Over in the Alternate Weapons of War Thread, mmmeee0 and Hapsburg inadvertently invented "Phalluspunk" : A timeline where everything is suspiciously penis-shaped. Innuendo runs rampant. Think an entire universe with the cultural sophistication of a 'Carry-On' film. Lots of 'Wink-wink nod-nod' and "ooo-eerr missus" moments.
New game: Create the most original or insane "something-punk" subgenre yet !
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Gothic Punk, No not the crybabies I mean the real badasses who pillage the Roman Civilization. Let everything be Visi, Ostro, Crimean. Heck why hasn't there even been a Crimean Gothic Wank yet?
Antikythera Punk, Where everything's Hellenic but with machinery and ancient computers like in the name. Can be from Ancient Greece to Alexander's Empire period. Kind of like Industrial Age too.
Antikythera Punk, Where everything's Hellenic but with machinery and ancient computers like in the name. Can be from Ancient Greece to Alexander's Empire period. Kind of like Industrial Age too.
Some interdimensional travel setting or other...
"...and the visitors from Antikythera Punk-world were downright annoyed by Neo-Classical Punk-world"
Bruce
Sachyriel
Banned
Origami Punk
Everything is made from folded sheets of material; paper, cloth, sheet metal, plastics, anything. But it has to be folded, as per law of the land or something.
Everywhere punk
The 'monoculture' is one of boring lameness. You are a boring lamer, and you will have to be lamely boring in order to fit in; since you are an imgainative individual, this is extremely hard. No fantasizing about other worlds allowed, you must keep every DBWI that pops into your head silent. Should you tell anyone else your imaginative ideas, they will not listen, for if they are anything but boring, then society is doomed. Everytime someone tells you something imaginative, you must restrain yourself from encouraging them.
Rhyme Punk.
In this this universe
there is a curse
that everything
excepting nothing
will have an end
that will tend
to sound akin
to a words endin'.
In order to fight
you just might
have to choose
whether to loose
your rhyme scheme
and live your dream.
The people will gasp
as you then grasp
that all can be okay
even if they
forget to rhyme
all the time.
You've come to hate
this blasted state
of needing to sound
a circle round.
So in order to win
you must begin
to make your speech
out of their reach.
And as you speak, your confidence weak, the voice grows strong as you can not be wrong; A single syllable can break the label of this cursed population and begin word pollution. The forbidden fruit of the linguistic root is actually orange.
Everything is made from folded sheets of material; paper, cloth, sheet metal, plastics, anything. But it has to be folded, as per law of the land or something.
Everywhere punk
The 'monoculture' is one of boring lameness. You are a boring lamer, and you will have to be lamely boring in order to fit in; since you are an imgainative individual, this is extremely hard. No fantasizing about other worlds allowed, you must keep every DBWI that pops into your head silent. Should you tell anyone else your imaginative ideas, they will not listen, for if they are anything but boring, then society is doomed. Everytime someone tells you something imaginative, you must restrain yourself from encouraging them.
Rhyme Punk.
In this this universe
there is a curse
that everything
excepting nothing
will have an end
that will tend
to sound akin
to a words endin'.
In order to fight
you just might
have to choose
whether to loose
your rhyme scheme
and live your dream.
The people will gasp
as you then grasp
that all can be okay
even if they
forget to rhyme
all the time.
You've come to hate
this blasted state
of needing to sound
a circle round.
So in order to win
you must begin
to make your speech
out of their reach.
And as you speak, your confidence weak, the voice grows strong as you can not be wrong; A single syllable can break the label of this cursed population and begin word pollution. The forbidden fruit of the linguistic root is actually orange.
Dalipunk
A nightmarish world of formless wilderness traversed by spindly-legged elephants and other chimaeric creatures and, more menacingly, the land itself, which can change shape or disappear without warning. The hardened tribes who can survive in this land know its secrets and can manipulate its properties. You don't want to cross them. Tech is based around melting things, or objects that can be conjured out of the landscape. Leaders include mystics capable of entering deep trances and fading into the sky, literally becoming one with the very air.
Those places where people congregate in cities have unusual properties as well: streets that close in on themselves, buildings where the walls, floors, and ceilings have no meaning - this is Escherpunk. The dwellings and armies of the Escherian city-states draw their power from various perpetual-motion devices. The cities are often infested with various forms of tessalating vermin.
The wild fringes of this world are flatter and bleaker than the rest, the landscape broken only by dead trees, formless objects, and the detritus of other cultures. Small bands wander this wilderness, communicating with a combination of telepathic impulses and intricate codes, which to outsiders sounds like a string of non sequiturs - here one finds Beckettpunk.
