Knute Olson

Creative Writer

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Classics taught me how to write and cartoons showed me how one feels. I'm inspired by writers and creators such as J.R.R. Tolkein, H.P. Lovecraft, Ernest Hemmingway, Bryan Konietzko, and Shinichirō Watanabe, Pendleton Ward, and Jordan Peele.

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Inugami Academy

Large-scale writing community for roleplaying original and fandom characters. Worldbuilding, major write-ups, and story concept developed by me. Operated as both lead writer and head moderator of community. Themed around Japanese Mythos and the writing of H.P. Lovecraft.

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Jin - NPC sample

Sample of NPC writing in the collaborative writing community, Inugami Academy. Played under the username "thugdare." Her personality brief: a prankster with a dark secret. She dislikes most people and aims to get on nobody's good side.

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Takeshi - NPC sample

Sample of NPC writing in the collaborative writing community, Inugami Academy. Played under the username "akume." His personality brief: a tired and sad young man who hasn't moved on yet. He believes himself to be extremely unfortunate and kind of is.

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Growing Up

For one, it was the weirdest fucking feeling, and for another thing, it was Ai. Ai, that dork he shared a room with; who annoyed him more times than he could count; that had always looked like some sort of sixth grader with his stature. Add a few inches? Rin wasn’t sure what he was feeling.

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Siren's Call

A siren his whole life, Makoto dreams of living on the land and meeting the young Haruka, prince of the kingdom along the bay. While he doesn't quite know why it is he wishes to meet the prince so much, with help from his friend Nagisa, the air spirit Rei, and servant Nitori, Makoto begins to learn the meaning of love, and just how difficult it is to leave the blissful life of the bay.

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Too Drunk to Think

"Must have been a hell of a face," Jean chuckled when Marco reached the end of his story. He took another heavy drag on his smoke and offered it to his friend. They often shared cigarettes on the nights that they would go to the pub to drink. It had become ritual for them, for every Friday they would gather here to talk and laugh, tasting the bitter of the beer and relishing in the sweet lull that company offered. Bittersweet; that was their Friday evenings.

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