Generic, it is very hard for me to put this politely but I just see no excuse for your piece.
Alphaeus had implored me to read some of your stuff. I'm not sure why I listened to him because I've been verbally slagging this guy off for a year now for the exact same reasons I dislike your work (don't worry Alph you know I still
love hate you). So far I'd always steered away because your stories are way, way too fucking long, but this one topped the cake and I just had to know what even is in a fifty page battle.
The answer, simply put, is nothing. I could really go on a ten page rant as to why I absolutely hate this stuff but as I said, I'll refrain from indulging. Yours is perhaps the worst example I have seen yet of portraiture and purple prose. Perhaps there was a story buried under there, but all I really noticed was: Eric protects plot device from Vamprina, they fight, some edgy shit happens, I show up (though I'm a bit shadowy) and then it ends I guess.
If you don't know what purple prose is, it goes somewhat like this:
Normal story -
Dave crossed the street to get to Mary's house on the other side. There'd been something he'd meant to tell her for a long while now: He loved her. Gathering his courage, he took a deep breath before crossing her front yard. Promptly he rang the doorbell next to the wooden door.
Purple prose'd-
Dave stood on the precipice of crossing the asphalt river that separated him from the luscious garden beyond. He gazed left, and right, and left again. Then slowly his sleek, black, Italian leather boots slid over the road, black in the hot afternoon's sun, and he perched himself on the concrete pavement on the other side. Now, finally, the green, wooden house with its triangular roof was in sight. It rocked gently hence and forth on its foundations in the summer's late afternoon breeze.
Here lived a maiden he wished to court. Her name was Mary, it rang like a choir of angels in his ear. Just thinking about her made the blood in his veins pump faster, and he clutched his heart as he fell completely under her spell again. The words burned on his lips, a sensation ever so familiar since the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. He could already imagine the scene, she would open the door, and he would say "I love you, Mary" and she would be like butter in his arms.
He gathered his courage now, it wasn't the first time he'd professed his burning desire to a lady, but oh how he hoped it'd be the last. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh, late summer air. He felt rejuvenated, like a young Greek adonis. With a brisk pace he crossed the pavement leading up to the woodwork door. On his way there he laid his eyes on the colourful flowers swaying daintily in the wind, and he was reminded of that time with her in the park: .... (I'm skipping this part for your/my convenience).
...With the memory freshly imprinted in his mind, the lustful young man strode up to the door. With a swift motion of his hand, he laid his finger on the metal doorbell, and pushed down. Then, like church clocks, the bell rang through the house.
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The point is, it's pointless.
Right, sorry. I'll admit, at first I had just read the first eight pages, skimmed the rest, and condemned it as being not worth my time, but I was completely stumped at how many votes you were getting so I was genuinely curious if I'd just completely dropped the ball on this one. I went back in, read sixteen pages, then skimmed the rest again. There really is nothing in here to retain my interest, and I'll tell you how it comes:
Eric is a hollow facade of a character. Story is only meaningful when meaningful things happen, all that happens in your story is shallow and vapid. Your characters are portraits, they never show any deeper emotion than they do at face value. So how do you show deeper emotion? Put your characters in front of conflict, rip open the gap between expectation and result, and their reaction to this gap shows us, the audience, who they truly are. I'll give you a very brief synopsis of the first (eight?) pages:
Eric's at a ball. So far, nothing out of the ordinary I guess. You're referencing MacBeth, alright. I hate that character with a passion but I'll take it. Then there's a whole bunch of stuff I don't really give much of a shit about because I've absolutely 0 involvement in any of these characters. Maybe that's just because I haven't read your past works, though I doubt it. The only real gap between expectation and result in these eight pages comes when the lawyer tells Eric he's being chased by an assassin, and even then I'd argue this gap is more contrived than anything else. But alright, you've your opportunity to show us just how Eric reacts, just in what way he expresses his desire, or his reluctance, to help out this poor man with an assassin on his tail. Instead of that, there's just a tilde and it cuts to the next scene.
Fucking what.
