For General Writing >The Rhetoric of Fiction, Booth >Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft, Burroway >Steering the Craft, Le Guin >The Anatomy of Story, Truby >How Fiction Works, Wood
Technical Aspects of Writing >Garner's Modern English Usage, Garner >What Editors Do: The Art, Craft, and Business of Book Editing, Ginna >Artful Sentences: Syntax as Style, Tufte
Books Analyzing Literature >Poetics, Aristotle >Hero With a Thousand Faces, Campbell >The Art Of Dramatic Writing: Its Basis in the Creative Interpretation of Human Motives, Egri >The Weekend Novelist, Ray
>The wan light casts no shadow across the cunny of my soul. Would you help going? Would you close the book in disgust? It comes a paragraph or two after I drop an "occult hand" line.
John Cook
You just gotta laugh it off and keep going. Besides, in the grand scale of things, no book is a sentence.
Blake Morris
>I would say to people thinking about a career in the creative field, to be aware of that you have to be very critical of your own work. You have to be of a completely divided mind. You have to be your biggest fan and your biggest critic simultaneously because there are too many people who are their own biggest fans and can see absolutely nothing wrong with their work. It's a balancing act which you have to apply to yourself to. To distill it: If you're a creative person, think of the body of work. What do you leave behind? At what point do you change from being at that level, as far as most of your audience in concerned, and peter off or go into completely commercialized aspects of whatever you were doing, just playing off your name? It's very difficult, because you keep yourself in a prison. It's very much like a hermitage. Where does enlightenment come from? The moment you strip everything else away until there's just you, the odds are better that you're going to have it. I think creative people have to realize that is is the essence of it. The urge to companionship, which is a universal human condition, is very bad for creativity because it has to come out of you. It has to be what you feel inside, what it is that you want to say, and how you want it to come out on paper. Even communication with other artists, - although I understand the fraternity idea, the idea of bringing a number of creative people together - most of the time you're avoiding your own creativity. Most of the time you spend discussing art, your creativity, discussing what you want to do or what someone else did inadequately, is time that would be better spent in front of your typewriter Dave Sim, 1993
Should I expect my readers to understand a reference to the ides of march? My protagonist gets betrayed big time and I want another character top warn him beforehand. I almost feel retarded asking this but I want to make sure,
If your English is good enough to converse in, sure.
Tyler Ross
Just post your shit and worry about correcting grammar issues after you get feedback. No need to ask for permission kek
Robert Reyes
So do I read Son of Suns, Call of the Crocodile, Seeds of Doubt, The Emily Project, Eggplant, or a Catalog of Haunted Houses?
Which user has the best story?
Colton Jenkins
Ok, this is the first poem I've ever written. It's a love poem.
Poison Ivy
My remains of the inside remain on the inside; I am not dead. Yet, I see a little light, A little prick that traverses across the real sky When the blue has grown up tired of its illusion and even the green grass goes dark Let Apollo rest! An arrow as straight as Cupid's! Let it all rest. Let my blue-green eyes rest for they are sick of the sights I will chase you inside and outside a palace, Its foundations being thought Which dance around precariously I trap them wantonly I want only you
Caleb Turner
How do you write characters who aren’t like you? Do you read articles or blogs to research their lifestyles so the writing for that character is more authentic? Do you seek out sensitivity readers afterwards?
Kevin Ramirez
Just be a sociopath and imagine what everyone else is like. I can play all of their roles, however small.
Camden Collins
I just write people who live someplace else, hold beliefs I don't and do things I've never done and that's about it
Caleb Barnes
>sensitivity readers Yas kween ofc on god u betta be sensetive or we comin for dat ass
A decent way to do it is to have them only have a small similarity to you, but then you extrapolate an entirely different character from that similarity. You're still limited that way, but it is at least more easy to do than making characters completely unlike yourself.
Matthew Foster
It might sound vague and useless, but I suggest you just let the characters be. I simply allow my characters to do or say things without really thinking about it too hard, as you do this more and more the character will become more and more fleshed out. It won't work if you think too hard about if a character is too much like you or too much like something else, then the alterations you make to the character could feel overly forced or artificial. I've never written a good character by setting out a blueprint for them. A good exercise for character building is writing short pieces about the character. These can be anything, a synopsis of who they are, a poem about them, a dialogue between them and someone else, a short piece of fiction about that character that could take place before the beginning of whatever story you're writing, doing these kinds of things help you realise who a character really is.
