Author has written 5 stories for Mass Effect, Halo, and Kung Fu Panda.
ATTENTION FANFICTION READERS- As of 28/11/2012, this account will no longer be putting out new stories or add new chapters to current stories.
What's up my name is Defiant Candle. I am 19 years old and a guy.
Just putting this up to make some notifications-
My Kung Fu Panda Drabble and Shen, Tai Lung and Wolf Boss redemption story has been handed over to Synchronised-Harmony to continue, due to uni life and the fact the I have decided to stop fanfiction writing. A very unpopular decision to many of my fans I'm sure, but in truth I am not the creative sort and writing has a way of messing me up for some reason- probably bi-polar- that draining feeling I get when I've been creative. Its not been good for me socially and is a distraction from work and other important things. Even if my work is good, I went to quite a few dark places just to maintain the story.
I believe I have mild Aspergers Syndrome with ADD (attention-deficit disorder). It means that while I'm pretty skilled in some academic areas- reading and writing, analysing, organising and categorising- it makes me socially stupid, to put it blunt. Its like having the mind of an old guy mixed with that of a boy- kind of giving me the mind of a 14 year old. I have had other difficulties in the past like obsessional tendencies, slowness in work and needing help, struggling to process information- very frustrating at times- repetitive behaviours and thought patterns , limited interests, over-to-hypersensitivity, and a tendency to dwell on the negative.
I took to writing because of my obsessively passionate interests in the solitary pursuits I had, mainly video gaming. Being the Master Chief or Commander Shepard, the one person everyone could rely on to save the day, beat the bad guy and rescue the universe from untold destruction- the desire to be successful would get to me and I would turn to these sorts of things for escapism and to help my self-esteem. Plus I could shoot shit and feel like a badass lol :)
Ironically when I was socially isolated I learnt how to be a good person. I know, I sound like I'm selling myself here- but bear with- being mildly autistic the struggle to fit in socially was immense. I could talk to older people and mature adults no problem and with younger people who shared my sense of fun, but never with people my age. So I was left with few friends and plenty of books and video games to immerse myself in. Geek mode activate.
The halo stories were my first fanfiction because I was so in love with the Halo universe and the characters that I wanted to write my own stories. Naively I thought I could send my story to Bungie and they would accept my story and make it into a movie. Of course I was turned away, and looking at it now I can see how it would have failed. My version of Master Chief was very OOC and the whole storyline itself was something off a star wars prequel/manga mash-up story, with special powers, cheesy lines and characters and cliched parts to it. The Chief?- I don't wanna talk about it- basically a cliched gary stew with a romantic side, melancholy and in my words, 'spiritually gifted' with potential to become a Jedi/Super-Saiyan/Knight of Legend kind of soldier. Yep, that bad- glad I didn't write it.
(WARNING: MASS EFFECT CENTRED RANT-SKIP NEXT SEVEN PARAGRAPHS IF YOU WANT TO AVOID SPOILERS OR ARE NOT A MASS EFFECT FAN!)
The Mass Effect Stories were mainly because of my, excitement to put out a Tali/Male Shep romance fanfic. What can I say? Obsessively passionate. Plus I had a big crush/infatuation with Tali. In fact when I fell for her, I replayed the whole first game all over again so I had no other romances to feel guilty about when getting together with her. I'll be completely honest. I went for Liara at first mostly because I found her well, attractive- I was much younger then- and I recall falling for Tali because I stupidly thought that she was Liara under the suit!!! The second time (when I decided to go for Tali) I accidentally ended up getting with Ashley - facepalm- guess thats what happens when you keep talking to her and going Paragon all the time- So, third playthrough later and shazam, no previous romances to feel guilty over when romancing Tali.
Even now I'm not sure if I really did fall in love with her, or if I just caught up with the hype of Youtube and Fanfiction making her into a cute innocent angel with a naughty side to her. I mean, she doesn't really do that much- just says I've liked you since the first game and then says I will research stuff and then sleep with you- sorry for younger readers out there- Theres not a lot of romantic chemistry between them, which I guess I can see why most people go for Miranda or Liara, simply because the games appear to reward you more for it. If the game included a bit more intensity to the romance, particularly in Mass Effect 3- I don't know, whatever there was between Shep and Tali in 3, I didn't see it. In 2, it was like Hey I like you, Hey I like you too- lets get it on- and after some time in the sack (too short a scene if you ask me- sorry again younger viewers) its like hey that was fun now lets leave it like that and I call you up every now and then for cuddles. It was ok, with the whole help Tali with her trial and comfort her after she finds her father dead, but there could have been more to it, you know what I mean? I see what the other fanfics do with the whole back from the dead epic saga romance reunion on Freedom's Progress and Shep and Tali hooking up earlier in the game, and the whole teenage love story- does she like me- does he like me etc stories just to sweeten the relationship, but to me that just makes the whole Tali romance thing to me sadder.
