Sunday, February 28, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Road To Amatsu Purple Ludroth Key
still messing with mhp3rd hd on the emulator, it's a fun enough game, but it now feels like a poor man's 3u lol
Thursday, February 18, 2016
chapter 0000
He stood there,, one hand on his weapon, the other at rest.
"tell me, what right does the past have to dictate the future?" he asked as he leaned forward on the throne, judging his past self.
"I am your future, I own you. You are me, and I am you. so why? why resist? why rebel? accept this card you've been dealt."
"I refuse." zero said evenly. "You claim that the right of ownership goes to you, but in the end you are my future, doomed to be another possibility in an endless ocean of time!"
"yet i am the only possibility that has ever presented itself." the lord of time muttered. "You are not some noble hero, destined to save the world. you are the lord of all and aught, this world, this creation, and all the space beyond it belong to us. to fight the future is to forget your place!"
the dark lord of time rose from his throne, hands outstretched as the walls of his clockwork castle began melting away like a great dream, revealing a platform composed of gears and clock faces.
"This universe I have created-"
a gear began turning, followed by many more noisily humming in perfect coordination with one another, and the air grew noticeably brighter.
"Belongs only to me! you, the past, the future, the present, are all nothing but a dream I created!! or was the last dream you had not proof enough of this?! you are lost zero, and so lost you cannot even admit to yourself that you have already faced these trials and overcame them!"
the lord dusted off his robes and drew a mask out of his robes, one with a strange, almost insect-like appearance to it, it reminded him a bit of a grasshopper's face.
his horrific golden eyes fell behind that mask as he put it on, until only they, in their awful golden glow, like the fires of heaven and hell merged in an unnatural forced union could only bring, shone forth from behind the mask in all their awful splendor.
"tell me then." the lord of time hissed. "what good is the future when the result stands before you? what good are hopes and dreams when the true nature of your existence is now here, to stop you from having anything? your freedoms have been dead since before you were born! your life is nothing but a dream within an endless nightmare! my nightmare!"
"then tell me king of the nightmare, one who wears so many faces, since you discarded your name, what might i call you?"
a silence ensued between them as the rumbling gears continued their incessant groans, the many images composing the skies of the ocean of time showing events of death and birth from every possible angle of reality all in unison, flickering like countless television screens.
"I abandoned my title ages ago, that silly name you love so much, zero, the symbol of nothingness, ill-suited me, so I named myself something else entirely."
He summoned a spear to his hands.
"the men praise their gods of life, so I thought to myself, why not masquerade as something truly ironic? I, the symbol of time, the lord of inevitability, the king of death, one whose aspect is everything and nothing should have an ironic name. so I gave myself one."
His golden eyes flashed from behind that nightmarish mask.
"Izanagi No Okami. fitting, given how I created this universe, i always did love the asian cultures of that silly little world."
"we both know master zhen had more to do with that fascination." zero shot back slyly, but izanami, being billions of years old, his true memory of the past having been worn away by the endless passage of time, could only cock his head in curiosity at the statement.
"don't tell me you've forgotten that detail too." zero shot back.
"whatever happened to being omniscient?"
izanagi did try to recall, after all years had passed, twenty billion years is a frightfully long time, but after a time he did vaguely recall the name, if not the source.
"He must....not have been important..." izanagi mused.
"don't feed me that bullshit. you act high and mighty now because you unintentionally created this hell we call life and death, but you can't mean to tell me you've forgotten the man who taught us how to fight, how to speak, how to be human?! some god you are, can't even remember the people you used to care most about." zero spat on the ground as he advanced on the lord of time, drawing his sword.
"whatever. let's get this over with, yeah?" he pointed his sword at the half-grown god.
"I'll give you a lasting memory to carry out of your nightmare, then I'm taking my future back, all of it! the terrible things you've done? I'll unmake them. all of them! you don't get to decide the past, I'm the dark lord zero! and the future, and all in it, belong to me!"
Izanagi let out a long laugh at that, turning all around to gesture to the open area they were about to clash within.
"Have you forgotten your place? you're nothing but a memory! how can yo-"
"a memory you've forgotten."
izanagi glared hatefully at zero, the statement he made quite loaded.
"to be forgotten, it's worse than death....isn't it? go on, tell me again how I'm your memory so you can be reminded of the fact that you forgot yourself! tell me again how instrumental I am when you couldn't even remember how important I was to begin with!! face it old man, you're just another sad, lost possibility that's damned determined to be free of the hell you put yourself in. godhood? power? the hell use are those to me? I just....wanted some damned happiness to go along with trying to save people...."
zero's sword went to his side.
"save them from me."
"they were unimportant." izanagi replied flatly.
"you can't mean to tell me you really believe that bullshit." zero stated.
".......No....no i suppose I don't." izanagi admitted. "that's more izanami's thing."
