CHECK OUT PROFESSOR INFINITE
Posted on March 29, 2018
The nice thing about Irving Wishbutton is that the cast can be so eclectic. Since it's a world populated by characters on quests whose books haven't been published yet, I can create some really odd folks. I'm on my way to writing another 5,000 words today. That'll brings my four-day total to 19,000. A great first week of writing. Here's a little section from today's effort detailing one of Irving's instructors:
This was my fourth class with Professor Infinite. He was what you would call a science hero, sort of like Doc Savage or Tom Strong but with a bit more complicated back story. He apparently was from the near future and needed to travel through time to gather up key items to somehow power a vague device called the Enigma Nullifer. His story wasn't very well thought out and contained lots of bizarre elements that didn't all seem to go together. He was Native American, and his father's spirit haunted him during his waking hours. Although, none of us had ever seen the ghost. Probably because of Harmstrike's rule about cast members associating with each other.
The staff of the academy was filled with characters that had never been published, meaning their author's hadn't finished their narratives or the writing had been so bad that they'd never made it to print. Because of this, they stuck around and the dean put them to use. I guess that also meant the dean was a failed creation as well. Either that or he didn't want to be published and leave. Could that be why he brought his writers here? To keep himself from leaving his very own little kingdom? There were so many things I didn't know. My theories didn't feel quite right. I needed to find out more.
Sarya stared at our instructor. It was clear that most of the girls found Infinite handsome. His tanned skin and strong jawline combined with his long black hair that he often wore in a pony tail and his blue t-shirt that tightly stretched across his muscular chest made half the class swoon. His khaki pants with pockets that held an infinite array of inventions for him to whip out for the correct occasion bordered on ridiculous, but that didn't seem to take away his charisma. It was rather silly to think that his creator had named him after his pants and their ability to store an infinite array of problem-solving gizmos. 
