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Captain Howlin' Mad Murdock

Member #485 created: 2006-05-06 12:15:10Simple URL: http://writersco.heddate.com/485   
Email: Steven_c_young@hotmail.com

Name: Steven Christopher Young (Just call me Steve)

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Member Type: Writer

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Hi. My name's Steve, but most people call me Murdock! I enjoy writing comedy pieces. We have our own Comedy series on ElfTown called "The Travellers" (Taster at the bottom), it's a brilliant read and we're looking to get it published. It has influences from Red Dwarf and Spaced. It's about four time vigilantes who scour time and space, and well, make a cock up of virtually everything. All who've read it have said it's excellent fun, and we've got several polls and such which the fans and viewers can vote on to decide on the fate of "The Travellers".
I Came to Writers.co to get our work evaluated by different writers, i'm still only an amateur but i do like to write.
Any information or evaluation you could give me would be fantastic!

If you wanna find out where my Inspiration comes from to write such things, go to Murdock's Inspiration!

For people out there, here's a taster for you, please exscuse the lack of description for the characters, this is because there description is on the main page of The Travellers and we don't feel like writing them out for every story:


8056 – The Spirit Of Jazz


In Dedication To Our Good Rocker Friend, Jonathan Horberry!



It was four in the morning, Matt was asleep in his chair(1), Josh was in his bunk and Jez was below him. Not a sound stirred apart from the calming hum of the engines.
BUDDA, BUDDA, BODDA, BODDA, BUDDA, BUDDA, TSCHHHH!
Jez awoke abruptly shouting, “Man the stations! Raise your weapons! Every man for himself!!”.
Josh clambered out of bed, “Computer, where’s that racket coming from!?”.
“I’m feeling very fragile, Josh. Say Please.”
“… Computer, everytime I need to know something I do not expect to have to say please”
“Well I shan’t check then”
Josh let out a long sigh, “Computer, will you please check where that noise is coming from?”.
“Of course I will”, a couple of seconds passed, “It’s at the back of the ship, in Steve’s quarters, I’m identifying the sound patterns… it’s from a drumkit.”
Josh clenched his fist and gritted his teeth together, “Scuse me chaps, me and Steve need some… alone time.”, he walked over muttering under his breath.



As he reached Steve’s quarters the doors slid open, there, in the middle of the room was Steve, sat at his kit with a huge grin on his face. Josh’s face went red.
“And WHAT do you think your doing!?”
“Jamming…”
“WITH WHOM!?”
“Jonny…”
“Who, in the blue hell, is Jonny?”
“My imaginery friend, he’s a guitarist, excellent aswell, we’re working on a new song! It’s called “How much noise can you make at four in the morning?””.
Josh’s eye twitched, he stomped towards Steve, grabbed his sticks and was about to jab them into Steve’s eyes when, SHWOOM, everything went black.



The Four Travellers all woke up pretty much at the same time, they were all somehow in the cockpit(2), Matt clambered over to the console and scanned everything.
“Is everything in check?”, Josh said, well rubbing his head.
“Well yeah, by the looks of thi…. No, wait, somethings not right, there’s something else on board!”
Jez grabbed a rifle which was conveninatly placed on the wall(3), “If it’s that Jehova’s witness again, I swear to the hells that I’ll send her to meet god early!”
“No, I don’t think it is, whatever it is, it’s getting closer!”.
The Four Traellers looked at the cockpit doors and waited, a couple of seconds later the doors slid open, mist covered the shady figure there, sparks flew up behind him. Guitar solos were heard as soon as the doors opened.
“Can you hear those to?”, Steve proclaimed.
“Yes Steve, yes we can!”, Matt slapped Steve, for the fun of it.



As the mist cleared, stood in the doorway, was a semi-tall, leather clad, stubbled, dark haired rocker with shades on. He had a guitar in his hand a fag in his mouth.
“Hi, my names Jon, and from now on, this is MY ship!”



