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Cruor
May 27th, 2016, 05:34 PM
its three in the updated version!

Strife ❤️
May 27th, 2016, 05:35 PM
don't forget mirai fukuin and garden of oblivion

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6f-dUjWTF74/UlxmQYZDPbI/AAAAAAAABk8/EdIH26A4zic/s1600/IMG_6583.jpg

2Bad
May 27th, 2016, 05:43 PM
Ryougi is boring

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 05:44 PM
but pretty

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 05:48 PM
but pretty
Eh, 6/10.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 05:48 PM
Rude.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 05:48 PM
Rudeyle HA HA

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 05:49 PM
Eh, 6/10.
you sassy bitch

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 05:50 PM
you sassy bitch
Aye, somebody got it. <3

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 05:50 PM
I mean originally it was a 5 part blog novel thing right then he added the last two as "extra" or something.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 05:51 PM
Something something I would defend what I find interesting about a character, subject, story, or object I like, but no one cares about that, something something.

2Bad
May 27th, 2016, 05:52 PM
I certainly don't care about the opinions of others save in how they are inferior to my own.

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 05:53 PM
Eh, 6/10.
oh god pls no numerical ratings

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We could do some titration to work out the exact concentration of shiki love in, mol/dm^3 even had we a suitable acid and some indicator. Burette would be good too so we can add the exact amount of internet acid required- no point doing it otherwise. Also why the fuck am I having to add all these chemistry words to windows dictionary- it's a shambles I say, a shambles!
Stahp

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 05:54 PM
oh god pls no numerical ratings

Even worse, referential humour...

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 05:55 PM
good referential humor because I find it fun

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 05:55 PM
something something I actually like ranting when the statements and arguments are properly supported and the person in question saying said rant is reasonable something something muffin something

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 05:55 PM
I mean it makes sense if oblivion recorder was an optional addition but it makes no sense that murder speculation part 2 wasn't part of the original presentation.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 05:56 PM
b1b, don't use your sense buddy, save that for your exams

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 05:57 PM
Without numerical ratings we can't apply spearman's rank order correlation coefficient! I feel it is a worthy price to pay.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 05:57 PM
I mean it makes sense if oblivion recorder was an optional addition but it makes no sense that murder speculation part 2 wasn't part of the original presentation.
Of course it doesn't make sense, since this is something that I'm 99% sure you're just randomly making up on your own.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 05:57 PM
b1b, don't use your sense buddy, save that for your exams
I've got a week off now- woopie!

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 05:59 PM
hooray

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 05:59 PM
Of course it doesn't make sense, since this is something that I'm 99% sure you're just randomly making up on your own.
"Kara no Kyōkai originated in October 1998 as a series of five chapters released online on Nasu and Takeuchi's dōjin-based website, Takebōki (竹箒?), with its final two chapters being released at Comiket 56 in August 1999."- wikipedia, the source of all reliable knowledge.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:00 PM
And from it being a split release, you're somehow concluding that they were written at completely different times and the latter was just an addition.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 06:02 PM
I certainly don't care about the opinions of others save in how they are inferior to my own.

There's literally no point in anyone but Rodyle ever posting anything again. I see the light now.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:02 PM
That's quite a split though. Guess I'm mainly saying it wouldn't have made sense for a japanese person who stumbled across this in 1998 with the fact that there were unanswered questions and stuff.

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 06:02 PM
Without numerical ratings we can't apply spearman's rank order correlation coefficient! I feel it is a worthy price to pay.
You don't have to relate everything back to what you've recently learned/studied

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:03 PM
There's literally no point in anyone but Rodyle ever posting anything again. I see the light now.
I'm on board.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 06:03 PM
You don't have to be b1b's personal and constant critic either.

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I'm on board.

Doubt it. There's no point to posting, but there's no point to not posting either.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:04 PM
"Heaven, please sing for me a song of light.
Heaven, save me my dreams tonight..."

http://i.imgur.com/nGfzyQ1.jpg

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:04 PM
You don't have to be b1b's personal and constant critic either.

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Doubt it. There's no point to posting, but there's no point to not posting either.
I could be doing something else.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:05 PM
no phone sex

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:05 PM
You don't have to relate everything back to what you've recently learned/studied
I don't have to post either it seems- Rodyle has shown me the light

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 06:05 PM
But are you is the question. I guess you do other things. There are times when you aren't here.

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no phone sex

lmao

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:07 PM
But are you is the question. I guess you do other things. There are times when you aren't here.

Clearly not, and if Rodyle banned me from posting I could go back to playing call of duty singleplayer or whatever the fuck I was doing earlier today.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:07 PM
no phone sex
who the hell even haves phone sex

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:08 PM
snow, will you enlighten me by telling the thang you did?
regardless if it worked or not

Strife ❤️
May 27th, 2016, 06:08 PM
"Heaven, please sing for me a song of light.
Heaven, save me my dreams tonight..."


A little happiness
Tomorrow is holy lonely birthday

NO PAIN
NO TEAR
NO WORRY

BUT _____________

This is not heaven

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RJr2yQB9Xt0/UgAS6SlHVII/AAAAAAAABdg/e7ttloLWJRE/s1600/IMG_6313.jpg

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:09 PM
A little happiness
Tomorrow is holy lonely birthday

NO PAIN
NO TEAR
NO MEMORY

BUT _____________

This is not heaven

I'm curious, did anyone even get what I was referencing?

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:11 PM
I'm curious, did anyone even get what I was referencing?

if it ain't psycho pass i dun care

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:11 PM
I'm curious, did anyone even get what I was referencing?
the tfs thing or did you reference something else

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:11 PM
Clearly not, and if Rodyle banned me from posting I could go back to playing call of duty singleplayer or whatever the fuck I was doing earlier today.
Rodyle for admin?

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 06:12 PM
You don't have to be b1b's personal and constant critic either.
I wasn't really being harsh and I've only pointed it out after numerous times

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:12 PM
unless you were referencing this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SauyzsnhbDM
then I dunno

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 06:12 PM
no phone sex
good idea

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:13 PM
Rodyle for admin?

this is why you shouldn't post your opinions

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:13 PM
unless you were referencing this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SauyzsnhbDM
then I dunno
YES! I've had that song stuck in my head all day and I can't stop humming it.

Strife ❤️
May 27th, 2016, 06:13 PM
good idea

Bad idea.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:13 PM
I can think of worse admins.

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 06:13 PM
Bad idea.
my whole life tbh

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:14 PM
I can think of worse admins.
I can think of better ones

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:14 PM
YES! I've had that song stuck in my head all day and I can't stop humming it.

read this as humping

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:15 PM
I can think of better ones
am i one of them

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:15 PM
oh and yay stereopony covers


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auDzjhFnbog

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:15 PM
read this as humping
how do you hump music lyrics?

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:15 PM
sure

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:16 PM
yaaay, one person thinks i should hold dictatorial power

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:16 PM
how do you hump music lyrics?
You print them out and...

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:16 PM
how do you hump music lyrics?

well, if a daddy song and mommy song love each other very much...

