/lit/ - Literature

no but seriously... how do i contact Bakker and ask him for permission to adapt his work into a video game? i already have a basic prototype.
and if he won't give permission, i'll simply change one letter in each name and go ahead anyways. but wouldn't he prefer it if i acknowledge his inspiration? if his mind is still intact... could my game not be an aspect of his legacy, bequeathed to a new generation of fans?

>>19814814
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>>19600736
>Close to the edge by Yes
That's a good one. But I'll always think Pink Floyd's Animals is the GOAT as far as classic/prog rock.

>>17910955
>Choke on TUC ending.
You mean that the best fantasy series ever made also had the best ending bar none? I completely agree.

>No, it can't be, Bakker thought, his breath catching in his throat. He was in the field in front of his cuckshed, tending to his basedbean plants when the creature appeared, towering above him with an obscene smile on its lipless mouth.
>"Oh yes it can, Dunyain" the monstrosity said in a sibilant tone. The Aspect-Author audibly gasped. There seemed to be no escape from the Inchoroi and as more panicked thoughts raced through his mind, the creature's smile widened. Bakker dropped the hoe he had been using and ran towards his cuckshed but in the blink of an eye the abomination was there, blocking his path to salvation.
>It straightened in front of him, stretching to its full wingspan, its caricature of a human face luridly peeking through a maw lined with sharpened teeth.
>"Why do you fear me so, Dunyain? I come from a race of lovers, and all I wish is to spread love."
>Bakker let out a little cry as the Inchoroi grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him bodily. The creature pulled him closer in a terrible embrace and he gagged with the smell of the mutilated pieces of human bodies adorning its flesh. The Aspect-Author felt something big, rising slowly and pushing against his legs, parting them. A moment ago, he was dangling off the ground in the monster's hold, but now he was straddling a solid object, as if suspended in the air. Bakker looked down, baffled, and almost fainted from terror. The Inchoroi's phallus, even as it was beginning to harden, was so thick and strong it managed to bear his weight.
>"N-no, you can't!" pleaded the Canadian, "it's biologically impossible! My insides will be crushed!"
>It laughed, a curious and surprisingly clear note coming from such a vile being.
>"Worry not Dunyain, for we are the masters of the flesh. These things are not impossible for us."
>Without warning, the creature lifted the Aspect-Author to allow his curved and monstrous phallus to raise vertically, briefly poking itself in the belly. It then impaled Bakker brutally, its massive erection tearing effortlessly through his favorite gardening shorts. What occurred inside him was hard to describe; all at once, his entire body was filled with warmth and a burning lust. His eyes crossed and rolled back in their sockets, his head bobbing like a broken puppet. His tongue dangled from his mouth and only incoherent moans of ecstasy came out of it. This made the Inchoroi utter its peculiar laugh again.
>"I accept your surrender, Dunyain."

Is The Unholy Consult secretly a comedy? It's just so over the top, it's almost like a work of auto-satire. I laughed out loud at some of the craziest stuff, like when Proyas eats that guy's face while humping holes in his radiation-festering body. It's just too crazy to be serious, can't you see Scott writing this with a huge grin on his face?

>>17617410
he looks like the cool friend in junior high where you'd go to his basement in the country, smoke weed and drink beer, listen to metal records, and cut stuff in the backyard with a katana. then you would embark on an insane, long-winded game of Advanced Dungeons and Dragons where your party gets mauled by mind flayers, beholders, liches and outer abominations, and everyone would die in the end. pretty sick dude.

>>17111442
> He didn't say fuck Bakker
Phew lads