The doors slammed again and it was a couple of seconds before anyone spoke, when someone did speak, it was Jez.
“Well I’m not argueing with him, he can bloody well have it!”
“No he can’t! This is our ship! We’ve been through a lot on this ship!”
“We have!?”, Matt shouted.
“Yeah, you were always just to drunk to remmeber them, but I promise you we have!”
“Well, for starters, who the bloody hell is he?”
“He’s my friend…”, Said Steve, rather timidishly.
“Hmm, that must’ve been a warp impulse that passed through the ship, somehow, it’s brought Steve’s imaginary friend to life.”
“What I saw, wasn’t imaginary!”, Jez protested.
“Well he’s not now you gimp!”
“Well, I suggest we head on down to the armoury, pronto!”.
The Four Travellers Scurried off.



Thirty minutes later The Four crept back out of the armoury, dressed in combat gear and holding random weaponry, Matt even had a mace.
Jez checked a nearby console.
“Hmm, he’s knocked out all the lighting and he’s stopped the ship in it’s tracks… oh, and he’s deleted all Backstreet Boys songs from the hard-drive!”.
“Well I can’t kill him now!”, Matt lowered his weapon.
“Don’t be stupid! Right, I say we corner him and force him to hand back over control of the ship, then, when he does, we shoot him anyway!”, Josh looked at the others for nods.
“Sounds good to me, Rock ‘N’ Roll!”, Steve cocked his rifle.



The Travellers crept through the ship, every now and again Steve pull on Jez’s hair and Jez would cry… Steve would laugh. About fourty minutes later, they cornered him in the cargo bay. Steam flew about everywhere and there was only a dim, red glow from a nearby Dying Star. Jonny stood their with his Guitar on his back and a Dulsonian Pulse Rifle in his hands, he let out a ring of smoke from his mouth.
“Hello boys, glad you could join the party… now then, if you could just give me the access codes to the course confirmer, I might let you live!”, Jonny gave a deep chuckle.
The four travellers highered their weapons, “I think not, what you’ve done is wicked, unthoughtful and downright nasty, just think what your mother would say, now then, return the ship to us.”
“…………… Your right.”
“What….?”
“What I’ve done is wrong, I’m so sorry, here, I’ll give you back the ship right away!”
“……….”
“Hang on a minute! No! I’m not havin’ this! This isn’t how it goes, you weren’t supposed to say that, you were supposed to say “No chance”, and start blowing holes in things! Then I’d charge you and you’d punch me!”
“Urrr, pardon?”
“Like this!”, Matt hurled himself at Jonny, grabbed Jonny’s own arm and smacked himself in the face with it, then in the gut, knocking him to the floor. Josh joined in.
“Yeah, and then I lurch at you but you let off a round, and catch me in the shoulder!”
Josh lurched, pressed his own finger against the trigger and shot himself in the shoulder.
Matt got up.
“And then, and then, I slide tackle you”, Matt slid across the floor and knocked Jonny to the ground.
“No, really, I’ll give you the ship back, there’s no need for-“
“And then well your on the floor I punch you in the face!”, Matt punched him in the face twice.
Josh got back up, “And then, as I come at you, you trip me up”, Josh ran into Jonny’s leg and fell to the floor.
Matt continued, “You roll over on top of me, and then we struggle with the gun!”, he hurled himself underneath Jonny and started struggling with the gun.
“What are you doing!? Look, I just wanna get along with you guys!”
“And then-“, Matt was saying with an exhausted voice, “with my last *grunt* ounce of *grunt* strength, I *grunt* shoot you in the stomach *grunt* killing you!”
BANG!



Jonny rolled over, let out a gasp and kicked the bucket.
“See, now didn’t that make much more sense!”
“Yeah! We did well there!”
“God knows what terrors he’d of unleashed on us if we hadn’t of acted quickly…”
“Off to bed?"
"Yeah.."
"Yeah.."
"Yup.."
"Yahuh.."