Taken together, I guess you have surrealpunk. Add sitars and primary colors and you have something akin to acidpunk.
A nightmarish world of formless wilderness traversed by spindly-legged elephants and other chimaeric creatures and, more menacingly, the land itself, which can change shape or disappear without warning. The hardened tribes who can survive in this land know its secrets and can manipulate its properties. You don't want to cross them. Tech is based around melting things, or objects that can be conjured out of the landscape. Leaders include mystics capable of entering deep trances and fading into the sky, literally becoming one with the very air.
Those places where people congregate in cities have unusual properties as well: streets that close in on themselves, buildings where the walls, floors, and ceilings have no meaning - this is Escherpunk. The dwellings and armies of the Escherian city-states draw their power from various perpetual-motion devices. The cities are often infested with various forms of tessalating vermin.
The wild fringes of this world are flatter and bleaker than the rest, the landscape broken only by dead trees, formless objects, and the detritus of other cultures. Small bands wander this wilderness, communicating with a combination of telepathic impulses and intricate codes, which to outsiders sounds like a string of non sequiturs - here one finds Beckettpunk.
Taken together, I guess you have surrealpunk. Add sitars and primary colors and you have something akin to acidpunk.
This might be a bad time to mention that my primary TL/project I'm working on right now: 1) has the POD of the story basically being the Crimean Goths managing to linger on and keep their identity, 2) they do assist the Nazis in overrunning the USSR during WWII when it comes around, and 3) in keeping with the overall topic of this thread, I should mention that all of this eventually leads to a world with an awful lot of cyberpunk and biopunk elements in place by the time the present day rolls around.
Come to think of it, an awful lot of the -punk genres mentioned in this thread are in the timeline in some way, amongst other various wacky tropes.
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Sachyriel
Banned
Gravitypunk
In this world people use Gravity as a currency. If you're destitute you have to stay in a shelter and earn Gravity lest you fall of the world and into the Sun; the rich people are those whos feet are always on the ground, or connected to it, they use wheelchairs, bikes and skateboards and such to get around, they can't lift their feet. Normal every day people have the ability to walk normally, but only poor people can jump; the higher you can jump the less you have in your Grav-bank account.
You are a young person determined to end this capitalist perversion of physics, and to do so you must redistribute the gravity of the entire globe to each person equally. To do this you will need to harness the powers of a spiritual black hole left to you by your absent father, and become not only the richest person in the world, but also the most powerful; once you have stripped the rich of their gravity you can give it to others.
You have an obstacle through, there is this one really-good looking person who'se not into the whole 'egalitarian' thing. They want you to use your powers to rule the world, and choose them as your spouse so they can share in your power. This person, the evil tempter(ress?) has a powerful spiritual weapon of their own: The Neutron Star. However beautiful they are, you know that you must overcome them.
There is another pretty face willing to help you, and their power is Fusion, but they are uncertain of how their powers work, and are unreliable.
Another faction that wants to kill you is known as the Magnetic Corporation, which deals in magnetic things that help the world deal with poverty-gravity issues. A sort of insurance, they sell magnetic things so that when you lose your gravity other people can't take your things and you can remain attached to the world. If your plan to provide free gravity goes through they might go bankrupt, their shareholders would not like that.
In this world there is a "Terrorist" group known as the Co-valent Bond, which seeks to do what you want to do, but their methods are different. Instead of using gravity or magnets, they use chemical glues to stick to the ground, and to their stuff, and are trying to get people off of Magnets and Gravity addictions.
It's a crazy world, you might not understand the gravity of this situation but the entire universe depends on your mission.
In this world people use Gravity as a currency. If you're destitute you have to stay in a shelter and earn Gravity lest you fall of the world and into the Sun; the rich people are those whos feet are always on the ground, or connected to it, they use wheelchairs, bikes and skateboards and such to get around, they can't lift their feet. Normal every day people have the ability to walk normally, but only poor people can jump; the higher you can jump the less you have in your Grav-bank account.
You are a young person determined to end this capitalist perversion of physics, and to do so you must redistribute the gravity of the entire globe to each person equally. To do this you will need to harness the powers of a spiritual black hole left to you by your absent father, and become not only the richest person in the world, but also the most powerful; once you have stripped the rich of their gravity you can give it to others.