"then why?" zero asked angrily.
"Because I remembered what took place, and remembered why it took place. when it comes to a time loop you must use memories to reenact events and ensure the timeloop is stabilized, if you fail, time and space collapse into a singular point and you and i would cease to be. in the face of that calamity, what are lives? indeed what is life? I made a hard choice and I stuck to it despite what it would make me do. when you are a god life and death are not so important. when you are a being who creates the rules of the universe, you are above those same rules and above the simple struggles of being alive. that is why I did what i did, and why you will eventually do so too when I send you roaring into the past, right before everything has to exist by your hand."
zero glared hatefully at his counterpart.
"I'm changing the rules then." he growled.
"You can't." izanagi sighed.
"Yes....I can." zero retorted, raising the weapon
Before turning it on himself.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
a very quick story chapter i had on my mind for a bit for some reason.
Black
Dragon
The
following is the story of a thing.
An
object.
It
does not exist as anything other than a concept, a living stone is
still a stone, a twig cannot hear, a gust of wind cannot hope.
Chapter
1
dragon.
the
rain pelted him as he lay there, unmoving, barely cognizant.
The
moment he opened his eyes, symbols flared where the pain of a dream
he was unsure he was having should be.
Cringing,
he tightened his black coat and tried to return to slumber, but to
his dismay, he found that sleep would not visit him.
Blinking,
he rose.
He
was inside of a tree from the looks of it.
A
tree.
Specifically
he was nestled in the heart of a massive tree, the bottom of which
opened into the paltry shelter he'd managed to craft for himself.
It
was cold.
So
cold.
He
rose, shaking off the exhaustion, his body denying him the privilege
of continued rest.
He
knew immediately what he was, though he didn't recall why, and after
looking at his hand, which appeared human, he knew the image to be an
illusion.
He
was no man.
Shaking
his head, the rain pouring thick down his brow, his nostrils flared
and he strode through the rain, his body hardly heeding his efforts.
Staggering
into the cold, he stubbornly moved with purpose.
But
what purpose?
He
didn't care.
He
simply moved.
It
was all that mattered.
Hours
turned to a day, and then those too became numerous, the days rolling
on as did the violent rain storms pelting his form with a sharp chill
that he calmly shrugged off.
Cold
would not bother him,
he
refused to allow it.
His
coat began changing, turning into a more proper looking type of
attire, a long black trenchcoat with the words 外人
emblazoned
on the back across the shoulders, though his hair hid it from view.
His
hair was long and black, and he had the beginnings of a beard of his
soft, rounded chin.
His
face was firm, stern, and determined.
He
hungered for something.
But
many days had passed, so he could stand to avoid eating for a while
longer.
Did
he even need to eat?
He
fell to his knees as the rain struck harder than was possible, and he
gripped his head as something began hurting.
The
pain knifed through his skull, and everything went dark.
But
the pulsing symbols clawing at the edges of his vision remained.
Were
they a hallucination?
Or….
Or….
The
skies finally cleared, and he found himself in a city of some sort.
What
city?
What
did it matter?
He
walked into the town, his armored boots striking the sidewalk as the
morning sun spilled over the many tall buildings past the railroad in
the distance.
He
blinked.
There
was a woman there.
He
moved a bit closer as she continued to struggle with something.
What
was she doing?
What
did it matter?
He
could just turn, run away, escape this potential threat, but
something held his attention.
The
train signals began lighting up and ringing.
The
gates closed.
The
woman's struggles became more frantic, and she began screaming.
His
eyes narrowed, something was approaching.
It
was….long.
A
train?
Whatever
it was, it roared with noise, the combined noise of countless wheels
scraping along iron bars fitted in a peculiar….
Enough
of that.
Hachiko
Murasaki frantically tugged at her foot, caught between the rails as
if held by some god-bound force.
The
train closed in, and she found herself screaming, completely ignoring
her groceries as she tried frantically to pull her foot free.
The
train was twenty feet away now.
Her
heart sank as she knew her doom, the cold pit in her stomach pushing
itself deeper, as if in to sink her soul into the very depths of
despair.
She
cried out as the train bore down on her, its driver blissfully
ignorant of what was in front of the tracks.
She
closed her eyes and prayed to the gods.
When
she opened them, a figure in a long black trenchcoat with the
japanese kanji 外人
emblazoned
on the back by the shoulders, though it was partially hidden by his
long black hair, was standing over her, his right arm winding up for
what appeared to be a punch.
She
felt even worse now.
A
foreigner was trying to punch a train to get it to halt? Or was this
some prank of the gods to make her feel worse in her final moments?
What
kind of fate could have befallen her, to die in such a manner? Not
only inconveniencing the poor driver who would no doubt be scarred
for life, but pulling some foolish foreigner who looked more like an
anime cosplayer who lost his way than an actua-
she
didn't get to finish that thought.