Robert Lewis
If I want to write a successful romance story, should I make it appeal to the male fantasy or the female fantasy?
The market for female oriented romances seem saturated, so perhaps a male oriented romance would do better?
Asher Cox
It’s sociopathic to think you can understand people?
David Moore
If I vaguely describe a female girl of fourteen years of age masturbating, will Amazon fuck me in the ass? Does it counts as Child Pornography or something like that? To put it into context, this female girl is in love with an older man who fucks her mother. She regularly peeps (much like the guy in The Sailor who Fell From Grace with the Sea). I don't describe a lot, since it's not the focus: just that "she slipped her hands inside her panties." or "She imagined herself in the place of her mother" or simply "She masturbated." Nothing flowery. Do what says. Also, try to understand what you have that they lack (so that they act and think differently from you). A good way to do this is to think about a set of traits and then, in every situation that these characters are in, think to yourself: "How would someone with this set of traits react to this?" Let's suppose that you're a shy guy, for instance, but you're writing a social butterfly guy If a girl flirted with you (or a character like you), you would probably know by heart what you would do: blush, fard and shid. If a girl flirted with the social butterfly guy, however, he would act different. Think about how he would act different. A male oriented romance wouldn't necessairily do better. You have to consider that female oriented romance is saturated in much the same way that male oriented pornography is saturated: there's a lot out there and there's a lot being produced, but it doesn't cease to be lucrative. There's literotica where they can read it for free, there's wattpad and similar sites where people post their romances for free, and yet still they buy new stories. If this is your first story, don't make it too long. Test the waters with something shorter first.
Mason Roberts
Men don't read romance novels, only women do.
Nicholas Diaz
I'm being a bit over the top to be fair, but not by much. Maybe it's a personality type thing, but I think in order to successfully write a spread/cast of characters you have to be able to understand how people operate, ranging from the grandiose to a complete simpleton. This also includes creating flawed characters or people who act irrationally. Stupid or simple people generally have a hard time imagining how even people close to them think or see the world, let along imagining a fictional person and coming up with experiences and motives and defining traits for them that offer explanations for why they are the way they or what they want or what their place in a story is. You have to have some kind of ego to write characters successfully because you're sort of asserting that you can not only craft all the dolls but play their parts all to perfection yourself. So sure, maybe not "sociopathic", but egotistical. Maybe egotistical to a flaw. It's the same reason why people find themselves disappointed with love/dating. It's easy to fill in the blanks of an attractive person's personality before you've started actually turning the pages and disappointed yourself with the reality that's actually there.
Bentley Scott
>will Amazon fuck me in the ass? No, but I will, milady.
I don't think that's what you should be thinking about. I think you should just write your story and make it the best it can be.
Kayden Bailey
YWNBAW
Jordan Howard
How do I pass off my weird fetish story as a legitimate book?
Jeremiah Miller
>>You have to be your biggest fan and your biggest critic simultaneously because there are too many people who are their own biggest fans and can see absolutely nothing wrong with their work. It's a balancing act which you have to apply to yourself to. I said this idea in dissimilar words to my mom yesterday, that I am my own worst critic and number one fan. But there's no other way to be if you really want to reach the top. Eggplant > Emily Project > Son of the Sun = Seeds of Doubt > Catalog > Crocodile
Ryan Harris
What? You never had a woman masturbate herself over you?
Camden Williams
You will never be a writer... if you quit. You will be a writer when you try every day to do better than the last. You will be a writer when you accept nothing but the best. You will be a writer when you rip apart your story to its bones and build it up again. You will be a writer... if you never give up. You will make it.
Any of you went through all of this? I thought about writing as a hobby, nothing more, because writing my journal helped me to relax. I eventually stopped because no one (not even me) wants to read the ramblings and military like situation reports of a sperg.
Justin Edwards
How would you anons rate this dialogue? Context is this is a story about an incestuous relationship between two siblings. This dialogue takes place the day after the two siblings confess their love for each other and make love, they’re going for a walk by a river not too far from a small town, recollecting on a past memory from their childhood. The brothers name is Frans (Francis) and the girls name is Anna (Anastasia) The story is set somewhere in England, sometime in the 18th-19h century.
>this is a story about an incestuous relationship between two siblings. but why?
