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So I had about the most lucid dream ever which, not only was it incredibly clear with sharp, bright colors, was also more or less consciously controlled. (Since I tend to go with the flow of my dreams anyway.) Basically a continuation of the story that I'm composing, and occasionally writing. Let me start off by telling you it's Yaoi--Yeah. That kind of story. Whatever, okay? I like Yaoi. It starts off where I left off, which is with the bike crashing through the window on the 100-something story (I later wondered about this, then realized that I'd already worked it out before falling asleep. Something to do with manipulating water--eh, irrelevant.) So he finds Subaru--Leinne, that is--there, having been kinda kidnapped by some rich psychic whom I recently named Frayne, although where the hell I stole that one from I couldn't tell you. So they It gets a little confusing around there, as Frayne appears to hand Leinne off to a young boy who suddenly morphs into Nia from Gurren Lagann. Then I stop to admire the art style, which is sort of a cross between TTGL and the Tales of the Abyss anime, which surprised me considering I haven't seen very much of it.
And...That's basically it. Story resumes, Leinne rediscovers Shiori, whom he's been waiting thousand of years for, then promptly cheats on him the day after Shiori dies. Then Shiori, who wasn't quite as dead as they thought he was, goes all badass using his inverse-of-Geass (By which I mean, the opposite of Blessed with Suck. A power that seems utterly useless at first, but later turns out to be incredibly epic.) and tricks Leinne into running around on this wild goose chase that really didn't have a point in the first place, because the 'bait' wasn't even set by Shiori, but rather by Frayne himself, in the days before he was Shiori's pawn.
Basically.
 Graest · Tue Nov 11, 2008 @ 02:07am · 0 Comments |
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And so once again I return to you. |
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Why? I need someone to talk to that won't answer. And you, kind reader, don't even exist, although what that has to do with your not answering, I'm not sure. Point in case: A public journal will illicit no readers, while a private one will have people hounding you continuously to know what's inside it.
The exception is on certain sites like Aeria and even...well...Tokyopop. Blogs come up in order of most recent, and so are not missed as easily. But that's why I need you! To talk to myself. Of course, that's simplifying things, since I'm rarely talking to 'myself' when I 'talk to myself'. There are simply too many others sharing my mind for me to be really alone. Or something.
Now. G.U. I've bought the first volume of the manga and am extremely happy with it, and am hoping to soon buy the game. In fact, that's why I wanted a PS2 so badly in the first place, all those months ago. And now my dream may just come true. :0
Mm, well, the rest goes in my other journal/blog/thing. See y'all later.
Graest · Tue May 13, 2008 @ 02:15am · 0 Comments |
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Guitar Hero I and II. Chris Cornell, etc.
New to 12Sky? Join Serenity Fujin. Because we're just 1337 that way.
Graest · Fri Dec 28, 2007 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
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Okay, so it sucks art-wise, but I feel like exercising my screencap skills by showing it to you. Without further ado, I present you of my version of Ein from A Midnight Opera.
I'm thinking of attempting to fix it. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to recapture the mood. Yesterday, unexpectedly, was oh so much better than today. I don't know what to do with myself on Mondays for the next four weeks, now that my two hours of being accepted as myself are gone. Funny, isn't it, how you often see yourself in the most unexpected or unwanted places.
Graest · Wed Nov 28, 2007 @ 12:12am · 0 Comments |
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In the beginning, the game was fun. It was very realistic, and very popular, even during beta testing. I should know. I was there.
My name? That is long forgotten. People called me L. Or was it Elle? I was part of and witness to many adventures within that game, until one day I sat up (figuratively), looked around, and realized that all of my old were gone.
All of the legendary players...Some of which had been with me from the beginning...
It was while I was musing on this particular subject that I was approached by a girl. She wasn't very skilled, and I could've killed her if I'd chosen, but I didn't. My mistake.
She never said a word, this girl. Maybe I saw some of myself in her. Maybe I saw some of myself in all of them. I don't know.
At that moment, we were joined by another girl, who looked like she'd been trying to make her character look like mine. She told me she was a 'fan' of mine. Told me that she'd read my forum profile, and that we had all of the same interests. How nice. I quoted the revered Jhonen Vasquez, told her that just because we had the same interest, that didn't mean we'd necessarily like each other. Well, that didn't deter her much.
Well, I could have just climbed into my mech and sailed away, ended it right there. But what did I do? I ran. I guess I was just too tired of it all.
We ended up running into a guardian, a computer-controlled humanoid. This one wasn't controlled by any computer, though. It gave us a choice, either give us a knock on the head and send us off again, or it could tear a hole right through our hearts.
What did I choose? I was tired of the game. I thought that would put an end to it.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Time passes. I became aware of myself again for brief moments throughout that time, and occasionally caught glimpses of my once-comrades, most of them logging in one last time to officially terminate their accounts.
Then, one evening, there was a gathering. They all came, all those that remained. I think some of them saw me. It didn't matter much to me at the time.
Then I saw them. The ones who had been the core of our group. A man, a woman, and the one we called Holland.