The
foreigner, for that was what “gaijin” meant, thus she had nothing
else to think of him as at that moment, struck the front of the train
as hard as he could.
As
he did so, his image wavered and flashed, replaced by what appeared
to be the upper torso of a massive serpentine dragon.
The
train came to a jarring halt, the force of the foreigner's fist
deceptively powerful.
As
his image flickered, the image of the dragon's entire body could be
seen violently wrapped around the train.
“what….on
earth?” she muttered.
Just
as quickly as the image of the great serpentine dragon with ebony
scales came into view, it faded from view and the foreigner gave a
long sigh of relief before turning to regard her.
American
from the looks of him.
Though….she
wasn't sure.
“well…..that
was….fun.” he said, panting as he slowly staggered back.
She
blinked and looked down to her foot, taking a moment to undo the
damage to it.
The
train was crushed and smashed up in many areas, and the conductor had
the presence of thought to stop the train's engines the moment it had
“crashed” and he'd taken a second to look outside.
But
by the time he'd done so, hachiko was free of the rails.
She
took a step back, measuring her savior, her eyes looking him over as
she considered him.
He
was tall, young, fairly handsome, and with fierce icy blue eyes one
would expect to see from a viking.
Like
most americans she'd known of, his nose was broad, lips were fairly
broad as well, but the bridge was narrow.
The
classic babyface santa nose combination really, but his features were
also quite thin.
In
truth, he appeared quite distinguished, like a noble or businessman,
but his attire upon closer inspection seemed to belong to a goth, but
was styled to almost come off as business attire.
In
a way, it was a magnificent disguise, the appearance from a distance
would lead people to assume he was in fact just a foreign worker or
perhaps head of his own company.
But
the most peculiar feature about this fellow was his boots.
Black
metal greaves that could have easily come from the medieval period,
something you'd imagine black knights would wear.
The
toes of the boots were pointed, and the greaves were complimented by
a shirt that was much too long for the young man's body.
In
fact, his clothing appeared to have been created from the
imagination, for she could think of no other process that would craft
such strange shapes into clothing without leaving some sign of the
alterations, folds or obvious stitches.
“T-thank
you.” she said with a bow and turned to leave.
The
fellow shrugged.
She
stopped then, feeling guiltier than she should, and wondered what to
do.
This
stranger had just saved her life after all.
Part
of her wanted to have nothing to do with the bizarre character who'd
just punched a train to a grinding halt on her behalf, he clearly
wasn't human, but at the same time, a debt was owed to this fellow
who'd saved her life.
“Umm….”
she began.
“what?” he asked.
“w-would
you...like something to eat perhaps?” she asked, and the stranger
shrugged.
“sure,
why not?”
as
they made their way to her apartment through the city, the fellow got
his fair share of strange looks, and she could tell the others were
beginning to gossip, or soon would be.
As
she came to the front door, she turned to face her savior.
“I
am hachiko murasaki.” she said, introducing herself in english,
which she preferred to speak, despite being japanese.
“Name's...uh…..kuro.
Kuro ryu.”
“Black dragon?”
“it's what I am.” he said, shrugging.
“Black dragon?”
“it's what I am.” he said, shrugging.
She
recalled the way his image had flashed earlier and blinked a few
times.
“本当に?!”She
said in japanese, clearly too surprised to maintain her use of
english.
”本当だぞ。”he
replied, biting her use of casual to a complete stranger, and she
wisely checked herself.
A
savior should be treated with more care, she reasoned and she gave a
sigh, inviting him into her house.
As
she entered, her shoes came off.
Seeing
that, kuro stopped for a moment frowning as he considered the boots.
“cursed
humans can't even give me something proper to work with,
ちょっと待ってください。”
focusing
on the legs, he changed the bizarre greaves, their form melting into
shadows around his legs and transforming into a set of leather boots
with black steel plates on the front but a zipper down the inner
sides.
Unzipping
them, he stepped into her household in a set of black socks with
almost comical white dragon symbols on them.
Seeing
the casual use of what appeared to be magic for something such as
transforming his attire, the strange shape of his shirt and coat made
a bit more sense.
“what...are
you?”
“a dragon, I thought we'd cleared that up.” he said, frowning.
“a dragon, I thought we'd cleared that up.” he said, frowning.
“I
told you my name, wasn't your name kuro ryu?”
“it was.” he replied flatly.
“it was.” he replied flatly.
She
waited for him to elaborate, and he blinked a few times, suddenly
understanding.
“name
is the same as identity, which is the same as what I am. I am a black
dragon, a kuro ryu, it is what I am.”
“where...did you come from?” she asked, breathless at the mere idea that someone so bizarre could be something so mighty.
“where...did you come from?” she asked, breathless at the mere idea that someone so bizarre could be something so mighty.
“Humans.”
he said with a shrug.
