward to more replies from you!

Simfan34: Shame on you.... she's a secretary.... wearing a really short skirt....

AceofSpades: Yeah, but you haven't even hear the full story. It will be sadder.... and probably smuttier.

edmonton_stinks: Well, there's more background, but it's not going to be reveiled just yet... in due time....

NMUSpidey: Typo..... but yeah, be bad if you couldn't even reach someone's panties... huh

jacqulina: Thanks! There are even more on their way.

Deever: Really, it wasn't that hard. I'm short myself, so I have tons of short jokes to go on.

nottheboss: Keep in mind, when your 17, that about as tall you're going to get...

simsider: Thanks!

zelgadis: Yeah... I picked it from some great CJ on here... No idea who's though.... something about gay sex and drugs and stuff.... and cats.... lots of talking cats

And now....

“Well….” The woman next to him replied as the black car pulled up to the sprawling grounds of the mansion, “What do you think of your father’s home?”

Staring at the giant home, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Do you think he’s over compensating a little?” Edward smirked, proud at the jab he’d made at his non-present father.

Blushing slightly, the woman next to him looked away, holding back a small laugh.

As the car stopped in front of the massive front door of the estate, Edward unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

“This place is too big,” he replied flatly craning his neck up trying to take in the massiveness of the place.

“Afraid you’re going to get a little lost?” the young woman asked, opening the trunk to remove their bags.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO TINY THEY COULD USE A PANTRY AS A MASTER BEDROOM!?” he screamed, flailing his arms as his face turned to same shade as a ripe strawberry.

“You took that one way out of context, you know?” she sighed, shaking her head slightly at the sensitivity of the short blonde.

Huffing slightly, he grabbed his suitcase from her and walked towards the large front doors.

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Walking into the dimly lit, and utterly massive entry hall, Edward noted how each of his steps echoed  in the eerily quiet  manor.

“Geez…” he muttered to himself, “Who would want to live in a place like this?”

“I’m guessing anyone that would be civilized,” answered a shaky old voice with a strong accent.

“Oh… um… hi Gretna. How…. are you doing?” he asked, and adding an illegible scathing insult under his breath.

“I’m surprised that they let a filthy foreigner like you allowed you into my country.” she replied dryly, not surprisingly having heard the scathing comment.

“Dried up old hag,” Ed countered… his eyes squinting at the old woman.

“Spoiled little evil sh…” she began quickly getting cut off by the younger woman coming into the<

[panthersimcity4 162]

I love that palace.

[ky72x 13]

Beautiful mansion, I liked the plaza a lot! Also, the mix of trees around it really make it stand out well.

As for Edward... his grudge with Gretna sounds like it can't ever be extinguished. Will we see some bad things come out of their relationship? We'll see... As for Madame Secretary, she always seems so cool, calm, and collected, despite Edward's sensitive personality. I like that.

- Kyle

[edmonton_stinks 5]

Boarding school? The plot thickens.

Nice job on the mansion and mansion grounds. It would probably be too big to live in for me, but it certainly looks cool.

[Shingure 56]

Now you know that if you get into trouble with a person named Gretna they are going to make you pay. Dearly. Nicely storyline. Im sorry I wasnt able to respond earlier because of the great Simtropolis outage.

[Zelgadis 638]

Boarding school? Sounds like a fantastic time. Hope he enjoys that.

ISF

[jacqulina 162]

great looking mansion my friend excellent work i love the effects

[Deever 23]

You're short? Welcome to the club. I'm Asian so it's natural for me to be short.

Now that's tension (that argument between Ed and the "old hag," I mean)! So tense in fact that you could almost cut it in half with a knife.

Anyhow, did you honestly think that you could satisfy us with pictures of a single lot taken from different angles? Actually yes, yes you can (killer effects man). Good job.

[simsider 4]

nice update. The house look great keep it up

[AceofSpades 1]

Good story I wouldn't mind the boarding school but I'd rather not go to one that makes you wear a uniform, haha.

[Lifetec 1]

Wow, what a palace, looks so good with this fog Brilliant.!

[Porter 68]

OMG! I can't believe its been 2 months since I updated. Been working and getting ready for school... fixing my computer... and such and I've FINALLY gotten to updating!

Sorry for taking so long to update but now that I don't work every night, I look forward to being able to fit more freetime in around my homework and such.

And now....

Replies-
panthersimcity4: Thanks!
ky72x: Yeah... she's like the cool older sister he never had really...
edmonton_stinks: Yeah... more like the plot begins....
Shingure: No worries.... sorry I didn't reply to your comment for so long!
zelgadis: You know waaaaaaay to much of the future plot... just like I know a lot of your future plot at times too...
jacqulina: Thanks!
Deever: Yeah.... amazing how I can do a quick update and satisfy people for an update
simsider: Thanks!
AceofSpades: LOL.... a bording school without uniforms??
Lifetec: Thanks!