I think I must have wanted to talk to them, because it seemed that they heard a sound.
"What was that!" the woman exclaimed.
"Maybe it was the Creatrix," said the man, naming one of their Mechs.
"No," Holland said, his eyes focused on the spot where I stood. "It sounded more like the Goldenrod." That was the name of my old mech. "Elle," he said, smiling slightly, "Is that you?"
I wanted so much to join them down there...Then I realized that one needed to be 'up' in order to come 'down.' and I realized that I really was at the controls of the Goldenrod. I opened my mouth to call out--
Then I woke up.
You need to know a bit about online games, and anime to understand this...thing. I did what I could to explain without losing the fluidity of the story...Enjoy.
Re-reading this about a year later...Can't believe it's been that long...Still a pretty awesome dream. Too much explanation perhaps, but good nonetheless.
Graest · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 03:20am · 0 Comments |
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It is a strange world in which we can't write our thoughts if we already know what they are. I feel so sad for the world I almost abandoned, but was not able to. Dying didn't change a thing, in the end. That's just the sort of thing I'd do. The people in it drew me in, the people in it drove me out, and even when I wanted to leave it I just ended up even more tied to it than I had been before.
It was so easy to write the story on paper, and now, given the option of typing it, I seem unable to do so. You probably don't understand any of this, unless you have shared this dream with me, or watched over my shoulder as I wrote it. Next time, I will be able to write it. I will. But first, I wanted to get this down. Because it needs a release, even if it doesn't look that way from the outside. And, knowing no one reads this, I'm able to say exactly what I mean. Call it emo, call it drama, it's what I want to say.
Graest · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 03:10pm · 0 Comments |
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They were after me.
Why? Upsetting their perfect world, no doubt. It hardly mattered to me what I had done, so long as there was some chance that I could survive.
"Get back in there," I told Timar, and he hurried back into the bathroom stall. (Yeah, okay, apparently near-apocalyptic worlds don't care much for gender seperation.) I did the same. Okay, so apparently they hadn't gotten in yet. That was good. I had a little time to think...
I opened the stall door, careful to keep it from creaking and crouched under the sink. A man was standing on the side facing the door. He didn't seem to notice me, so I guess his volume of Fullmetal Alchemist was pretty interesting.
As soon as I heard the door open, I shoved the man into the two coming through the door. While they were still on the ground, I ran over them and out the door.
Good, I was halfway safe.
After a few moments of searching, I found what I was looking for: a red car. I don't know how, but I just knew it belonged to the Fullmetal Alchemist guy. I ran to the door, knowing in the same way that it would be unlocked. I jumped in and--the keys were in the ignition, this guy must've been pretty stupid--started driving for all I was worth.
I had just reached the highway when I realized two things. One, they were probably following me. Two, I had left Timar behind. I replayed it in my mind over and over again, thinking, was there something I could have done? And even worse: Does he really deserve to die like that?
Graest · Fri Oct 19, 2007 @ 06:37pm · 2 Comments |
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Latest dream
I do hate to start in the middle, but the beginning's rather blurry.
Setting: Your average city outskirts streetcorner
Time: Twilight
Plot:
The creature laughed to itself as it saw three girls in red pass by below it. Foolish of Beowyn's descentdants, it thought, to be walking around so unprotected. It reached out with one of its many appendages to snare the one in the middle, but something had alerted her to its presence, and she screamed. Although it had her in its grasp, the other two were already running. It reached out once again and just managed to grab them both. Something was wrong, though. They weren't screaming, they were...laughing? Suddenly it saw what was going on. They hadn't been so stupid after all, these two. The red spider lilies that wach girl wore in their hair was turning it from an inky black to a bloodred. It released a distressed cry, then fought back. The process began to reverse itself, and now the girls were the ones screaming.
There was an aouthor's note at the end, not by me, that said: "I finally realized why this was so bad. People changing into wolves, spirit wolves, people howling..."
but the truth was, it was so well made, and the few colors there /were/ were so brilliant, that it transformed as I read from a webcomic to an anime-like movie. It was a guest strip, I think, but it picked up where the other plot left off. 'The other plot' being a poorly-scanned hand-drawn comic with a baby poening portals for demons. I started reading where the guest comic left off, and I was like, "It reads from right to left, right?" but I seriously couldn't tell, and I ended up giving up. After that beautiful guest comic, what could possibly compare?
All of this being part of the dream, of course.
Graest · Sun Sep 30, 2007 @ 01:59am · 0 Comments |
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Such a shame, to die so young. |
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I was reading Devi's character sheet thing just now. Under dislikes, it says, "People writing like Lovecraft who aren't Lovecraft." I was once told that my writing style resembled Lovecrafts'. Does this mean, then, that Devi would dislike me?
Hehe, not that it matters. I don't like her all that much either, I say as I begin my Devi-themed fanart. The whole reason I was reading the cast list sort of thing in the first place was because I needed a good reference picture. /shrug
Graest · Fri Sep 14, 2007 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments |
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