“P-perhaps
you can elaborate over dinner?” she asked and he shrugged again.
“sure.”
she
prepared ramen, having a lousy budget for anything more, kuro sniffed
it gingerly when it was served, but ate it readily, finding it much
to his liking.
“i
have never heard of dragons that could create illusions.” she
explained.
“neither
have I. My magic is probably different.” he said.
“how?”
“I don't create illusions, I create things for my appearance.” he explained.
“I don't create illusions, I create things for my appearance.” he explained.
“why?”
“Because
being me might be…..inconvenient I suppose.”
she cocked her head at the insufficient response.
she cocked her head at the insufficient response.
“I
am a dragon. I am extremely large. Being human makes it easier to
travel in a world designed for them.” he said.
“oh...i
see...then...why did you save me?”
he shrugged. “I just did. Something about seeing you like that upset me, so I felt compelled to help.”
“thank you.”
“you said that, but you're welcome I guess.” he replied, preferring to eat another bite of ramen.
he shrugged. “I just did. Something about seeing you like that upset me, so I felt compelled to help.”
“thank you.”
“you said that, but you're welcome I guess.” he replied, preferring to eat another bite of ramen.
“where...did
you come from? I've never heard of dragons in this world.” she
said, pressing him for information.
“I'm
from humans.”
“I don't understand.”
“tell me, when you think of dragons, what do you imagine?”
she paused to consider that.
“I don't understand.”
“tell me, when you think of dragons, what do you imagine?”
she paused to consider that.
“I
think of majestic, powerful forces of nature.” she said,
contemplating the image in her mind.
“that's
where i'm from.” he said, and she blinked.
“what
you did there, where you made up something in your mind. That's where
i'm from.”
“my imagination?” she asked, alarmed.
“my imagination?” she asked, alarmed.
“No,
everyone's.” he explained, gesturing out the window.
“I
am a black dragon, I am formed from every human's impression of what
a black dragon must be. I am, for all intents and purposes, a
collective figment of human thought given form.”
“so...why did you come to japan?” she asked.
“so...why did you come to japan?” she asked.
“I was born here five days ago I think.”
“five days? But you know english and japanese!!” she cried.
“I
also know what I am. Isn't everyone born with such knowledge?” he
asked.
She
shook her head.
“Humans
are born ignorant.”
he frowned.
he frowned.
“well
that's just silly. How inconvenient that is! To be born without
knowing anything!”
she
burst out laughing, and kuro blinked in confusion.
“that's
right!” she cried, laughing.
Kuro
shrugged.
“seems
I too don't know everything then, just all I needed to know. So I
ask, what happens now?”
she yawned, thinking.
she yawned, thinking.
“I'm
going to bed, since you saved me, you're welcome to stay in my home,
just don't cause trouble. I will let you stay here as long as you
wish.”
“alright
then.” he said with a yawn.
Hachiko
washed the dishes and prepared a bed for kuro, but when she went into
the living room to fetch him and show him to the room, she found him
curled up on the floor like a dog, sleeping contentedly.
And
not human.
His
dragon form wasn't particularly large, but his current state had
clearly been given a lot of thought, for it was certainly the size of
a common canine.
His
scales practically gleamed in the light of the television she'd had
silently playing in the background, he appeared to be just like the
ancient serpentine dragons of legend, the sort that became great
rivers.
Of
course in kuro's case there were a few differences, he lacked
whiskers, and his mane was thick to the point of resembling rooster's
feathers, but jet black like the rest of his body.
He
snored peacefully, and she reached down tentatively to stroke his
mane, so caught up in the beauty of him that she felt compelled to
pet him like any sleeping dog or pet.
Kuro's
eyes snapped open immediately, their placid blue now a fiery orange.
“what
is it?” he asked.
“I...um,
sorry, I just wanted to pet your mane.” she said, hardly believing
the words herself.
It
seemed quite disrespectful to something that should be a proud and
dangerous creature of myth, and after considering the request for a
second, kuro's coiled body gave a shrugging motion.
“sure,
go ahead.” he grumbled, giving a yawn that showed rows of razor
sharp needle-like fangs, like a hybrid between a snake's and a dog's.
Stroking
the man revealed that it was quite soft to the touch, very fluffy,
and kuro didn't seem to mind.
By
the time she'd finished, he was already sleeping contentedly, as
though the mere act of being given such attentions had only served to
push him into slumber all the more quickly.
[note]
i've been fascinated with modern japanese culture for a while, so for me the story that i was making was sort of a slice of life type setting, but with a twist.
kuro is a black dragon, a creature formed from human imagination, his first interaction with his creators is with the woman hachiko, whom he saves from certain misfortune.
the point of the story was to show how raw power acted to counter the very idea of society, but i dropped the very notion of creating such a story because it kept giving me a headache to think about.
this is the prototype that i decided never to pick up.
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