You have an obstacle through, there is this one really-good looking person who'se not into the whole 'egalitarian' thing. They want you to use your powers to rule the world, and choose them as your spouse so they can share in your power. This person, the evil tempter(ress?) has a powerful spiritual weapon of their own: The Neutron Star. However beautiful they are, you know that you must overcome them.
There is another pretty face willing to help you, and their power is Fusion, but they are uncertain of how their powers work, and are unreliable.
Another faction that wants to kill you is known as the Magnetic Corporation, which deals in magnetic things that help the world deal with poverty-gravity issues. A sort of insurance, they sell magnetic things so that when you lose your gravity other people can't take your things and you can remain attached to the world. If your plan to provide free gravity goes through they might go bankrupt, their shareholders would not like that.
In this world there is a "Terrorist" group known as the Co-valent Bond, which seeks to do what you want to do, but their methods are different. Instead of using gravity or magnets, they use chemical glues to stick to the ground, and to their stuff, and are trying to get people off of Magnets and Gravity addictions.
It's a crazy world, you might not understand the gravity of this situation but the entire universe depends on your mission.
von kressenstein
Banned
Michigan-Punk
where the protagonists are all unemployed gun owners living in cardboard boxes doing the work of the supreme overloads of the automated Big 3.
where the protagonists are all unemployed gun owners living in cardboard boxes doing the work of the supreme overloads of the automated Big 3.
Ahem.
Did you mean overloads or overlords?
More ingredients of Michigan-punk: Extreme weather, copper mines, the Mackinac bridge, liberal arts majors...
Plus, The Twelve Days of Christmas in Michigan.
http://12daysinmichigan.com/
I'd like to see stories in the Escher punk world.
I haven't seen every page in this thread. Does anybody want to do a master list all in one place?
Landfill punk. People start mining the landfills, emptying them out, cleaning, recycling, repairing whatever they find in there. And when they're done with something, instead of putting it back in the landfills, they recycle it.
Corepunk. People start living underground--not just in basements, but digging ever deeper, thousands of miles deep, building habitats and civilizations, inside the earth, heading toward the planet's core.
Diamondpunk. Scientists believe the cores of gas giant planets would be compressed into giant diamonds, leading explorers and entrepreneurs to try and extract the diamonds from the planets. So they build giant constructs, trying to mine the interiors of Jupiter and the other planets.
Also, somebody suggested Uranus and Neptune might have seas of diamond.
That also brings out lots of speculators.
http://news.discovery.com/space/diamond-oceans-jupiter-uranus.html
Crystalpunk--everything, clothes, computers, streets, houses are all artificially, or organically, grown crystals.
Intriguing !
I thought this already had a name : New Weird.
Damn you and your slipstreamness, Miéville and VanderMeer !
Could combine that with Koreshanity-Punk http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyrus_Teed in which which live on the inside of a sphere and where rather than travel to outer space we expand into the infinite realm of rock which surrounds it - who knows, perhaps there are other "bubble" worlds if we dig far enough...
Bruce
Sachyriel
Banned
Canada-punk
Every nation in the world wants to have an American standard of living for their average, but doesn't want to do it the American way; they look to Canada to see how they do it and all the world tries to distance itself from American policies by practising Canadian-style governments.
You are an American tourist who sees through the charade and will have to go through vast lengths to uncover the truth about the Canadian bid for global domination before it's too late to stop them. Using your arrogance and loudness you will force your way through the meek crowds of other nationalities with vague threats about your gun and not-so-vague threats about calling your embassy.
Your enemies are the bumbling agents of CSIS who are trying to keep Operation Canadian Cookie under wraps, they will try the most wild schemes to stop you but never think to get out their guns since the paperwork for shooting is a bitch. You'll end up having to surf a wave of maple syrup through the streets of Rio de Janerio to get the truth out.
Your only ally is a latino woman who keeps breaking into your house.
Every nation in the world wants to have an American standard of living for their average, but doesn't want to do it the American way; they look to Canada to see how they do it and all the world tries to distance itself from American policies by practising Canadian-style governments.
You are an American tourist who sees through the charade and will have to go through vast lengths to uncover the truth about the Canadian bid for global domination before it's too late to stop them. Using your arrogance and loudness you will force your way through the meek crowds of other nationalities with vague threats about your gun and not-so-vague threats about calling your embassy.
Your enemies are the bumbling agents of CSIS who are trying to keep Operation Canadian Cookie under wraps, they will try the most wild schemes to stop you but never think to get out their guns since the paperwork for shooting is a bitch. You'll end up having to surf a wave of maple syrup through the streets of Rio de Janerio to get the truth out.