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:17 PM
how do you hump music lyrics?

asking the wrong person

Kirby
May 27th, 2016, 06:17 PM
aeiou

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:18 PM
You print them out and...
oh my

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:18 PM
cute avvie

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:20 PM
maybe i should make my avii drunk hei instead of yayoi

hmmm

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i keep listening to that ending song for gemini

too gud

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:23 PM
Just realising how empty my life is going to feel over the long summer holidays. I'm going to need to get a job otherwise I'm going to be pretty bored shitless. Even feeling a bit aimless today as I got back early. Watching an anime movie a night would be a fun thing to do maybe.

Strife ❤️
May 27th, 2016, 06:24 PM
Just realising how empty my life is going to feel over the long summer holidays. I'm going to need to get a job otherwise I'm going to be pretty bored shitless. Even feeling a bit aimless today as I got back early. Watching an anime movie a night would be a fun thing to do maybe.

Become an MMO king.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:24 PM
actually, empty life is best life

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:26 PM
Just realising how empty my life is going to feel over the long summer holidays. I'm going to need to get a job otherwise I'm going to be pretty bored shitless. Even feeling a bit aimless today as I got back early. Watching an anime movie a night would be a fun thing to do maybe.
Get a part time job so you can buy Gundam Origin manga.

Oh and also get work experience for future job prospects...

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:29 PM
I should really get back to learning Japanese.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 06:29 PM
actually, empty life is best life

not really

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:29 PM
*edge intensifies*

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 06:30 PM
dull it down, shrap

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:30 PM
*edge intensifies*
HOWLING IN DA SHADOWS!

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:31 PM
I should really get back to learning Japanese.
Even a little bit a day takes you that step closer to mastery.

*Insert inspirational quote here*

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:31 PM
sober hei is best hei

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:31 PM
I should really get back to learning Japanese.

yes please, save us from the waiting

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:31 PM
If I do get money then I need to buy a PC first. Also may be able to get a job for a miniature company in the next town over although the only thing I could do is painting and I'm not sure if freelance would be mean I would be working from home which I could no longer do as all my paints have dried out and stuff. Probably still worth asking though, it would be amazing job if it was possible.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:32 PM
Even a little bit a day takes you that step closer to mastery.

*Insert inspirational quote here*
two inspirational quotes are too much

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yes please, save us from the waiting
for translations?

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:32 PM
HOWLING IN DA SHADOWS!
Now I've lost it
I know I can kill
The truth exists beyond the gate.
*dun dun na na nun na nun, dun a da dun un a dun dun*

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:33 PM
inspirational quotes kill my inspiration tbh

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not really

lazing around all day is great

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:34 PM
Now I've lost it
I know I can kill
The truth exists beyond the gate.
*dun dun na na nun na nun, dun a da dun un a dun dun*
i still don't know why shrap mehs at this cool opening

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:34 PM
HOWLING IN DA SHADOWS!
SUN WILL RISE, CLOSE YOUR EYES.
HOWL INSIDE...JUST HOWLING IN DA SHADOWS!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOhMCMM78r4

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:35 PM
lazing around all day is great
doing it for several years makes it incredibly soul crushing tho

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:37 PM
But yeah I was actually quite good at painting minis although my skills aren't quite good enough for show case stuff, I could batch paint what would probably literally be grunts to a tabletop standard: https://www.halowaypoint.com/en-us/community/blog-posts/canon-fodder-stand-your-ground

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HOWL INSIDE
Always wondered what he said then XD. It's best not to give a shit about lyrics in Japanese songs I find.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:37 PM
i still don't know why shrap mehs at this cool opening

her edge goes beyond the realm of colors, it's darker than black
it goes beyond all that exists

there is only the edge

2Bad
May 27th, 2016, 06:38 PM
I'd be a wretched admin but can promise I wouldn't pretend PTSD doesn't exist.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:38 PM
I don't even like the show that much but the OP is badass.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 06:38 PM
doing it for several years makes it incredibly soul crushing tho

wait, then what am I doing wrong...

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 06:38 PM
I'd be a wretched admin but can promise I wouldn't pretend PTSD doesn't exist.
I'm glad you're thinking of Kelnish.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:40 PM
wait, then what am I doing wrong...
it varies from person to person

2Bad
May 27th, 2016, 06:41 PM
I'm glad you're thinking of Kelnish.

I'm certainly thinking of a poster.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:41 PM
Would it be possible to add a notification system when you are quoted, preferably that you can toggle on or off- or would it be too hard to implement on vBulletin?

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:41 PM
Always wondered what he said then XD. It's best not to give a shit about lyrics in Japanese songs I find.
Ah no that was my bad. It should've been "COLD INSIDE". But I cant into English...

2Bad
May 27th, 2016, 06:42 PM
Would it be possible to add a notification system when you are quoted, preferably that you can toggle on or off- or would it be too hard to implement on vBulletin?
TYPING is hard to implement on vBulletin.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:44 PM
Kelnish wasn't banned was he?

Snow
May 27th, 2016, 06:44 PM
I want to braid Takanori's hair.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:45 PM
i dont get why i get associated with edge

i mean my stories are about hope and love and rainbows and all that good stuff... in the end...

just look at this, i mean come on guys:

White flowers, with light pinkish centers. Raffia flowers.

Raffia, the source of energy that keeps the city running. The underground city of Lux, a dismal somber locality where the unlucky wallow. They welter in the pollution, the dust, the disease. The insanity. Their lives only brightened by factitious light shining above the city, at the clemency of the Class. The higher ones living in white rooms, in white houses, with white fountains flowing pellucid water, bathed in white light.

Raffia flowers.

They capture this light into their petals, into their color. That's why I like them. These flowers. Flowers that represent hope, that represent life. All over the village of Gabe they bloom, in the dark. In the caves where the Raffia flows, in the ponds where the fish swim, in the stone where the grass grows, in peoples' futures where their fates are sewn. These Raffia flowers give me hope, a means to survive in this place. In this city, full of insanity and full of black. Black hearts and black minds. Hopeless lives and hopeless fates. Bleak. Desolate and bleak, barren like the ground they stand on. But these flowers, these flowers give me hope. A white bright hope. Though, despite this hope nothing ever changes.

Nothing. Not the lives, not the futures, not the fates. Nothing ever changes, always staying the same. White flowers, with light pinkish centers.

Raffia flowers. They are the source of energy that keeps me running. That keeps me sane.

***

Why? These events, they just won't go away. Why? I can see everything. I don't want to see them anymore, I don't want to see those futures. Why? Nothing, nothing ever changes... then why?

Your future. You have it laid out before you and you don't let it stop you. You can't change your fate, so why? Why do you resist it? Even though I gave you your ultimatum you still fight against it. Even though we both know it can't be changed, it can't be stopped, it can't be deterred. Are you trying to rewrite it, your fate? No, you are changing what happens in the in-between. Is that what I can't see, the in-between? The unwritten pages before the final chapter, before the final stroke of the quill on the paper, is that what I can't see? I'm the Seer, the one who is supposed to see everything and yet, and yet I can't. I just can't. Your fate, your future, its ending is already written, already set, already determined.

So why? Why do the pages before have to be blank, filled in by the black ink of your change? Why can't I find it in myself to change, like you? What makes you pull away from the light at the end of the tunnel? What makes you, the one with no reason to live, to swim opposite the flow of the river? Why? Is it because, you, the one with no reason to live, to survive, doesn't want his future to come true? Your fate, your destiny, your pre-written ending to destroy everything, everyone, and all around you, to be all alone at your final moments. You can't. No matter how hard you try, you can't. After all, nothing ever changes. Yet, you are. You are changing how the events leading up to that bleak, sad, lonely ending are written.