Chapter 3: Torment

“Oh god… What the hell happened … Where am I?” Ed muttered to himself as he opened his eyes, slowly regaining consciousness. Looking first to his left and then to his right, he began to realize that he was in the center of a normally busy highway.



Looking around at the scene before him, his brain frantically tried to piece together his memories from minutes before, looking around at the dozens of cars strewn about the large highway, much like a set of toys from a young child’s room. Walking around in the eerily calm area, he could hear the muffled screams from some of the people still trapped, while many other cars remained silent.

Looking down he could see large amounts of blood oozing down his left leg and right arm. Looking back up he realized he was standing in front of what was once the family car.

“HELP! SOMEONE!” he screamed out looking around at the carnage around him on the freeway.

Struggling to move his left leg and right arm, he made his way to the car. He looked inside the remains from the cabin and began to scream…

Waking up, drenched in sweat, Ed looked around where he was, slowly regaining the feeling in his now asleep leg and arm.

Turning to the clock beside the bed he noticed it read 1:30 in the morning.

He jumped as the door to his room opened up and Lai poked her head inside, hair tangled from sleep.



“Edward?” she called out into the dark room, trying to make out his dark figure across the dimly lit space, “What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

“Yeah…” Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Well,” she continued, opening the door more to allow light to fall onto his bed, “I heard screaming from your room and I was worried.”

She met her concern with silence, as Edward lay on his bed, slowly recovering from his overly realistic nightmare, trying desperately to slow his breathing and stop shivering. 

“What happened?” she continued, concern spreading across her face, “You didn’t have that nightmare again did you?”

“Yeah,” Ed whispered, barely audible in the room, “I had that nightmare again. The one from that day.”

Lai reached for the light switch next to the door, and flicking it on walked over to Ed’s bed as he quietly began sobbing.

“Edward…” she said to him, sitting down on the edge of his bed, and reached for his hand. “You can’t keep blaming yourself for what happened. It wasn’t your fault and nobody blames you for it,” she continued, looking at him with sympathy in her eyes.

“Yeah…” Edward said, continued between sobs, “Someone does. You know he does.”

Having no reply to the supposed reference to his father, Lai sat in silence calming Edward as slowly he cried himself to sleep.

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“Who the hell says I have to wake up this early in the morning?!” Edward groaned, reaching for the piping hot cup of coffee in front of him looking at the remains of eggs, hash browns, and bacon in front of him.

“Well, Edward,” Lai replied, trying desperately to not throw, in annoyance, the remains of her bagel with cream cheese at the still yawning teen “I don’t exactly control the train schedules here.”

“All your government power and you can’t change something as simple as a train schedule?” Ed retorted, poking his fork into the small bowl of discarded cream and oatmeal, “Don’t they trust you to figure something out like that?”

“Well, you’re running short on time before we need to catch your train to the school,” she replied, ignoring his previous comment, quickly adding “And before you even think about making a complaint about me calling you short… that was NOT directed at your height.”

“Wow…” he replied, looking at her in dismay, “You learn fast.”

“One more wise crack and I’m going to slip milk and horse tranquilizers in your coffee,” she replied, looking at her watch as she got up and made her way to the door.

“You wouldn’t dare ruin my perfectly good coffee,” he gasped in mock seriousness, pulling his coffee several inches closer to his chest.

“No…” she replied, looking back at him from the doorway, “But Gretna happily would. And she does make all your food here.”

Turning back around and walking out of the small breakfast room, she called out, “Now come on… we’re leaving in ten minutes for the station in town.”

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Grabbing his new leather school bag and pulling at the itchy new uniform, which he’d aptly named his monkey suit, Edward looked at the gleaming train before him, letting out a long whistle.



“Geez, you Amestrians sure take your trains seriously, huh?” he said out loud looking over to Lai as she finished giving orders to the man in the black suit and dark glasses.

“Yeah,” she replied, pulling out her thin, sleek cell phone and began typing a text out, “But this is the main form of travel across the country.”

“And apparently your cell phones,” he continued, pointing his finger at her phone as she put it back in her purse.

“Government issue,” she replied, reaching further into her bag and tossing a shiny object at him, “And this is for you.”

Catching it, he looked into his hands, and let out a small gasp.

“Geez!” he managed, turning the sleek, black and silver item around in his hands, “What is it?”

“Your phone…” she blandly replied, slightly pushing him forward as the small crowd on the platform made their way onto the train, “And I expect you to keep it on you at all times. I already transferred your contacts on there and it should be active now. It’s got WiMax, unlimited text and calls, music and video, and even a video phone. Most importantly it has GPS. Just one of the few perks on having a governmental contract.”