Luis Watson
Well my mom just pulled the rug out from under me today. >she liked my first manuscript >give her 4 chapters of my second manuscript >she starts saying how "I need to find something I can keep writing. People want to read more similar things from the author after the first book. Like, when I read a detective novel, I except the next one to be as good" So she basically said the new book sucks and I should just write the first book again like all her favorite detective novel authors do every year I'm down to 0 fans
Aiden Walker
Hah! They said I’d NEVER be a woman!
James Young
>If I vaguely describe a female girl of fourteen years of age masturbating, will Amazon fuck me in the ass?
>We don’t sell certain content including content that we determine is hate speech, promotes the abuse or sexual exploitation of children, contains pornography, glorifies rape or pedophilia, advocates terrorism, or other material we deem inappropriate or offensive.
Landon Hill
I don't know, man. That's a close shave. They'd probably let it slide, but you never know. Some asshole could get offended and make a big scene about it.
I know I won't be publishing my story about a bunch of kids stuck on island after an apocalypse and have to repopulate the world.
Carson Gonzalez
Okay, how about this in the near future the government decides that as reparations for slavery they’ll set aside a tract of land where blacks can settle and live independent of the rest of the nation (it’s sort of like Native American tribes, however blacks are grouped under the banner of Diasporic Tribes of Africa). It’s colloquially known as Wakanda 4 Realz. Lots of celebrities, athletes, and billionaires contribute to the effort. It’s a massive failure. 50 years later it’s basically Madmax inside the area. Education is nonexistent, crime is everywhere, and brutality is the only currency of value. However one young man, calling himself King Imhotep, rises to power by being the smartest black person in Wakanda4Realz (he can read, write, do math, etc.). His right hand man, Caesar, is looking to betray him because he knows Imhotep is actually working with the outside government (he’s rising to power with their help, since he’s the first person in 30 years who knew how to get in touch with the outside world.) But it’s a moral issue for Caesar. Is it better to kill the man brining some semblance of order to the place if it means not letting whitey take over? Maybe they just need to accept that they couldn’t run their own nation and instead integrate with the outside world. Also … niggers.
Connor Hall
Write it. Ideas are a diamond dozen.
Eli Adams
I also had an idea for a post apocalyptic novella. The MC is a strong, independent female, wandering through the ruins of civilization. The ruins are haunted by the mahd'q, creatures with dark skin, long, apelike arms, protruding jaws and violent temperaments. The mahdq'q get their name from the sound they make whenever humans try to communicate with them. Mostly they break things and dance around fires, playing drums. They scavenge and hunt their food and fear water, for water will douse their fires and they don't know how to make more. Some of them attack the MC with clear intent to rape her, but after she fights them off with martial arts and sorcery (a taser and a pepper spray) they cry out their call of fear and submission "dindu, dindu!" Don't know where to go from here though. Where is she going? What does she hope to accomplish in this dismal world?
William Hall
It is not a pro incest story. The end of the story is the two sibling agreeing that their incestuous relationship is bad for them, and they learn to temper their love for each other.
Jack Evans
can i dump a chapter of a scifi novel i stopped making? (i only stopped because i was fired from my job and had to reorganize my life then i started something new)
Luke Howard
I'm sure you can. Perhaps you were asking permission? Then you should ask "May I dump a chapter", but that would be stupid because you don't need permission. Probably won't read something the author admits to abandoning though.
Henry Lee
Has anyone actually bought a copy of another anons book?
Hell-user here. I've finally finished writing the smut scene, and introduced a sizeable time skip forward. Next will come the real conflict. I also desperately need to go back and improve/elevate the quality of the earlier sections to match what it feels like I've been writing as I've gotten further in.
Noah Reyes
well this is the first chapter and its pretty solid (i think). I planned to go back to it which is why i wanted to dump it here
Easton Moore
Not bought but downloaded, yes
Aaron Perez
How Fiction Works, the Butler playlist, Garner, and Aristotle are my favorites. I also want to add Book 3 of Artistotle's Rhetoric. Learn how to format dialogue properly. I'll read it when that's done. I am going to guess you're the Emily Project user in which case I suggest you disregard her advice until you're doing a series. Stop asking stupid questions like this. It wastes a post. Post your chapter or don't.
Grayson Wilson
Don't be a missus boat in this doggy dog world
Jackson Young
>Emily Project I don't even know what that is, so you guessed wrong.
Xavier Barnes
Yes, but people mishear a bunch of common idioms and those spread so now you have competing versions of idioms because people don't know what words are.