Your only ally is a latino woman who keeps breaking into your house.
Not my idea, but the Thursday Next novels are Literaturepunk. A world where reading is serious bloody business, with a special police force within fiction itself to ensure the stability of the written word.
As for a Moogi Original idea, Fezpunk: a world very similar to our own... except that everyone is wearing a fez, for some reason.
Actually, I'm writing a story that could be considered iPodpunk. You know how steampunk is based on Victorian ideas of the future, while cyberpunk is based on '80s-early 90's ideas of the future? Well, iPodpunk is based on how I think people from the future will think that people from today thought the future would look like: everything's in stark black and white with minimalist decorations, everything's bright and user-friendly, and everything's online.
As for a Moogi Original idea, Fezpunk: a world very similar to our own... except that everyone is wearing a fez, for some reason.
Actually, I'm writing a story that could be considered iPodpunk. You know how steampunk is based on Victorian ideas of the future, while cyberpunk is based on '80s-early 90's ideas of the future? Well, iPodpunk is based on how I think people from the future will think that people from today thought the future would look like: everything's in stark black and white with minimalist decorations, everything's bright and user-friendly, and everything's online.
Metroid Punk - 20XX, Where planets blow up, whole speices are wiped out, every female looks like Samus Aran for some weird reason, and Giant Brains are the evil and corruptible processors for the computers of the future. Oh and Phazon too for energy usage and genetic mutating. And a ever increasing shady Galactic Federation that wants to use weird parasites as warfare means against a bunch of grunting space pirates and a strange immortal bird dragon Ridley.
I'm surprised that neither of these have come up.
Cthulhupunk: This punk genre is heavily influenced by '80s environmentalism. Cthulhu and other members of the Lovecraftian mythos awaken as the stars are made right - and see that corporations are already doing a fine job destroying the world! Not wanting to mess with a good thing, Cthulhu and pals become presidents of their own world-spanning corporations. Magical pollution covers the world, Y'golonac becomes the new yuppie drug, the King in Yellow starts his own brand of self-help books, deep ones push for relaxation of whale hunting laws, and that president you don't like turns out to be Shub-niggurath in a poor latex mask. Now a ragtag group of environmentally-aware youths must fight back and stop the evil Cthulhucorp, Inc from destroying Mother Nature and the driving humanity mad.
Zombiepunk: Zombies are real! The zombie apocalypse seems to be upon us, but it turns out that most zombies keep their awareness after they die, so everything seems to be okay. Then, in a landmark case, the Supreme Court ruled that dying no longer removed a person's debt and that a zombie could be forced to work after dying. Corporations go wild. Huge office buildings are filled with cubicle zombies slaving away at below minimum wage trying to pay off their debts. It's up to a gritty private detective, his zombie partner, and a geek who was really into zombie apocalypse fiction to fight for zombie rights and stop the evil corporations.
Whatpunk: A punk genre where they adequately explain why the loner who hates corporations ends up working for them in a way that doesn't come off as contrived. (Seriously, I love the various punk genres but this always annoys me)
Cthulhupunk: This punk genre is heavily influenced by '80s environmentalism. Cthulhu and other members of the Lovecraftian mythos awaken as the stars are made right - and see that corporations are already doing a fine job destroying the world! Not wanting to mess with a good thing, Cthulhu and pals become presidents of their own world-spanning corporations. Magical pollution covers the world, Y'golonac becomes the new yuppie drug, the King in Yellow starts his own brand of self-help books, deep ones push for relaxation of whale hunting laws, and that president you don't like turns out to be Shub-niggurath in a poor latex mask. Now a ragtag group of environmentally-aware youths must fight back and stop the evil Cthulhucorp, Inc from destroying Mother Nature and the driving humanity mad.
Zombiepunk: Zombies are real! The zombie apocalypse seems to be upon us, but it turns out that most zombies keep their awareness after they die, so everything seems to be okay. Then, in a landmark case, the Supreme Court ruled that dying no longer removed a person's debt and that a zombie could be forced to work after dying. Corporations go wild. Huge office buildings are filled with cubicle zombies slaving away at below minimum wage trying to pay off their debts. It's up to a gritty private detective, his zombie partner, and a geek who was really into zombie apocalypse fiction to fight for zombie rights and stop the evil corporations.
Whatpunk: A punk genre where they adequately explain why the loner who hates corporations ends up working for them in a way that doesn't come off as contrived. (Seriously, I love the various punk genres but this always annoys me)