“Uh… wow….” he continued with a slight stutter, running his hand through his bangs and looking up at her, “Thanks! You really didn’t have to… But why is GPS so important?”

“Because…” she replied, a slight smirk spreading on her face.

“Why?” he demanded, feeling an onslaught of jokes at his expense coming at him.

“Well...” she replied, waving her hand around at all the people around them, all of which were considerably taller than Ed, “How else could we find a bean sprout like you in a crowd like this?”

“Great…” he thought to himself before unleashing a torrent of insults at the significantly taller woman in front of him, “I’m clearly living in short people hell, and the devil’s advocate has a damned twisted sense of humor.”

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And to make up for my lack of updates.... some fun extras!

[Zelgadis 638]

Short people live longer. Doesn't he know that?

ISF

[Shingure 56]

Amestria is simply beautiful. I love the scenery. Looks like Ed will have to grow a few more inches to escape the so called. Short people hell.

[NMUSpidey 3,956]

Originally posted by: zelgadis Short people live longer. Doesn't he know that?

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Yeah, take for instance, Japanese women.

[Porter 68]

Talk about ultimate writers block. Seeing as I simply can't get this chapter to come out right at all, it looks like I'm not going to be updating Amestria for quite a while.

But.........

This gives me a chance to roll out a new CJ. I'm in the works of doing something different and I want the opinion of all of you out there about my next project. 

Tell me what you want to see and read.

(sorry, but I dont think people are reading this part)

I want you all to give me an idea of what you'd like to read. A disaster? Romance? Comedy? Lots of explosions and war? A superhero flick even? Also, this is going to be a sort of choose your own adventure type of CJ. I want you, the readers, to take the story where you want.

To help out, I have a city (its almost done cooking on the back burner) and even a fun new picture for you all to think on.

Jacob

[panthersimcity4 162]

Oooh, that looks interesting! I'd love to see what you have in store.

[Dsrwhat316 12]

Snazzy city you got there; I like the photoshopped effects on the pic. For some reason, that shot reminds me of Detroit. Nice work!

~ Dan

[Schulmanator 5,787]

A cool looking city... a great setting for a superhero flick. TSW requests Catwoman.

[underwearman2007 0]

How about a war-comedy, like Kelly's Heroes, and Delta Farce. with lots of prettyful 'spolsions. NOT ANYTHING INVOLVING ZOMBIES.

[Zelgadis 638]

Frankly, I am not terribly interested at all in what type of story you do. But here's what I would like to see:

1) Create a world of some kind. Could be anything from futuristic dictatorship to ancient democracy. Whatever, just do what interests you.

2) Create some characters. Make them interesting.

3) Toss your characters into your world and see what happens.

Those stories are fun. You never know where they're going to go.

ISF

[Porter 68]

Thanks for all the replies!

I've decided on a name for the city.... see the picture below and the title. I'm almost done with the first city tile of it (funny thing is that is any of you remember Pine Grove, it was built on the same map ), and I'll be ready to start writing my 'plot' soon. 

And now, some nice eye candy to tide people over...

[ky72x 13]

Heh... new picture. I've seen that shot at least three times already! Well, sort of.

However, this most recent shot is brand-spankin' new. Excellent building choices, as always, the balance of mid-rises and taller skyscrapers is great. I really liked the W2W/industrial district as well, those go together like milk and chocolate cake. As for the effects, they are FIERCE!

For this next CJ, I think you should have characters again. And profiles, too.

- Kyle

[Porter 68]

Since I've been very terrible at keeping you all in the dark, I figured I'd post some more stuff and move things around.

As many of you can see, I've changed the title of the MD/CJ to Timbervale. (Hopefully no need for explanation anymore?) Also, I'm beginning to add a new table of contents on page one, along with my rants and personal rules. (Found here)

Look forward to having Chapter One soon... who knows, maybe it will even be ready after my vacation next week??

Jacob

Oh..... and I might as well throw some eye candy in here...

[jacqulina 162]

fantastic looking city nice work with the residential my friend.

[Zelgadis 638]

Well, eyecandy is fine indeed for keeping things stewing while we're waiting.

Ready for the meat and potatoes though.

ISF

[Porter 68]

Chapter 1 (coming in at a whopping 12 pages) if finished and ready to be posted!

But, well, where would the fun be in that? So enjoy the nice trailer as I finish up with the city shots

-Click picture below to watch-

[Zelgadis 638]

Very nifty indeed. You have my attention. Bring on the story.

ISF

[politicman 1]

It 's looking so great keep it up , and your story is so great too !!