I'll be honest, at this point I stopped caring. I read on for the next eight or so pages but it's just Vamprina hiding and the whole situation being stalled out. I guess you were trying to build tension but I honestly didn't feel it, because there's no conflict. Eric's not really faced with a 'gap', he's never really forced to choose between lesser evils, or irreconcilable goods. There's nothing on the line, there's nothing meaningful happening. Instead both characters are just sort of shouting exposition at each other we may or may not already know, they're just behaving exactly like we expect them to and everything's utterly predictable.
I started skimming now. From what I gathered the next thirty or so pages were just fight; I'm sure some more meaningful things happened there but you'd completely lost me at this point so I hadn't the eye to find them. Then for some reason Serra shows up but she's a phoenix and also a goddess of light, and then I show up but I'm shadowy and also a lord of darkness (an astute observation) and I read "I am a God" and I realised this was just edgy bullshit so I didn't care to find out what happened. By the end the both of them were in a hospital I believe and they were being nice to each other now. Something meaningful happened in the battle that ended up making them friends I guess, or it was just plot device/deus ex machina (considering the involvement of Gods, the latter may be very literal).
So how do you even fill fifty pages with a plot so thin? Purple prose, overdescription, you name it. Even then I'd argue you're describing the wrong things. Stuff like decor, the colour of people's eyes, whatever the fuck mundane shit it is. Your audience has common sense, your audience has imagination. Throw them a bone and leave something for them to fill in on their own. If you need to overdescribe on one thing then let it be emotion, let me see some internal conflict from these characters, instead of the flaundering of their wings in every minute detail.
Now, take this with two grains of salt if you like, because one could argue I'm someone who is at times TOO economical with his words. Indeed, going helter-skelter from event to event without some literary pause in between may give the story a bit of a breakneck pace. There is also such a thing as underdescribing. And every writer has his own style, some like to be a bit more descriptive, others like to be more concise, there's no issue with that. You know how to put things in detail, use that to your advantage. But you can not carry a story with pretty descriptions alone: Literary talent will NEVER substitute the lack of content beneath the veil. As things stand, this is indeed the worst example of purple prose and overdescription I've seen. (Then again I barely ever read anything that's thirty pages long here so there's definitely worse out there, don't take it too personal).
Moving on, there's just the issue of sheer length. I will be frank, even if you were an experienced storyteller, even if your story carried me all the way from A to Z, I would still argue that fifty pages is simply too long. A battle should never be fifty pages long; If it's truly fifty pages of nonstop battle, you've padded out your story too much and there'll be whole chunks you can snip out just like that. If it's neatly tied together, then fifty pages would mean there's simply too much content that isn't directly relevant to the battle. There would likely be a sizeable chunk in the beginning or end you could chop off and post separately, or you could use Seb's trick and include those in the battle post itself, but exclude them from judging. (Speaking of which, his battle is in my eyes the only one that warrants being as long as it is. You should go check it out, it's a good example: just search for Gladstone v. Janice).
I don't know who else bothered to read this far, but this goes for all the thirty page battles too. Once your battle is longer than ten pages, or say fifteen, is when you need to really open your eyes and realise it's getting too long. Write it out completely as it is, then look at what's just mindless filler or overdescription, and start cutting out. Once you feel you that taking any part out would make the story collapse, is when you're free to breathe easy.
Now, there's one last thing I want you to know Generic. I don't claim to be a good writer in any sense of the word, heck not even a decent one. I don't view myself very highly in that regard, I bang my head against the wall for twenty days to get a single good idea for my upcoming battle against Gen. So please, don't take all of what I said too harshly. You comport yourself well, I've no reason to fling shit at you for some kind of attitude or whatever, so I want to excuse myself if I seem a bit harsh. If I really thought you were just a hopeless piece of work, I wouldn't have bothered to spend an hour of my life typing out this critique, I wouldn't have bothered to push myself to try and read a fifty fucking page battle TWICE. I do believe you can and will take something away from this, so please do.
And stop with the thirty page battles. It's really annoying. If they have to be thirty pages because the story demands it, so be it, but please don't waste my time with nonsense.