Now I'm not saying that Tali is not a popular romance option, just that the games seem to make her romance story like a side-quest rather than achieving something beautiful in a relationship with someone you deeply care about.
ME3 fans, hear me out when I say that the game seemed to just want me to get with Liara or Ashley instead of be patient and wait for Tali until three quarters of the way through the game to be given a too short cut to black intimate scene and a cheaply photoshopped photo of her face, while the producers could have just put her animated face in the game! In a cutscene for goodness sake!- DISAPPOINTED!!!!- again sorry younger readers. Doesn't it feel that way for Garrus, Jack, Thane, Jacob, and Kelly fans as well?- with exceptions of course- just a dancing scene with Jack, and Jacob leaves Fem Shep for someone else between 2 and 3- burn, and Thane getting killed by Kai Leng just like that- double burn. The Miranda, Liara, Ashley and Kaiden romancers get all the luck and attention- too biased to one group for you to romance- so much for making this game an RPG, Bioware.
So yeah, my love story eventually turned into one very bad and cheesy series of fanfictions about the drama of Shepards return from the dead, his unspoken feelings for Tali and Gary Stewiness aplenty, with not very 1st person writing and sticking to male character viewpoints only. Plus the hero 'COMMANDER ZACHARY SHEPARD!!' (tumbleweed) was essentially a copy of me, a hormonal, impulsive, somewhat unstable-(waking from 2 year slumber and essentially an animal that just wanted to kill everything until he meets Tali again on Freedom's Progress) cheesy and goofy version of Shepard, with the mental age of a teenager instead of a thirty something mature war veteran commander. Self-insert everywhere! Except the unstable part- unless you count a massive bitching fest about why no one liked my fanfictions in the final chapter in an especially cheesy fanfiction about Shepard saving Tali on Haestrom. That was a result of my bitterness, an attitude problem and desperate need for attention by throwing a pity party. Quite possibly the most unpopular thing I have ever done on this website, if not in my entire life.
So after a guilt trip and a serious reprimanding from a fanfiction author who I admired, I felt the desire to completely turn evil and make an alternate storyline with an EVIL COMMANDER ZACHARY SHEPARD! (tumbleweed again) WITH BIOTIC POWERS, MORE GARY STEWINESS, AND FOR SOME REASON ALSO HAS A CRUSH ON TALI!! (tumbleweed and massive rolling of eyes and groaning everywhere)
Basically an evil Anakin Skywalker, Angellus (Buffy Reference) and Dark Starkiller- with force choking abilities, completely relentless and unregrettably evil and sadistic, with a big emo side for Tali to take pity on and something for her to appeal to his good side. He plays the piano, shacks up with a load of women, is a complete bastard who likes to execute people with style and yet for some reason is in love with Tali. I wanted to make a story centred around an angel falling for a demon, or a sinful man and see where it went. Later I decided it would be tragic and then got lazy and killed everyone off in the Collector Base Attack and surprise surprise, Evil Shep and Tali get together before the attack, in one really messed-up love scene involving force-chokes andTali telling an evil SOB that she loves him, even if he is evil and is practically a monster and believe there is still good in him, and him telling her he loves her too. With absolutely no logic or reasoning at all. I know love can be blind but seriously, a bad romance fic. Didn't do much good for me either.
On the flip side I introduced a sequel involving Legion as the protagonist for Mass Effect 3 who groups together a band of some of the othe popular Mass Effect Characters to fight the Reapers, and then later a Reaperised Version of Evil Shepard. He gets a staff and owns people :D
I did decide to make a Mass Effect 3 story with fellow fanfic writers starring as their own characters, but got cold feet when the story got cliched and terrible with a lot of OOCs and cheesy bad guys- ripping off Star Wars, Transformers, and possibly Naruto or some other angsty manga- Dragon Age- with sword fights, emo stuff, over-dramatic-ness and just generally crap storylines.