Is that change? Is that how a future can change? Even though, even though I'm the one who can see ahead of time, I had never known. Never known that it can be so, that one can write their own story before the final word. Before the final breath, the last touch, the ending melody. You change the tunes of your melody from desolate and empty, nothingness, into happiness, unrivaled joy.

Comfort. Warmth. Love.

If so, can I cut the strings, the strings that bind my melody to my fate and connect them to yours? With yours? In perfect tune with one another? Can I? Is that how I can find the strength, the ambition, the courage?

I finally see, for one who can seemly see everything, I can finally and truly see. I know what I can alter before the last stroke of that quill ends all our stories in the ageless fable called time. I never knew that I could find it. The courage. But you, with your arms swinging and rage seething, slowly giving way to control, to a reason to live. You, the one who will destroy everything in the end, who will never find a warmth to gather in your heart, is finding it. Is it resonating from somewhere else, because of something else, from someone else, because of another?

I see, it's me, isn't it? Your warmth, your love. Something you want to hold dear, to protect with all your heart. Is me. I, who you want to hold so close to your heart, the Seer.

Do you?

Do you see them? The flowers. Those flowers that I pick, that I sell in that city, do you see me in them? Would you want one to bloom inside of your heart, your soul, so I can always be there? A white, fresh, fragrant life in that darkness? No, not darkness. But a faint grey, between the colors of life and death, trying to rise to the white but ever falling into the black. The hands of fate trying to hold you down but your will, your inner self, the defying character that is truly you, is ever rising to that one wish. To be with me, to save me, to protect me, to care for me. To hold me. You kindness, your unshakable feelings are what keep you going. To change the pages before those final words. The end. Nothing, nothing ever changes, but they are. I used to just stay awake, sleepless, gazing at your future, watching how it would alter all the others around you.

Left wondering.

Wondering about how my own will be affected. But we both already know, deep down, don't we? That sole thing can't be rewritten, can't be undone, can't be solved with a simple wish. After all, nothing ever changes. That is, the end of it all. The ending to our final chapters that are written by the quill of time. But through you, I have seen. I have seen that the unwritten letters, the words, the sentences, the paragraphs, the chapters, the unused ink in the quill, can be used to change the events of your story before the final words. Those two final words. The end.

For that, I too feel the warmth. The warmth of you inside my own heart. Your courage, your will to change, to survive. The unwavering beast within you that won't lie down and submit. I can feel it too, a fresh fragrance of life inside myself, a light blue flower. The flower of you, your body, your mind, your very being. Together, combined, our flowers mend to form a certain sensation, a light red and pink flower. An understanding between two beautiful melodies in perfect harmony, sharing the same strings, the same tune. Can you feel it too? Do you know what it is?

You do, don't you? That's right, it's love. A love for each other is what binds us, our futures, our fates. You are my wish, my hope, my dream, as I am to you.

The Seer and the Sword.

I, the Seer and the Voice of the City, have finally found the courage to change. To change the blank pages before the ending to my story, and I'll have you in them. For that, I thank you. My sword, my light blue flower, my companion, my friend. I thank you with all my heart. We'll see each other again, after the ending to both our stories. Our flowers in the same meadow, our melodies in the same song, our chapters in the same book. That's the future after our end, that not just me, but both of us have seen.

Isn't that right, Ichise?

I mean that's not edge at all.

and even when i do:

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close, then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship. That is what it means to truly love someone."

Miss Elda had told her those words, what now seemed like a long time ago. Staring around at the men in black attire and the hollow silver eyes of girls with pale-blonde hair, Dietrich could feel nothing but the cold. When life would light up in some of their eyes and they'd either sneer at or comfort her and the others on what could only be described as something truly terrible, she shivered.

Saying that, in the next few hours, inside dark and damp rooms that resembled prison cells, they were to lose that which they took for granted. That which they'd never have again.

Their humanity.

And, in time, that which they'd never have again would become something they'd never identify with again. As, after the procedure, the only thing they'd be regained as… would be monsters.

Standing in a line organized by a number of different factors she'd lost track of in all the analyzing that'd taken place in the first hour, Dietrich's legs were like gelatin. Yet, she couldn't wobble or she'd been taken away, just as a few already had.

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close…"

They'd be called, one by one, into a chamber with chains in the center, two hanging from the ceiling and two secured to the floor in relative position to one another. As Dietrich and the others waited, she could hear the torment and anguish of the girls already there. In that time, she'd managed to exchange a silent conversation with the girl to her left. Only, the girl was now gone and the screams she now heard were most likely hers'.

"Then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship…"

Next was to be her turn.

"That is what it means to truly love someone."

— «¤¥¤» —

"Round up the others, don't bother with this one." The man in the black suit said as he continued to smile, having finished moving from her to the other girls around the fire. His gaze was on a girl with barely open eyes, wearing shoes that resembled her own.

A girl was slumped forward, propped against a tree, hands on her lap. Her shirt was torn at the waist diagonally; three large tears, like claw slashes. Underneath the torn fabric of her shirt were clots of dried blood. The wounds had oozed and pooled profusely until someone had closed them up.

Dietrich squinted, trying to make out the face in the dark. She couldn't and decided to get closer, faltering and falling down as she soon as she took the first step. She looked at her outstretched hand and tried to move her fingers. They twitched. Moving her leg, it barely responded. Her eyes went from herself to the girl. Heinrike had the same hairstyle. Her movements were sluggish and there was nothing she could do about it but struggle in vain.

The man in the black suit was shaking his head, and when he walked away from her friend, not giving a second thought, she found the one thing she did have control over: her voice.

"You…!" Her stomach grinded itself into the ground as she wiggled. "You… piece of shit…!" Her snarling expression was like a wolf helpless in the face of its den-mates being killed by hunters. Hunters who didn't know the first thing about compassion and what it meant to be truly human. "What'd you do to her!? What are you planning on doing with the rest of us?!"

The man in the black suit, the smile still on his face, turned to her, "I've done nothing to that girl. Nor am I going to in the future." He came forward and cupped his hand under her chin. "But, as for you and the others, I'm giving the opportunity of a lifetime."

The majority of the other girls were protesting just as loud as she was, but a few of them were taking what the man in the black suit said to heart, remaining silent. The opportunity of a lifetime.

He tilted his head, pondering something. "You, too, have something to gain from all of this. Do you not?" If he was taken aback by her hostile expression, there was no sign. "'To see them again', wasn't it?" Briefly, he looked at Heinrike against the tree. "Ah, unless you already have…"

She spat at his arm. "Let go of me! You can't just leave her here! Heike is—!"

"Your friend is dead." The man in the black suit stood up and let her chin fall to the ground with a thud. "Face reality. It's the only thing you're going to experience from here onwards."

Hot tears streaming from her eyes and soaking into the ground, Dietrich's teeth were at risk of breaking from the pressure of her hatred. Desperately, frantically, she tore the remainder of the way to her friend's side. Nuzzling her cheek to her friend's leg, she felt warmth. She wasn't dead.