Silence took the ship once more, everone was snoring…
BUDDA, BUDDA, BODDO, BODDO, BUDDA, BUDDA, TCSHHH!


…I lied.



1: Well…, more passed out, than asleep.

2: The fact they were in the cockpit was not the strange part, the strange part is that they were all wearing each others clothes and were lying in the recovery position… how queer.

3: The same rifle in fact, that he used to Assaninate John Kennedy that warm 60’s evening… good times.

© Steven Christopher Young. All rights reserved!

If you wish to see more of The Travellers, log onto ElfTown and the name of the wiki page is "The Travellers", simple really... a bit like us!




698 - The Death Star


Screams, Fire and laser rounds is all that the pilots of the rebellion could see... well, that and a huge Death Star.
"I got ties on my six, i can't shake em, get em off me!! ARRGGGHHH-".
The six remaining X-wings in the air travelled through the small, metal canyon, hoping that there route out of here wasn't in a body bag... or a body bag filled with sand to make up for the missing parts.
Another tie let of a few shots of it's whiney laser cannon and brought down another X-wing, the Rebel numbers were few now, surely no one was going to make it out of there alive. The leader of the Rebel Squadron, which for various copyright reasons was called "Suke Lywalker" turned to the right to see a battered, unidentified ship. Which was struggling to keep up with him.
"Well, we have to get rid of it somehow, i'm not eating it all again!", Steve portested to his other crew members.
"Oh it's only a bit of garbage Steve!", Matt was having none of it.
"Yes, Garbage, twelve tons of it! Josh, where are we?"
"I don't know, the screen's all fogged up, but can ya hear that?? You'd think there was a titanic space battle going on out there!"
"Ignore that, we have to find somewhere to get rid of this waste!".
Another tie fired, another pilot was killed.
"I wouldn't MIND if you all ate it, but no, you leave it to me, twelve tons of waste, all to myself!"
"Count yaself lucky it's more than some people get!"
A transmission came through.
"Hello, this is Suke Lywalker, can you give me your verification code and well, your general reason for being a titanic space battle!".
"See, i told you!", Josh gave a smug smile.
"Ummm, 648921.... and, we need to get rid of some garbage!".
".....Garbage?? You came all the way to the Death Star to drop of Garbage!?", another explosion was heard as the rebellion numbers became less.
"The Death Star???", The four Travellers said in Unison.
"Right, that's it!", Steve slammed his hand down on the button that said "Release pod". A mortar sound was heard as the garbage pod fired.
"Where'd it go??", asked Matt.
"I'm not sure, i can't see, i think it went down that hole!!".
"Well, whatever, we are OUT OF HERE!!".


The ship blasted off into time. The Death gave a kind of angry whirring noise... and blew up!

© Steven Christopher Young. All rights reserved!




Here's another taster of an upcoming novel, it's a cross between fantasy and comedy, hope ya like it:

Gragnor's Quest


The four heroes stood behind a small hill, they looked down upon the pig like enemies below them.
"Well, what can we do?" Asked the swordsmen.
"I'm sorry, sir, they have our weapons and armour, without them we're reduced to shoe throwing and harsh language!".
"Well let's give it our best then!", the swordsmen proceeded to take his shoe off and throw it at one of the soldiers at the bottom the hill, he then stood up in plain site and shouted: "YOUR A BUNCH OF WET FARTS!!".





ThinWisp dragged the swordsmen back down, waiting for the enemy to charge up the hill and capture them, then, in the most unlikely case the soldier blew up into a pile of ashes.
"Hmmm.... they're allergic to leather.... you have to love irony!"


Now, the site of four people charging down a hill with their shoes in their hands is a strange one, but even stranger is the sight of seeing four unarmed soldiers beating fourty other men to death with there shoes!

© Steven Christopher Young. All rights reserved!

Age: 15Year of birth: 1991Month of birth: 2Day of birth: 8

Gender: male

Working/study place: School/Home

Place of living: Hull

Genres
ComedySci-fi

Style
Short stories

Known languages
English


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