Hey guys!
What is this topic?So I started this topic because I would love to have a place in the forums where people can post any random Steampunk/dieselpunk/GoIO/airship inspired short stories, random writings, short rpgs and poems without any serious restrictions (except those that apply to posting to the forums in general, of course). This is not meant to be my own writing thread, anyone who has something to share is welcome to do so.
RulesIn order not to make this thread confusing with lots of ongoing tales, I suggest that each post has to contain a complete story or poem (so do not start sequels or really long tales here). If your story or poem contains extreme content, eg. a lot of violence or anything you feel might upset others, but you still feel like presenting it here, make sure you post a warning about it at the beginning of the post (although, again, be aware of the general community rules, and do not post here content that you would not post to other threads either.)
Why start this thread?The other writers' threads in the forum are all either exclusively about roleplaying tales or GoI world-based stories, but this thread could be open to any random, thematically similar writing. So the idea is that anyone who has a steampunk short story or poem, either GoI-related or not, either serious or funny, can post it to this thread and offer it up for reading.
Personally, I like writing short stories and poems in my free time, and while none of them are entirely about the world of GoIO, some of them were in fact inspired by this game or by steampunk as such.
*technical note*
I was truly hesitating whether to post this topic here or to the Lounge, so if a moderator feels that this isn't the right place, feel free to move it. I voted for the Cantina in the end because this thread is meant to be a fan writing section, and I assumed that most people interested in writing steampunk stories will come here anyway; also, I was worried that the thread could easily get lost in the daily discussions of the Lounge.
*technical note*So, to start the hopefully long line of texts, I would like to share a steampunk poem of mine (if there is such a thing as a steampunk poem at all
). I wrote it some time ago, and I think it didn't turn out that bad. I am not a native speaker of English, so I usually have problems with rhymes and words and counting syllables, but I tried to put together a more or less decent poem here.
Hope you gonna like it, the story is a bit dark, but I tend to like these kinds of stories.
Tickentock is DeadPress a spring and set my clock
To tick those dreary times:
Among them drones the Tickentock
Sat covered all in vines.
His hat was torn, some slightly
Worn hopes hovered here and there;
All the townsfolk screamed around:
“Old fool, we no more care!”
They all yell and they all cry,
They do it every night.
The fog is trembling as machines
March through the misty light.
They have smiles with metal spikes
And one has rockets, too.
When such a sight strikes you, my friend
You’ll know not what to do.
Once he built a heart from rust,
A wicked, ticking heart.
He pulled the trigger on his dream
And blew our own apart.
He found a wife and walled her up
And then proclaimed her dead.
He called her nuts, she built a gun
And shot him down instead.
They all yelled and they all cried,
“The Tickentock is dead!”
Yet he returned with glowing eyes
And bore a monster head.
The Tickentock, he’s been to lands.
He saw the sky, the sea.
It was clear he wished to fly
With wings so light and free.
He cut some wings from paper
And he wore them every day.
He leapt just once and fell so fast
He broke a bone, they say.
Now they all yell and they all cry,
“Lord Tickentock is mad!”
They all laugh, “See, he wants to fly,”
“That man shall soon be dead!”
Filled with steam his pipes let out
A weary sigh or two.
Our Tickentock works hard on what
No one but he can do.
He shapes a doll so perfect and
So lovely made of steel:
Mechanical in every way,
This thing cannot be real!
As king he sits on wired thrones,
And blows his doll a kiss.
A blissful love like what they share
You surely should not miss.
But they all yell and they all cry,
“That doll is none of yours,”
“We’ll burn your home and kill you, sir,
And take your doll, of course!”
He built a robot army then
From shipwrecks old and new.
They had smiles with metal spikes,
And one had rockets, too.
They march the streets now and destroy
All treasures far and near;
Ruthless drones step hard upon
The plans the town held dear.
So they all yell and they all cry,
“The Tickentock should die,”
They shoot him down, they burn him
And they leave him there to lie.
Yet he moves, and puts a screw,
A loose one, on the shelf;
He fooled us all, he never lived,
He was a drone himself!
So they all yell and they all cry
“That wicked ticking must now stop!”
They take him and his drones apart,
And sit him on the rubbish top.
Years go by with nothing changed,
The days turn cold and grey.
Though he was bad, they have to note:
They miss him anyway.
Press a spring and set my clock
To tick those dreary times:
Among them drones the Tickentock
Sits covered all in vines.
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I have seen many people building replicas of GoI ships in such building games, so I thought we could start a thread where compulsive airship builders like myself may share their works. 
(In fact one side of it turned out to be taller than the other, but luckily it can't be seen hahahaha). 
His in-game name is Cpt. Raptor Sugarplum, but he is most commonly known as Captain Piggy, or just Piggy for short.