Heike… Heike wasn't… She couldn't be dead! She just couldn't! She was still warm, which meant she was still alive and… And that meant the man in the black suit had lied! She was—!

That was when her eyes flooded over. The heat from the fire was what'd been keeping Heinrike's body warm all this time. She knew. She knew and yet she… She couldn't just…

The others were all gone, nowhere in sight. Heinrike was the first one she'd seen after opening her eyes and the last she'd wanted to leave behind.

But now…

A man seized her, slinging her over his shoulder and she bit him hard, drawing blood but receiving no response. And, as she and the other girls were hauled off, she cried out for her friend, getting further and further away from her.

The fire had burned out. Her body was sure to freeze, all alone with nobody there by her side.

And, in Dietrich's mind, that was the moment when everything changed.

— «¤¥¤» —

Led by two burly men into the chamber, Dietrich looked over at a table with various instruments, all of them bloodied to some extent. The floor was bathed in crimson scars, the walls covered in darkness. As her ruined shoes were shuffled across the chamber to the chains that were to bind her in place, she felt the dampness they'd spoken of; tears and torment. Spit, vomit; anything that someone in the most unbearable of pains would spew forth in their coping with the pain. The sodomizing of their heart and raping of their soul.

Her arms were held up, cuffed on the wrists by the chains that hung from the ceilings; her legs by the chains secured to the floor. Her clothes were removed and she stood there naked, exposed to the men in black attire that now entered the room.

One of them placed something on the table, wrapped in a dirty cloth. Whatever was inside moved. The other took one of the sharper-looking instruments from the table and something else. Something round, like a pill. He came up to her and shoved the pill-like object into her mouth and down her throat. As she gagged and spit and cursed his existence, he went back to the table.

The way he walked was… hazy. The room felt as if it were spinning and Dietrich started to lose all sense of where she was, what she'd been doing till then, and what was about to happen. Another, even heavier sedative.

Drool leaked from her mouth as she tried keeping her head up, making out that the man who'd given her the pill was back, rubbing the front of her body with something. It was wet and it burned. Badly. She wanted to cry out from what felt like a thousand hot embers being needled into every pore in her skin but bit down on her lip, blood mixing in with the drool. She wasn't… not anymore. For Heinrike's sake and that of the others.

The other man, the one who'd set that moving cloth down, was making sure her chains were rigid and no amount of force would break them. When he finished and nodded to his partner, her back hit something solid, and she was lowered down, now resting on a table that hadn't been there before. And, then, what felt like cold metal being pressed to the spot just above her chest. Her throat. The pressing became a stab, and she heard a squelch as the blade started moving downwards. Down and down, further and further until it reached her just above groin area.

"Pain is… Well, there are two types of pain, Dietrich…"

As the blood started to pool at the incision the other man produced another cloth and patted her down. When the man with the sharp instrument came back with the dirty cloth that'd been on the table, the other man slowly and carefully parted the skin that'd been cut.

"The first is physical, and those can always go away with time…"

She saw the man unwrap the cloth. Something fleshy and dark in color, like a very moldy green, was now in his hand. He tore it apart and sprinkled it all along the incision he'd made.

"The second is emotional…"

When he finished, the other man took what looked to be oversized thread and needle, which he proceeded to weave in and out of her skin, closing the incision.

"Emotional pains, unlike physical, never go away."

And, when they stepped back and waited, that was when the agony started. Whatever it was that'd been sprinkled inside of her was wrapping itself around her intestines and pushing its way into her bloodstream. Writhing, she closed her eyes.

"Sure, you can lock them away so they don't hurt you anymore, but in truth they never leave you…"

Biting down all the harder, her body felt as if it were being drowned in burning oil, and, in her spasms, she tried to remember Miss Elda's words to her. That physical pain was nothing if you could endure it. She remembered Heinrike.

"And, when brought to the surface again…"

The memories of their time together, the way she always acted so timid. Afraid of everything and, yet, when push came to shove, always dependable. Always there for her. Always able to cool the waters between her and Alric.

The softness of her eyes, the warmth of her smile. Sweet and never threatening. Beautiful brown hair, a nose which looked too small compared to those big blue eyes. A stuttering, quiet voice. One that would never speak again.

"They are never-ending."

And that was when her howls began.

understanding love is a common theme in all my stuff.

the irony

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 06:46 PM
I want to braid Takanori's hair.
Same but with all beloved characters hair

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:47 PM
Ah no that was my bad. It should've been "COLD INSIDE". But I cant into English...
Yeah that sounds more like what he actually says XD.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:47 PM
DtB was one anime I really wish we had a season 3 for...T_T

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:49 PM
DtB was one anime I really wish we had a season 3 for...T_T
What would it be about though?

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:51 PM
What would it be about though?
The manga "Jet Black Flower". Seriously go read it if you haven't, it's pretty good.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:53 PM
I think I tried reading it before but gave up a quarter in.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:54 PM
The manga "Jet Black Flower". Seriously go read it if you haven't, it's pretty good.

more like what season 2 should have been, then the ovas, then season 3 be about suou

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and make both 2 cours instead of 1

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:54 PM
I don't like the new remix to the JoJo OP.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:55 PM
more like what season 2 should have been, then have season 3 be about suou
I've always said that S2 should have been a spin-off instead and without any S1 characters crammed into it.

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I don't like the new remix to the JoJo OP.
It is pretty meh, the rest of the episode was great though.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 06:55 PM
ah shit, the new episode it out.

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 06:56 PM
I gave up a quarter of the way into season 2 honestly.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 06:57 PM
ah shit, the new episode it out.
On yer bike son. Get to it quick.

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I gave up a quarter of the way into season 2 honestly.
I can probably guess why.
"Jet Black Flower" is much closer in style and narrative to S1 so I really suggest giving it a try.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 06:58 PM
I've always said that S2 should have been a spin-off instead and without any S1 characters crammed into it.

i still stand by my idea that suou should have broken out of the parallel world black rock shooter style and came back into the real world as male!yin was busy destroying it

you know, so she can stop him and become the next bk201 or something

would watch

black1blade
May 27th, 2016, 07:02 PM
Anyway it's midnight so sleepy weapy timu desu.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 07:03 PM
Indeed I too must be getting on.

See you later, crocodile.

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 07:05 PM
koichi suffering is almost as good as seiba suffering

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 07:06 PM
poor seiba

Seika
May 27th, 2016, 07:07 PM
Would it be possible to add a notification system when you are quoted, preferably that you can toggle on or off- or would it be too hard to implement on vBulletin?
It can probably be implemented, but the most common plugin with that functionality costs $40. So pony up if you want it.

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 07:07 PM
koichi suffering is almost as good as seiba suffering
Part 4 really is "Koichi's Bizarre Adventure" at some points.

Seika
May 27th, 2016, 07:08 PM
It can probably be implemented, but the most common plugin with that functionality costs $40. So pony up if you want it.
A lie: the lifetime version instead of the three month version is $80.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 07:09 PM
It can probably be implemented, but the most common plugin with that functionality costs $40. So pony up if you want it.
a familiar song

Strife ❤️
May 27th, 2016, 07:09 PM
A lie: the lifetime version instead of the three month version is $80.

What kind of fucked up sales model is that?

