A gentlemen's wrestling club ( not post apocalyptic )

[MrBumble]

I know that it may not fit in the fan art section since it has nothing to do with Fallout and it's not even post-apocalyptic but I know that there are arcanum fans out there so I thought some of you would maybe find the idea interesting. I thought that it was a funny concept to adapt Fight Club to industrial revolution with elements of steampunk here and there. This is just a short excerpt to see how you like the idea. English is far from being a language I master so, be indulgent and feel free to correct ! Also, opinions about the concept itself and writing styles are highly apreciated and wanted ! Without further ado, enjoy ...

The lenses of my brass goggles were all vaporous. The atmosphere was indeed very moist, not only from the sweaty bodies colliding but also from the boiler at the back of the room, still warm at that late hour of the night. The tavern had officially closed one hour ago and it was now the theater of our weekly "meeting". I am watching Tyler from the other side of the room. He seems absorbed by the fight in a paradoxically detached manner, looking through his brand new monocle at Archie's nose breaking loudly under Jasper's fist.

I'm thinking : what a nice vision. While the whole middle-class-London is sleeping aloud, manufacturers, miners, metallurgists, textile workers, you name it, the most interesting gentlemen you will ever meet, well they are here, at the center of the world, beating the hell out of each other. Archie points his hand towards the ceiling of our moist basement. It means the fight is over. He cannot take it anymore. His nose is broken and his throat is filled with blood. He did not loose though. Our gentlemen's wrestling club is not about winning or losing.

Tyler Duncan claps two times and helps Archie getting up. "Seems you've had your reglars Archie. Don't you feel liberated now ? You look like crap but it's beautiful to me though. One step closer to hitting the bottom. Jasper, how does it feel to see that your mawleys are good at something else than making clothes you will never wear ?" 'Twas true. While we were wrestling, nothing else mattered anymore. Our jobs in the factories, chest diseases, the ghost of cholera, all of this vanished when you used your fist to beat your fellow worker directly in the eyeball or when he was stomping you right on the head. Who needed unions after this ? Truth is, we felt born again, even though resurrection in this case meant two broken ribs. Four hours left until a new day at the glass making factory but I did not care.

"An entire generation forgotten by God" Tyler says. "Industrial revolution ? The revolution, indeed, lies in each and every one of you. It is up to you to make something else of your life. You have to accept the fact that someday you are going to die. It could very well happen with an accident at the factory or in the depth of the mine. Or, it could happen as you place a stick of dynamite on that railway the eve of its inauguration. It is up to you to decide not to let these companies process your minds and souls into the same giant furnaces they use to produce the coal that will someday power the machines which will cost you your job anyway."

 

[RUN_LIKE_HELL]

The lenses of my brass goggles were all vaporous. The atmosphere was indeed very moist, not only from the sweaty bodies colliding but also from the boiler at the back of the room, still warm at that late hour of the night.

Is this a synopsis for some gay porn ?

 

[MrBumble]

lol yeah indeed. Lots of people think Fight Club is full of gay metaphors anyway.

 

[alec]

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.



Too much 'trying to be literary'.

Don't.

 

[MrBumble]

Yeah...There's the fact that Chuck Palahniuk/Tyler Durden are obviously COOLER than I am and also the fact that since it's not my first language I desperately try to write it correctly and it ends up being a little too much and not natural. You are right. Thanks for the advice !