This is the rough draft to my submission for my English Composition class. It's by no means perfect, being only a rough draft, but I think it does a good enough job in illustrating my vision of the final draft. 
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INTRO

Hello one and all! So today do we have a tale for you. It’s a tale that touches home on a personal note, but it’ll explain why one boy wanted to become a game designer. That’s right, this is a story from my childhood, and it’s very well the reason I wanted to become a game designer. So do your best to get nice and comfortable, because here we go!

BODY

I was sitting in the middle of our family living room, playing with my toys. My childhood festivities coming to a pause as I heard the click of a door unlocking, it was my dad returning from a day worth of work. Climbing to my feet, a large smile forms on my face as my dad enters the house garbed in his camouflage as a member of the U.S. Army. “Hey buddy, how was your day?” he asks me, to which I respond with a giddy “Good!” My dad smiles in response, and sets down a bunch of stuff he had been carrying on our table. Becoming curious, as any child would, I made my way towards the table.

Amongst the various objects my dad takes with him to and from work, two things in particular caught my eye. One being a huge book, a book larger than any other book I had ever seen. While the other object was a small, square case capable of being held in both of my hands. It was the case for a PlayStation 1 title by the name of Metal Gear Solid. My dad returned from talking to my mom only to find me staring at the case, to which he asked if I wanted to watch him play later. With an unquenched curiosity, I nodded my head and eagerly waited for us to eat dinner, since it was after dinner when my dad would play games.

Excitement running through me, I watched as my dad set up the PlayStation 1. I didn’t know what kind of game this was going to be; sure I had looked at the case earlier, but a lot of it I had been unable to read. As my dad returns to the couch with controller in hand, I know that it’s time to begin the game. For the rest of the night, I spend it watching my dad get as far as past the game’s first boss; at the same time, never really understanding the story being so young. Yet, even though I don’t fully understand, I find myself captivated. The game had such an interesting concept; it was basically a one-man against many others, kind of game which was a rare concept at the time. Accompanying it was (well, for at the time at least) amazing visuals and a great musical score. I still remember sitting by my dad, my mouth agape, and thinking to myself “I want to make games when I grow up!” and so here I am today.

OUTRO

Although I could never appreciate it fully in my youth, now that I’m as old as I am I understand what makes a good game. Games have many common elements with each other, but differ in the sense that they’re the result of different dreams and ideas. As a future game designer, I wish to bring to life my own ideas, and it is my hope that I may inspire others—just as one game did to me. Thanks for listening to my story boys and girls, Ian out.
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ALL MATERIAL USED FOR THIS PODCAST BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Creative Composition Podcast (ROUGH DRAFT)

Well, this is it! The final result of my work as part of this course. This is the final draft for my submission to my English Composition class.
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INTRO

Hello one and all! So today do we have a tale for you. It’s a tale that touches home on a personal note, but it’ll explain why one boy wanted to become a game designer. That’s right, this is a story from my childhood, and it’s very well the reason I wanted to become a game designer. So do your best to get nice and comfortable, because here we go!

BODY

I was sitting in the middle of our family living room, playing with my toys. My childhood festivities coming to a pause as I heard the click of a door unlocking, it was my dad returning from a day worth of work. Climbing to my feet, a large smile forms on my face as my dad enters the house garbed in his camouflage as a member of the U.S. Army. “Hey buddy, how was your day?” he asks me, to which I respond with a giddy “Good!” My dad smiles in response, and sets down a bunch of stuff he had been carrying on our table. Becoming curious, as any child would, I made my way towards the table.

Amongst the various objects my dad takes with him to and from work, two things in particular caught my eye. One being a huge book, a book larger than any other book I had ever seen. While the other object was a small, square case capable of being held in both of my hands. It was the case for a PlayStation 1 title by the name of Metal Gear Solid. My dad returned from talking to my mom only to find me staring at the case, to which he asked if I wanted to watch him play later. With an unquenched curiosity, I nodded my head and eagerly waited for us to eat dinner, since it was after dinner when my dad would play games.