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 07:10 PM
i dont get why i get associated with edge

i mean my stories are about hope and love and rainbows and all that good stuff... in the end...

just look at this, i mean come on guys:

White flowers, with light pinkish centers. Raffia flowers.

Raffia, the source of energy that keeps the city running. The underground city of Lux, a dismal somber locality where the unlucky wallow. They welter in the pollution, the dust, the disease. The insanity. Their lives only brightened by factitious light shining above the city, at the clemency of the Class. The higher ones living in white rooms, in white houses, with white fountains flowing pellucid water, bathed in white light.

Raffia flowers.

They capture this light into their petals, into their color. That's why I like them. These flowers. Flowers that represent hope, that represent life. All over the village of Gabe they bloom, in the dark. In the caves where the Raffia flows, in the ponds where the fish swim, in the stone where the grass grows, in peoples' futures where their fates are sewn. These Raffia flowers give me hope, a means to survive in this place. In this city, full of insanity and full of black. Black hearts and black minds. Hopeless lives and hopeless fates. Bleak. Desolate and bleak, barren like the ground they stand on. But these flowers, these flowers give me hope. A white bright hope. Though, despite this hope nothing ever changes.

Nothing. Not the lives, not the futures, not the fates. Nothing ever changes, always staying the same. White flowers, with light pinkish centers.

Raffia flowers. They are the source of energy that keeps me running. That keeps me sane.

***

Why? These events, they just won't go away. Why? I can see everything. I don't want to see them anymore, I don't want to see those futures. Why? Nothing, nothing ever changes... then why?

Your future. You have it laid out before you and you don't let it stop you. You can't change your fate, so why? Why do you resist it? Even though I gave you your ultimatum you still fight against it. Even though we both know it can't be changed, it can't be stopped, it can't be deterred. Are you trying to rewrite it, your fate? No, you are changing what happens in the in-between. Is that what I can't see, the in-between? The unwritten pages before the final chapter, before the final stroke of the quill on the paper, is that what I can't see? I'm the Seer, the one who is supposed to see everything and yet, and yet I can't. I just can't. Your fate, your future, its ending is already written, already set, already determined.

So why? Why do the pages before have to be blank, filled in by the black ink of your change? Why can't I find it in myself to change, like you? What makes you pull away from the light at the end of the tunnel? What makes you, the one with no reason to live, to swim opposite the flow of the river? Why? Is it because, you, the one with no reason to live, to survive, doesn't want his future to come true? Your fate, your destiny, your pre-written ending to destroy everything, everyone, and all around you, to be all alone at your final moments. You can't. No matter how hard you try, you can't. After all, nothing ever changes. Yet, you are. You are changing how the events leading up to that bleak, sad, lonely ending are written.

Is that change? Is that how a future can change? Even though, even though I'm the one who can see ahead of time, I had never known. Never known that it can be so, that one can write their own story before the final word. Before the final breath, the last touch, the ending melody. You change the tunes of your melody from desolate and empty, nothingness, into happiness, unrivaled joy.

Comfort. Warmth. Love.

If so, can I cut the strings, the strings that bind my melody to my fate and connect them to yours? With yours? In perfect tune with one another? Can I? Is that how I can find the strength, the ambition, the courage?

I finally see, for one who can seemly see everything, I can finally and truly see. I know what I can alter before the last stroke of that quill ends all our stories in the ageless fable called time. I never knew that I could find it. The courage. But you, with your arms swinging and rage seething, slowly giving way to control, to a reason to live. You, the one who will destroy everything in the end, who will never find a warmth to gather in your heart, is finding it. Is it resonating from somewhere else, because of something else, from someone else, because of another?

I see, it's me, isn't it? Your warmth, your love. Something you want to hold dear, to protect with all your heart. Is me. I, who you want to hold so close to your heart, the Seer.

Do you?

Do you see them? The flowers. Those flowers that I pick, that I sell in that city, do you see me in them? Would you want one to bloom inside of your heart, your soul, so I can always be there? A white, fresh, fragrant life in that darkness? No, not darkness. But a faint grey, between the colors of life and death, trying to rise to the white but ever falling into the black. The hands of fate trying to hold you down but your will, your inner self, the defying character that is truly you, is ever rising to that one wish. To be with me, to save me, to protect me, to care for me. To hold me. You kindness, your unshakable feelings are what keep you going. To change the pages before those final words. The end. Nothing, nothing ever changes, but they are. I used to just stay awake, sleepless, gazing at your future, watching how it would alter all the others around you.

Left wondering.

Wondering about how my own will be affected. But we both already know, deep down, don't we? That sole thing can't be rewritten, can't be undone, can't be solved with a simple wish. After all, nothing ever changes. That is, the end of it all. The ending to our final chapters that are written by the quill of time. But through you, I have seen. I have seen that the unwritten letters, the words, the sentences, the paragraphs, the chapters, the unused ink in the quill, can be used to change the events of your story before the final words. Those two final words. The end.

For that, I too feel the warmth. The warmth of you inside my own heart. Your courage, your will to change, to survive. The unwavering beast within you that won't lie down and submit. I can feel it too, a fresh fragrance of life inside myself, a light blue flower. The flower of you, your body, your mind, your very being. Together, combined, our flowers mend to form a certain sensation, a light red and pink flower. An understanding between two beautiful melodies in perfect harmony, sharing the same strings, the same tune. Can you feel it too? Do you know what it is?

You do, don't you? That's right, it's love. A love for each other is what binds us, our futures, our fates. You are my wish, my hope, my dream, as I am to you.

The Seer and the Sword.

I, the Seer and the Voice of the City, have finally found the courage to change. To change the blank pages before the ending to my story, and I'll have you in them. For that, I thank you. My sword, my light blue flower, my companion, my friend. I thank you with all my heart. We'll see each other again, after the ending to both our stories. Our flowers in the same meadow, our melodies in the same song, our chapters in the same book. That's the future after our end, that not just me, but both of us have seen.

Isn't that right, Ichise?

I mean that's not edge at all.

and even when i do:

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close, then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship. That is what it means to truly love someone."

Miss Elda had told her those words, what now seemed like a long time ago. Staring around at the men in black attire and the hollow silver eyes of girls with pale-blonde hair, Dietrich could feel nothing but the cold. When life would light up in some of their eyes and they'd either sneer at or comfort her and the others on what could only be described as something truly terrible, she shivered.

Saying that, in the next few hours, inside dark and damp rooms that resembled prison cells, they were to lose that which they took for granted. That which they'd never have again.

Their humanity.

And, in time, that which they'd never have again would become something they'd never identify with again. As, after the procedure, the only thing they'd be regained as… would be monsters.

Standing in a line organized by a number of different factors she'd lost track of in all the analyzing that'd taken place in the first hour, Dietrich's legs were like gelatin. Yet, she couldn't wobble or she'd been taken away, just as a few already had.

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close…"

They'd be called, one by one, into a chamber with chains in the center, two hanging from the ceiling and two secured to the floor in relative position to one another. As Dietrich and the others waited, she could hear the torment and anguish of the girls already there. In that time, she'd managed to exchange a silent conversation with the girl to her left. Only, the girl was now gone and the screams she now heard were most likely hers'.

"Then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship…"

Next was to be her turn.