Jacob Clark
Pls stop This triggers my urge to correct people
Henry Adams
“Move Move Move!” bellowed the First Sergeant. It’s not like I can’t hear the blaring siren or see the red strobe lights. Private Leer thought as he scrambled to the SAMS Staging Platform. It was the Private’s first jump as an official Spacebourne Trooper. Leer was perplexed on why he was shaking so hard. It was a much rougher time in boot plus he had done multiple training jumps throughout the Sun System. Is it because this was in a completely different star system? Is it because it would potentially be a combat mission? Leer shook his head and tried to keep his thoughts on the mission objectives and focus on the Jump. He was hustled with twenty-one other soldiers, fifteen privates, three corporals, two sergeants, and one lieutenant. The private assembled with the other units in a large bay next to the docking platforms. The door sealed behind them as the troops all lined up on the SAMS Staging Platform and stood spread eagle. A neon blue biometric scanner ran from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet, flashed a green confirmation light, and correctly identified the Private as Mark Leer. SAMS stands for “Spacebourne Advanced Mechanical Suit” which a complex piece of battle armor that is designed for High Altitude Jumps and Extractions. “Clank!” a hydraulic press clamped a pair of armored boots to the feet of Private Leer locking him into the staging platform. Leer’s aerogel interlink jumpsuit allowed the pieces of the SAMS to match up for assembly. Next, the gauntlets were added, then suit, and plate armor. The pieces extended and sealed seamlessly to prevent the suit from compromising in a Jump. The SAMS’s Neurolink, an artificial nerve core, connected to the interlink jumpsuit which linked to the neurolink inside the Trooper’s nervous system. Along with some bioengineering, this system allowed the soldier to operate the mechanical suit as if it were an extension of his body. This engineering made them much stronger physically and more resilient to stressors on the body. Now in the SAMS devastating traumas to the body such as high-velocity impacts were greatly reduced. Leer felt volts of electricity running through his nervous system as the digital combat system activated. A series of small probes and tubes were injected into his body converting his organic body to his cybernetic body that artificially ran his organs and muscles while the SAMS operated. The pumps and circuits would keep his body alive and prevent any unwanted natural reactions from occurring that would put the mission at risk. Things such as g-LOC would be a catastrophe during a mission so the body is run artificially. Leer was concerned about how that would affect his health until he went through MEPS and found out that they would be engineering his body to handle all this. The civilians typically don’t have this done and just stick to the embryonic DNA manipulation in their infancy.
Camden Evans
Leer felt his face droop and a string of drool ran down his chin as his body shut down. This was not the most elegant part of the assembly and was also the reason for the urethra tube. The early researchers of this product realized that it was imperative to mission success for the operators to drink a laxative the night before a mission. Just as everything was going dark a zap surged through his basal ganglia. “Neuroplug active,’ Leer stated out loud to make sure his motor skills were functional. Then the endorphins released and he felt like he was on top of the world…. Well, he was in this case because suddenly the platform disappeared and he was falling. There was nothing under him except his fellow Spacebourne and the large cloudy red sphere known as Factorium. “Shape up!” the call from the sergeant instinctively triggered the private to snap into focus and he rotated head down into a headlong dive. Just as the group entered space they hit a magnet accelerator which launched them into Factorium ’s thermosphere. Here this one second was the best part of the Jump the weightless wonder and beauty of the black space backdrop right before sheer terror. The binary star system split the darkness with refracted light giving the approach a radiant gleam of immense beauty. The twenty-one troops guided themselves into a spearhead formation and the second sergeant navigated the patrol into the re-entry corridor. The SAMS radar system kept the units evenly distributed so that they would not collide and then “CRACK!” the atmosphere began to tear apart. A sonic shock blasted in front of the divers as they reached speeds of over 25,000 mph. “This is insane!” Leer thought then everything went red as they shredded Factorium’s high pressure atmosphere. It was easily hundreds of earth atmospheres and really put the SAMS to the test. Well, not really for the suits were made of composite materials that were light but as durable as titanium and beryllium. In the seals were mesh made of baron nitrate so even with the charged plasma encasing the suit it held fast. “I can’t see shit!” one of the private’s comm’d. “Switch to instrument readings if your optics aren’t adjusting.” Leer could only see red and orange tearing apart the sky around him until his optics filtered out that color. Now it was mostly white and yellow in the clouds below but there were black outlines of the plasma swirling part him. He could now see the other soldiers in front of him. His placement was on the rear starboard side of the grouping perfectly aligned. “This suit is truly a piece of wonder!” Private Leer thought as he glided through the amber sky.