Excitement running through me, I watched as my dad set up the PlayStation 1. I didn’t know what kind of game this was going to be; sure I had looked at the case earlier, but a lot of it I had been unable to read. As my dad returns to the couch with controller in hand, I know that it’s time to begin the game. For the rest of the night, I spend it watching my dad get as far as past the game’s first boss; at the same time, never really understanding the story being so young. Yet, even though I don’t fully understand, I find myself captivated. The game had such an interesting concept; it was basically a one-man against many others, kind of game which was a rare concept at the time. Accompanying it was (well, for at the time at least) amazing visuals and a great musical score. I still remember sitting by my dad, my mouth agape, and thinking to myself “I want to make games when I grow up!” and so here I am today.

OUTRO

Although I could never appreciate it fully in my youth, now that I’m as old as I am I understand what makes a good game. Games have many common elements with each other, but differ in the sense that they’re the result of different dreams and ideas. As a future game designer, I wish to bring to life my own ideas, and it is my hope that I may inspire others—just as one game did to me. Thanks for listening to my story boys and girls, Ian out.
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ALL MATERIAL USED FOR THIS PODCAST BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Creative Composition Podcast (FINAL DRAFT)

Well this is it, the final draft of my Creative Composition piece. It was a pleasure working on this assignment, and I hope that it turned out well enough despite combating sickness at the peak of completion.
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INTRO

Hello one and all! So today do we have a tale for you. It’s a tale that touches home on a personal note, but it’ll explain why one boy wanted to become a game designer. That’s right, this is a story from my childhood, and it’s very well the reason I wanted to become a game designer. So do your best to get nice and comfortable, because here we go!

BODY

I was sitting in the middle of our family living room, playing with my toys. My childhood festivities coming to a pause as I heard the click of a door unlocking, it was my dad returning from a day worth of work. Climbing to my feet, a large smile forms on my face as my dad enters the house garbed in his camouflage as a member of the U.S. Army. “Hey buddy, how was your day?” he asks me, to which I respond with a giddy “Good!” My dad smiles in response, and sets down a bunch of stuff he had been carrying on our table. Becoming curious, as any child would, I made my way towards the table.

Amongst the various objects my dad takes with him to and from work, two things in particular caught my eye. One being a huge book, a book larger than any other book I had ever seen. While the other object was a small, square case capable of being held in both of my hands. It was the case for a PlayStation 1 title by the name of Metal Gear Solid. My dad returned from talking to my mom only to find me staring at the case, to which he asked if I wanted to watch him play later. With an unquenched curiosity, I nodded my head and eagerly waited for us to eat dinner, since it was after dinner when my dad would play games.

Excitement running through me, I watched as my dad set up the PlayStation 1. I didn’t know what kind of game this was going to be; sure I had looked at the case earlier, but a lot of it I had been unable to read. As my dad returns to the couch with controller in hand, I know that it’s time to begin the game. For the rest of the night, I spend it watching my dad get as far as past the game’s first boss; at the same time, never really understanding the story being so young. Yet, even though I don’t fully understand, I find myself captivated. The game had such an interesting concept; it was basically a one-man against many others, kind of game which was a rare concept at the time. Accompanying it was (well, for at the time at least) amazing visuals and a great musical score. I still remember sitting by my dad, my mouth agape, and thinking to myself “I want to make games when I grow up!” and so here I am today.

OUTRO

Although I could never appreciate it fully in my youth, now that I’m as old as I am I understand what makes a good game. Games have many common elements with each other, but differ in the sense that they’re the result of different dreams and ideas. As a future game designer, I wish to bring to life my own ideas, and it is my hope that I may inspire others—just as one game did to me. Thanks for listening to my story boys and girls, Ian out.
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ALL MATERIAL USED FOR THIS PODCAST BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Ian S. Henderson