"That is what it means to truly love someone."

— «¤¥¤» —

"Round up the others, don't bother with this one." The man in the black suit said as he continued to smile, having finished moving from her to the other girls around the fire. His gaze was on a girl with barely open eyes, wearing shoes that resembled her own.

A girl was slumped forward, propped against a tree, hands on her lap. Her shirt was torn at the waist diagonally; three large tears, like claw slashes. Underneath the torn fabric of her shirt were clots of dried blood. The wounds had oozed and pooled profusely until someone had closed them up.

Dietrich squinted, trying to make out the face in the dark. She couldn't and decided to get closer, faltering and falling down as she soon as she took the first step. She looked at her outstretched hand and tried to move her fingers. They twitched. Moving her leg, it barely responded. Her eyes went from herself to the girl. Heinrike had the same hairstyle. Her movements were sluggish and there was nothing she could do about it but struggle in vain.

The man in the black suit was shaking his head, and when he walked away from her friend, not giving a second thought, she found the one thing she did have control over: her voice.

"You…!" Her stomach grinded itself into the ground as she wiggled. "You… piece of shit…!" Her snarling expression was like a wolf helpless in the face of its den-mates being killed by hunters. Hunters who didn't know the first thing about compassion and what it meant to be truly human. "What'd you do to her!? What are you planning on doing with the rest of us?!"

The man in the black suit, the smile still on his face, turned to her, "I've done nothing to that girl. Nor am I going to in the future." He came forward and cupped his hand under her chin. "But, as for you and the others, I'm giving the opportunity of a lifetime."

The majority of the other girls were protesting just as loud as she was, but a few of them were taking what the man in the black suit said to heart, remaining silent. The opportunity of a lifetime.

He tilted his head, pondering something. "You, too, have something to gain from all of this. Do you not?" If he was taken aback by her hostile expression, there was no sign. "'To see them again', wasn't it?" Briefly, he looked at Heinrike against the tree. "Ah, unless you already have…"

She spat at his arm. "Let go of me! You can't just leave her here! Heike is—!"

"Your friend is dead." The man in the black suit stood up and let her chin fall to the ground with a thud. "Face reality. It's the only thing you're going to experience from here onwards."

Hot tears streaming from her eyes and soaking into the ground, Dietrich's teeth were at risk of breaking from the pressure of her hatred. Desperately, frantically, she tore the remainder of the way to her friend's side. Nuzzling her cheek to her friend's leg, she felt warmth. She wasn't dead.

Heike… Heike wasn't… She couldn't be dead! She just couldn't! She was still warm, which meant she was still alive and… And that meant the man in the black suit had lied! She was—!

That was when her eyes flooded over. The heat from the fire was what'd been keeping Heinrike's body warm all this time. She knew. She knew and yet she… She couldn't just…

The others were all gone, nowhere in sight. Heinrike was the first one she'd seen after opening her eyes and the last she'd wanted to leave behind.

But now…

A man seized her, slinging her over his shoulder and she bit him hard, drawing blood but receiving no response. And, as she and the other girls were hauled off, she cried out for her friend, getting further and further away from her.

The fire had burned out. Her body was sure to freeze, all alone with nobody there by her side.

And, in Dietrich's mind, that was the moment when everything changed.

— «¤¥¤» —

Led by two burly men into the chamber, Dietrich looked over at a table with various instruments, all of them bloodied to some extent. The floor was bathed in crimson scars, the walls covered in darkness. As her ruined shoes were shuffled across the chamber to the chains that were to bind her in place, she felt the dampness they'd spoken of; tears and torment. Spit, vomit; anything that someone in the most unbearable of pains would spew forth in their coping with the pain. The sodomizing of their heart and raping of their soul.

Her arms were held up, cuffed on the wrists by the chains that hung from the ceilings; her legs by the chains secured to the floor. Her clothes were removed and she stood there naked, exposed to the men in black attire that now entered the room.

One of them placed something on the table, wrapped in a dirty cloth. Whatever was inside moved. The other took one of the sharper-looking instruments from the table and something else. Something round, like a pill. He came up to her and shoved the pill-like object into her mouth and down her throat. As she gagged and spit and cursed his existence, he went back to the table.

The way he walked was… hazy. The room felt as if it were spinning and Dietrich started to lose all sense of where she was, what she'd been doing till then, and what was about to happen. Another, even heavier sedative.

Drool leaked from her mouth as she tried keeping her head up, making out that the man who'd given her the pill was back, rubbing the front of her body with something. It was wet and it burned. Badly. She wanted to cry out from what felt like a thousand hot embers being needled into every pore in her skin but bit down on her lip, blood mixing in with the drool. She wasn't… not anymore. For Heinrike's sake and that of the others.

The other man, the one who'd set that moving cloth down, was making sure her chains were rigid and no amount of force would break them. When he finished and nodded to his partner, her back hit something solid, and she was lowered down, now resting on a table that hadn't been there before. And, then, what felt like cold metal being pressed to the spot just above her chest. Her throat. The pressing became a stab, and she heard a squelch as the blade started moving downwards. Down and down, further and further until it reached her just above groin area.

"Pain is… Well, there are two types of pain, Dietrich…"

As the blood started to pool at the incision the other man produced another cloth and patted her down. When the man with the sharp instrument came back with the dirty cloth that'd been on the table, the other man slowly and carefully parted the skin that'd been cut.

"The first is physical, and those can always go away with time…"

She saw the man unwrap the cloth. Something fleshy and dark in color, like a very moldy green, was now in his hand. He tore it apart and sprinkled it all along the incision he'd made.

"The second is emotional…"

When he finished, the other man took what looked to be oversized thread and needle, which he proceeded to weave in and out of her skin, closing the incision.

"Emotional pains, unlike physical, never go away."

And, when they stepped back and waited, that was when the agony started. Whatever it was that'd been sprinkled inside of her was wrapping itself around her intestines and pushing its way into her bloodstream. Writhing, she closed her eyes.

"Sure, you can lock them away so they don't hurt you anymore, but in truth they never leave you…"

Biting down all the harder, her body felt as if it were being drowned in burning oil, and, in her spasms, she tried to remember Miss Elda's words to her. That physical pain was nothing if you could endure it. She remembered Heinrike.

"And, when brought to the surface again…"

The memories of their time together, the way she always acted so timid. Afraid of everything and, yet, when push came to shove, always dependable. Always there for her. Always able to cool the waters between her and Alric.

The softness of her eyes, the warmth of her smile. Sweet and never threatening. Beautiful brown hair, a nose which looked too small compared to those big blue eyes. A stuttering, quiet voice. One that would never speak again.

"They are never-ending."

And that was when her howls began.

understanding love is a common theme in all my stuff.

the irony

I mean for all I don't have the stomach for some of the things you are able to watch without flinching, I actually really enjoy your writing when I have some point of relevance for what's going on, and I have recognized that you like to write about love and, essentially, its meaning or cost in tough situations, which is a thing I also like. For whatever that is worth. Your edge-rep tends to come from just how dark you like things to get before any kind of dawn or the amount of gore you can stomach in general, I think, inasmuch as you have one.

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A lie: the lifetime version instead of the three month version is $80.

Please promise that we won't ever get like button functionality, even if this thing is implemented.