The Kung Fu Panda Drabble was my attempt for a fresh start after my botched Mass Effect fanfic attempts. And I went straight for the bad guys. I was a fan of Shen's stories and Shen himself because I emphasised with his self-loathing, regret and feeling of weakness and inferiority- being an asthmatic and hay-fever sufferer and with poor social skills I could somewhat relate. Tai Lung was simply rage which I unhealthily delved in as part of my dark side of hating everything and being frustrated and angry.
Not surprisingly I did better with this fanfic than any other work I did, mostly because it was easier to imagine and write.
So I wrote a story of Shen with depressing flashbacks and a lot of darkness- no surprise there- and then decided that enough was enough. I kept putting myself in dark places and making myself miserable with my writing and it had to stop for good.
I ended the story with a brief summary and left it at that. And so ended my fanfic career.
Up until now I haven't written anymore stuff. Recently I was asked by Synchronised Harmony if he could continue my story. So after some thinking I have decided to give my KFP drabble to Synchronised-Harmony to continue on his own.
Sorry to have just fed you a depressing story. Just what happens when someone like me tries to be creative and copy other writers.
Writing is no longer my thing. I've decided that now. I live my own life now and no longer hide. I'm accepted now with friends and no longer feel disconnected from everything or anyone.
I'm not perfect, but I know what I want, and know that I can be better. For everyone I care about, and myself.
My name is Zachary Bromfield, and I say God bless to those of you who are in a dark spot in your life. Don't be afraid. Be with the people you love, family, pets, friends- anyone who can help. You are not alone- Good things will come along. Never hide- exercise, try new things, hang out with friends, even if its on Tumblr or Youtube or Twitter or Fanfics- Don't turn to the dark side. It will only bring you pain. Listen to critics and never be afraid to ask for help once in a while. Be kind and compassionate. Be brave and strong. Be supportive and find humour in everything. Be a person of light, and treat others how you wish to be treated. Help others and they will help you.
Let yourself be responsible for your happiness. Live life.
(And after that Trainspotting tangent, I wish to say adieu. This account will remain open for Synchronised-Harmony to ask for tips, but I will also be online to read other great stuff you guys recommend or put up.)
See you guys around. Defiant Candle signing out.
Please don't hate me, but I had to do this-
Love vs. Sex
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit
She ended up staying longer than
As she walked along under the tall elm
When she reached the alley, which was a
However, halfway down the alley she
She became uneasy and began to pray,
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
When she reached the end of the alley,
The following day, she read in the
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
She felt she could recognize the man, so
The police asked her if she would be
She agreed and immediately pointed out
When the man was told he had been
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
She asked if they would ask the man one
Diane was curious as to why he had not
When the policeman asked him, he
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what... and if you stand up for him he will
Hopefully I copied this one right- I shall be in the rightful minority!
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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for
the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that
mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister
is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
What would you do?…You make the choice. Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one. Read it anyways. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraiser dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be the forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
‘When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?’
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued ‘I believe that when a child like Shay, who is mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself and it comes in the way other people treat that child.’
Then he told the following story: Shay and I had walked by a park where some boys Shay knew were playing ball. Shay asked ‘Do you think they’ll let me play?’ I knew that most of the boys would not like someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said ‘We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he could be on our team and we’ll try to but him in to bat in the ninth inning.’
Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs, but were still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and in the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next o bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less make with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team was putting aside winning for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball softly in Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown it to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all teammates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling: ‘Shay, run to first! Run to first!’ Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the base-line, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled ‘Run to second, run to second!’
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards the second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had this chance to be a hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head.
Shay ran towards the third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases towards home. All were shouting ‘Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay!’
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of the third base and shouted ‘Run to third! Shay, run to third!’
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming ‘Shay, run home! Run home!’
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
‘That day.’ Said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ‘the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.’
Shay didn’t make it another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second-thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate…The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion and decency is often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren’t the ‘appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the ‘natural order of things.’
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process. A wise man once said every society is judged by how it’s least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Ignore this 2. Pass it along
May your day, be a Shay day
You're a 90's kid if: (I do remember all of this, makes you miss your childhood lol)
You can finish this 'ice ice _'
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the highschool student too confused by other people to know my own heart.
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--
But most of all
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'
If you want the memory of Steve Irwin (the Crocodile Hunter) to live on, copy and paste this onto your profile.
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