Carter King
As they entered Factorium ’s troposphere a thick blanket of cloud coated the landing zone. The optical filters shifted to a simulated rendering of the landing based on microwave data. Though the optics didn’t fully cut out the sulfuric clouds and the occasional lightning which would cause the rendering to pixelate for a split second. This was just a part of the microwave radar interference; the SAMS system had plenty of other metrics to assess the landing if the simulation cut out completely. A motto in the Engineering Corp was “For every sensor have three to back it up.” “Break!” the Leautinet’s first command was sent over the comm. Private Leer stayed on his path the only person who had to do anything was the squad leader who would send out a neural command to the interlink. This link would allow the suit to automatically set up the formation sequence. It took about five seconds and the spearhead formation turned into three arrowhead formations. As soon as they made the change they broke through the clouds and they were about five thousand feet above a maze of pipelines, massive electricity cords, slag heaps, building equipment, cranes, etc. There was no visible dirt and the only liquid was a chasm of molten steel. “On me!” Private Leer’s squad leader called out rolling right. In the briefing, the Captain discussed how the Jump would split up and each squad would go to the different landing pads in what is referred to as Drainage City. On Leer’s landing sim they were about a dozen miles from the landing zone. “Engage shoulder thrusters!” Squad Leader Sergeant Soloman shouted and Leer sent the command via neurolink. A second later everyone’s shoulder mounted thrusters engaged, firing an intense blast of supersonic gas flow. The squad shot up between two massive thousand meter radio towers. Then they rotated from a head first dive to a standard landing position with feet down head up. The thrusters slowed their descent toward the ground until about fifty feet up. They cut off and the suits fell to the ground all seven landing on their feet. Though the landing strip was made for much larger crafts and made of strengthened concrete it still cracked a great deal from the landing showing a lack of upkeep.
Kevin Young
The sergeant accessed the area while the privates checked each other’s suits for possible damage. Private Leer was checking Private Angelo’s shoulder pad which seemed to have a slight discoloration from the entry plasma. A small crab-like creature skittered by its carapace was made of iron. “Alright listen up while our suits run diagnostics and sensors augment to Factorium ’s planetary specs. Let’s go over our mission objects and potential hazards!” Sergeant Solomon lectured as corporal Locknar patted Private Leer and Angelo on the shoulders gently gently guiding them toward the conversation. Leer knew Locknar well enough to know he had a toothy grin under his visor. ‘The major focus of our section of the mission is to recover the HyperTech Crate numbered A-84 in the materials warehouse about a dozen klicks north of this location. That’s our primary objective. Our two secondary objectives will be the focus of the two other squads. We will contribute to them as needed but not over the primary objective. Private Macintosh what were the other two objectives? Private Macintosh was the only female in D-Squad and one of three females in the whole company. Macintosh was the paragon of the tomboy concept that men have worshipped for millennia. Private Leer’s sophomoric crush on Macintosh started when he signed up for the Space Force after graduation. He was walking out of the recruiters office when she appeared like something out of a movie. She wore a white sundress that was accented by her dark tan skin that was lighter around her well exercised shoulders and neck. This was probably from where she wore her team swimsuit during practice. She had long choppy black hair and large oval olive eyes that seemed to radiate wonder. She did not normally smile but had sort of a permanent smirk which told the world that she could not be beaten. Private Leer remembered holding the door open for an abnormal amount of time as she made her way over to him. “Thank you, Leer!” she said with a surprisingly sincere smile and walked inside. The next time Leer saw her was in bootcamp with military regulation hair and beating him in the push-up drills. Any hopes dashed for a relationship because of strict rules against dating within units.