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 07:12 PM
i dont get why i get associated with edge

i mean my stories are about hope and love and rainbows and all that good stuff... in the end...

just look at this, i mean come on guys:

White flowers, with light pinkish centers. Raffia flowers.

Raffia, the source of energy that keeps the city running. The underground city of Lux, a dismal somber locality where the unlucky wallow. They welter in the pollution, the dust, the disease. The insanity. Their lives only brightened by factitious light shining above the city, at the clemency of the Class. The higher ones living in white rooms, in white houses, with white fountains flowing pellucid water, bathed in white light.

Raffia flowers.

They capture this light into their petals, into their color. That's why I like them. These flowers. Flowers that represent hope, that represent life. All over the village of Gabe they bloom, in the dark. In the caves where the Raffia flows, in the ponds where the fish swim, in the stone where the grass grows, in peoples' futures where their fates are sewn. These Raffia flowers give me hope, a means to survive in this place. In this city, full of insanity and full of black. Black hearts and black minds. Hopeless lives and hopeless fates. Bleak. Desolate and bleak, barren like the ground they stand on. But these flowers, these flowers give me hope. A white bright hope. Though, despite this hope nothing ever changes.

Nothing. Not the lives, not the futures, not the fates. Nothing ever changes, always staying the same. White flowers, with light pinkish centers.

Raffia flowers. They are the source of energy that keeps me running. That keeps me sane.

***

Why? These events, they just won't go away. Why? I can see everything. I don't want to see them anymore, I don't want to see those futures. Why? Nothing, nothing ever changes... then why?

Your future. You have it laid out before you and you don't let it stop you. You can't change your fate, so why? Why do you resist it? Even though I gave you your ultimatum you still fight against it. Even though we both know it can't be changed, it can't be stopped, it can't be deterred. Are you trying to rewrite it, your fate? No, you are changing what happens in the in-between. Is that what I can't see, the in-between? The unwritten pages before the final chapter, before the final stroke of the quill on the paper, is that what I can't see? I'm the Seer, the one who is supposed to see everything and yet, and yet I can't. I just can't. Your fate, your future, its ending is already written, already set, already determined.

So why? Why do the pages before have to be blank, filled in by the black ink of your change? Why can't I find it in myself to change, like you? What makes you pull away from the light at the end of the tunnel? What makes you, the one with no reason to live, to swim opposite the flow of the river? Why? Is it because, you, the one with no reason to live, to survive, doesn't want his future to come true? Your fate, your destiny, your pre-written ending to destroy everything, everyone, and all around you, to be all alone at your final moments. You can't. No matter how hard you try, you can't. After all, nothing ever changes. Yet, you are. You are changing how the events leading up to that bleak, sad, lonely ending are written.

Is that change? Is that how a future can change? Even though, even though I'm the one who can see ahead of time, I had never known. Never known that it can be so, that one can write their own story before the final word. Before the final breath, the last touch, the ending melody. You change the tunes of your melody from desolate and empty, nothingness, into happiness, unrivaled joy.

Comfort. Warmth. Love.

If so, can I cut the strings, the strings that bind my melody to my fate and connect them to yours? With yours? In perfect tune with one another? Can I? Is that how I can find the strength, the ambition, the courage?

I finally see, for one who can seemly see everything, I can finally and truly see. I know what I can alter before the last stroke of that quill ends all our stories in the ageless fable called time. I never knew that I could find it. The courage. But you, with your arms swinging and rage seething, slowly giving way to control, to a reason to live. You, the one who will destroy everything in the end, who will never find a warmth to gather in your heart, is finding it. Is it resonating from somewhere else, because of something else, from someone else, because of another?

I see, it's me, isn't it? Your warmth, your love. Something you want to hold dear, to protect with all your heart. Is me. I, who you want to hold so close to your heart, the Seer.

Do you?

Do you see them? The flowers. Those flowers that I pick, that I sell in that city, do you see me in them? Would you want one to bloom inside of your heart, your soul, so I can always be there? A white, fresh, fragrant life in that darkness? No, not darkness. But a faint grey, between the colors of life and death, trying to rise to the white but ever falling into the black. The hands of fate trying to hold you down but your will, your inner self, the defying character that is truly you, is ever rising to that one wish. To be with me, to save me, to protect me, to care for me. To hold me. You kindness, your unshakable feelings are what keep you going. To change the pages before those final words. The end. Nothing, nothing ever changes, but they are. I used to just stay awake, sleepless, gazing at your future, watching how it would alter all the others around you.

Left wondering.

Wondering about how my own will be affected. But we both already know, deep down, don't we? That sole thing can't be rewritten, can't be undone, can't be solved with a simple wish. After all, nothing ever changes. That is, the end of it all. The ending to our final chapters that are written by the quill of time. But through you, I have seen. I have seen that the unwritten letters, the words, the sentences, the paragraphs, the chapters, the unused ink in the quill, can be used to change the events of your story before the final words. Those two final words. The end.

For that, I too feel the warmth. The warmth of you inside my own heart. Your courage, your will to change, to survive. The unwavering beast within you that won't lie down and submit. I can feel it too, a fresh fragrance of life inside myself, a light blue flower. The flower of you, your body, your mind, your very being. Together, combined, our flowers mend to form a certain sensation, a light red and pink flower. An understanding between two beautiful melodies in perfect harmony, sharing the same strings, the same tune. Can you feel it too? Do you know what it is?

You do, don't you? That's right, it's love. A love for each other is what binds us, our futures, our fates. You are my wish, my hope, my dream, as I am to you.

The Seer and the Sword.

I, the Seer and the Voice of the City, have finally found the courage to change. To change the blank pages before the ending to my story, and I'll have you in them. For that, I thank you. My sword, my light blue flower, my companion, my friend. I thank you with all my heart. We'll see each other again, after the ending to both our stories. Our flowers in the same meadow, our melodies in the same song, our chapters in the same book. That's the future after our end, that not just me, but both of us have seen.

Isn't that right, Ichise?

I mean that's not edge at all.

and even when i do:

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close, then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship. That is what it means to truly love someone."

Miss Elda had told her those words, what now seemed like a long time ago. Staring around at the men in black attire and the hollow silver eyes of girls with pale-blonde hair, Dietrich could feel nothing but the cold. When life would light up in some of their eyes and they'd either sneer at or comfort her and the others on what could only be described as something truly terrible, she shivered.

Saying that, in the next few hours, inside dark and damp rooms that resembled prison cells, they were to lose that which they took for granted. That which they'd never have again.

Their humanity.

And, in time, that which they'd never have again would become something they'd never identify with again. As, after the procedure, the only thing they'd be regained as… would be monsters.

Standing in a line organized by a number of different factors she'd lost track of in all the analyzing that'd taken place in the first hour, Dietrich's legs were like gelatin. Yet, she couldn't wobble or she'd been taken away, just as a few already had.

"If what you want most is to keep those precious to you close…"

They'd be called, one by one, into a chamber with chains in the center, two hanging from the ceiling and two secured to the floor in relative position to one another. As Dietrich and the others waited, she could hear the torment and anguish of the girls already there. In that time, she'd managed to exchange a silent conversation with the girl to her left. Only, the girl was now gone and the screams she now heard were most likely hers'.