Carter Hall
“Sarge the two other objectives are to make sure all the droids and robots working in the area are under Horizon’s default settings and the second is to seize any potential jailbreaking software outlined in the interlink rolodex.’ “Well stated. Corporal what are we to avoid on this mission?” “Well Sarge it would be a mission failure if we were to expose ourselves to high rad zones, any sort of liquid body on this planet will immobilize and likely kill us, oh! And we definitely need to avoid any of those pesky rebels!’ “Right this isn’t a firefight it's a recovery and operational integrity mission. Also if your Geiger Counter goes off backtrack immediately.” “Sarge?” Private Cosca inquired. “Yes Private, make it snappy we need to move out.” “Sarge aren’t our suits immune to radiation?” The Sergeant sighed like he had been asked an extremely stupid question. “Oh damn,” Private Leer thought to himself. “You are lucky we are on a time budget Private. Private Leer, explain why it is important that you backtrack if your GC goes off.” “Yes Sarge!” The Squad began walking north toward the material warehouse. Private Leer jogged up beside Private Cosca. “Cos, did you forget that if the GC goes off it means the rads are getting inside the SAMS?” “Ah my bad Textbook, I realized how dumb my question was as soon as I asked.” Cosca laughed with mild self-depreciation. Textbook was Private Leer’s nickname; he earned it because he was well-versed in the textbooks provided for the SAMS systems. Often he would explain the functionality of the suit better than the instructors and was an asset for Sergeant Soloman who preferred other people explaining the finer details. Thus the squad continued north on the two mile long landing platform following a quite faded white line about two strides thick. The area in front of them was a sprawling city of warehouses and assembly factories. Factorium has an extremely low number of non-robotic sentient life due to it being a massive planetary resource manufacturer.The robots and droids here are self-sufficient, able to conduct troubleshooting and repairs themselves. Technically they do receive an orbital cargo loader once a day at one of their six space elevators. The ship was typically a Massive B Class model that is upwards to five hundred kilometers long and a series of conveyors bring trains of storage containers to the space elevator to where the containers are lifted and loaded onto the cargo loader. Private Leer gauged his surroundings and noticed a large conveyor belt running fifty to a hundred foot containers northwest in the direction of the closest elevator.
Michael Scott
>got home from work >slept 4 hours last night >plopped myself down on computer >started writing weird asf that this happened to me, usually it takes at least an hour of mindless actions and a great force of will to start writing
Josiah Young
I personally hate rhetorical questions in a story. It feels like filler to me and there's always better ways to show inner thoughts, even speaking to himself in a mirror. There's some odd info dumps that take me out of it like the SAMS. It's a suit that does this. Well okay, set up a scene if the suit is so important. Slow it down a bit. This reads like it an instruction manual
Nolan Edwards
“Sarge the two other objectives are to make sure all the droids and robots working in the area are under Horizon’s default settings and the second is to seize any potential jailbreaking software outlined in the interlink rolodex.’ “Well stated. Corporal what are we to avoid on this mission?” “Well Sarge it would be a mission failure if we were to expose ourselves to high rad zones, any sort of liquid body on this planet will immobilize and likely kill us, oh! And we definitely need to avoid any of those pesky rebels!’ “Right this isn’t a firefight it's a recovery and operational integrity mission. Also if your Geiger Counter goes off backtrack immediately.” “Sarge?” Private Cosca inquired. “Yes Private, make it snappy we need to move out.” “Sarge aren’t our suits immune to radiation?” The Sergeant sighed like he had been asked an extremely stupid question. “Oh damn,” Private Leer thought to himself. “You are lucky we are on a time budget Private. Private Leer, explain why it is important that you backtrack if your GC goes off.” “Yes Sarge!” The Squad began walking north toward the material warehouse. Private Leer jogged up beside Private Cosca. “Cos, did you forget that if the GC goes off it means the rads are getting inside the SAMS?” “Ah my bad Textbook, I realized how dumb my question was as soon as I asked.” Cosca laughed with mild self-depreciation. Textbook was Private Leer’s nickname; he earned it because he was well-versed in the textbooks provided for the SAMS systems. Often he would explain the functionality of the suit better than the instructors and was an asset for Sergeant Soloman who preferred other people explaining the finer details. Thus the squad continued north on the two mile long landing platform following a quite faded white line about two strides thick. The area in front of them was a sprawling city of warehouses and assembly factories. Factorium has an extremely low number of non-robotic sentient life due to it being a massive planetary resource manufacturer.The robots and droids here are self-sufficient, able to conduct troubleshooting and repairs themselves. Technically they do receive an orbital cargo loader once a day at one of their six space elevators. The ship was typically a Massive B Class model that is upwards to five hundred kilometers long and a series of conveyors bring trains of storage containers to the space elevator to where the containers are lifted and loaded onto the cargo loader. Private Leer gauged his surroundings and noticed a large conveyor belt running fifty to a hundred foot containers northwest in the direction of the closest elevator.