"Then you must be prepared to go through seemingly never-ending hardship…"

Next was to be her turn.

"That is what it means to truly love someone."

— «¤¥¤» —

"Round up the others, don't bother with this one." The man in the black suit said as he continued to smile, having finished moving from her to the other girls around the fire. His gaze was on a girl with barely open eyes, wearing shoes that resembled her own.

A girl was slumped forward, propped against a tree, hands on her lap. Her shirt was torn at the waist diagonally; three large tears, like claw slashes. Underneath the torn fabric of her shirt were clots of dried blood. The wounds had oozed and pooled profusely until someone had closed them up.

Dietrich squinted, trying to make out the face in the dark. She couldn't and decided to get closer, faltering and falling down as she soon as she took the first step. She looked at her outstretched hand and tried to move her fingers. They twitched. Moving her leg, it barely responded. Her eyes went from herself to the girl. Heinrike had the same hairstyle. Her movements were sluggish and there was nothing she could do about it but struggle in vain.

The man in the black suit was shaking his head, and when he walked away from her friend, not giving a second thought, she found the one thing she did have control over: her voice.

"You…!" Her stomach grinded itself into the ground as she wiggled. "You… piece of shit…!" Her snarling expression was like a wolf helpless in the face of its den-mates being killed by hunters. Hunters who didn't know the first thing about compassion and what it meant to be truly human. "What'd you do to her!? What are you planning on doing with the rest of us?!"

The man in the black suit, the smile still on his face, turned to her, "I've done nothing to that girl. Nor am I going to in the future." He came forward and cupped his hand under her chin. "But, as for you and the others, I'm giving the opportunity of a lifetime."

The majority of the other girls were protesting just as loud as she was, but a few of them were taking what the man in the black suit said to heart, remaining silent. The opportunity of a lifetime.

He tilted his head, pondering something. "You, too, have something to gain from all of this. Do you not?" If he was taken aback by her hostile expression, there was no sign. "'To see them again', wasn't it?" Briefly, he looked at Heinrike against the tree. "Ah, unless you already have…"

She spat at his arm. "Let go of me! You can't just leave her here! Heike is—!"

"Your friend is dead." The man in the black suit stood up and let her chin fall to the ground with a thud. "Face reality. It's the only thing you're going to experience from here onwards."

Hot tears streaming from her eyes and soaking into the ground, Dietrich's teeth were at risk of breaking from the pressure of her hatred. Desperately, frantically, she tore the remainder of the way to her friend's side. Nuzzling her cheek to her friend's leg, she felt warmth. She wasn't dead.

Heike… Heike wasn't… She couldn't be dead! She just couldn't! She was still warm, which meant she was still alive and… And that meant the man in the black suit had lied! She was—!

That was when her eyes flooded over. The heat from the fire was what'd been keeping Heinrike's body warm all this time. She knew. She knew and yet she… She couldn't just…

The others were all gone, nowhere in sight. Heinrike was the first one she'd seen after opening her eyes and the last she'd wanted to leave behind.

But now…

A man seized her, slinging her over his shoulder and she bit him hard, drawing blood but receiving no response. And, as she and the other girls were hauled off, she cried out for her friend, getting further and further away from her.

The fire had burned out. Her body was sure to freeze, all alone with nobody there by her side.

And, in Dietrich's mind, that was the moment when everything changed.

— «¤¥¤» —

Led by two burly men into the chamber, Dietrich looked over at a table with various instruments, all of them bloodied to some extent. The floor was bathed in crimson scars, the walls covered in darkness. As her ruined shoes were shuffled across the chamber to the chains that were to bind her in place, she felt the dampness they'd spoken of; tears and torment. Spit, vomit; anything that someone in the most unbearable of pains would spew forth in their coping with the pain. The sodomizing of their heart and raping of their soul.

Her arms were held up, cuffed on the wrists by the chains that hung from the ceilings; her legs by the chains secured to the floor. Her clothes were removed and she stood there naked, exposed to the men in black attire that now entered the room.

One of them placed something on the table, wrapped in a dirty cloth. Whatever was inside moved. The other took one of the sharper-looking instruments from the table and something else. Something round, like a pill. He came up to her and shoved the pill-like object into her mouth and down her throat. As she gagged and spit and cursed his existence, he went back to the table.

The way he walked was… hazy. The room felt as if it were spinning and Dietrich started to lose all sense of where she was, what she'd been doing till then, and what was about to happen. Another, even heavier sedative.

Drool leaked from her mouth as she tried keeping her head up, making out that the man who'd given her the pill was back, rubbing the front of her body with something. It was wet and it burned. Badly. She wanted to cry out from what felt like a thousand hot embers being needled into every pore in her skin but bit down on her lip, blood mixing in with the drool. She wasn't… not anymore. For Heinrike's sake and that of the others.

The other man, the one who'd set that moving cloth down, was making sure her chains were rigid and no amount of force would break them. When he finished and nodded to his partner, her back hit something solid, and she was lowered down, now resting on a table that hadn't been there before. And, then, what felt like cold metal being pressed to the spot just above her chest. Her throat. The pressing became a stab, and she heard a squelch as the blade started moving downwards. Down and down, further and further until it reached her just above groin area.

"Pain is… Well, there are two types of pain, Dietrich…"

As the blood started to pool at the incision the other man produced another cloth and patted her down. When the man with the sharp instrument came back with the dirty cloth that'd been on the table, the other man slowly and carefully parted the skin that'd been cut.

"The first is physical, and those can always go away with time…"

She saw the man unwrap the cloth. Something fleshy and dark in color, like a very moldy green, was now in his hand. He tore it apart and sprinkled it all along the incision he'd made.

"The second is emotional…"

When he finished, the other man took what looked to be oversized thread and needle, which he proceeded to weave in and out of her skin, closing the incision.

"Emotional pains, unlike physical, never go away."

And, when they stepped back and waited, that was when the agony started. Whatever it was that'd been sprinkled inside of her was wrapping itself around her intestines and pushing its way into her bloodstream. Writhing, she closed her eyes.

"Sure, you can lock them away so they don't hurt you anymore, but in truth they never leave you…"

Biting down all the harder, her body felt as if it were being drowned in burning oil, and, in her spasms, she tried to remember Miss Elda's words to her. That physical pain was nothing if you could endure it. She remembered Heinrike.

"And, when brought to the surface again…"

The memories of their time together, the way she always acted so timid. Afraid of everything and, yet, when push came to shove, always dependable. Always there for her. Always able to cool the waters between her and Alric.

The softness of her eyes, the warmth of her smile. Sweet and never threatening. Beautiful brown hair, a nose which looked too small compared to those big blue eyes. A stuttering, quiet voice. One that would never speak again.

"They are never-ending."

And that was when her howls began.

understanding love is a common theme in all my stuff.

the irony
dude let's be honest i'm pretty sure half the people who call you edgy are just going from your posts because they don't read what you write

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 07:12 PM
Please promise that we won't ever get like button functionality, even if this thing is implemented.
This would go downhill very quickly, yes

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 07:13 PM
nice haircut koichi

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 07:15 PM
@GhostDIGIT

What are your closing thoughts on the OG Yandere that is Yukako Yamagishi?

Seika
May 27th, 2016, 07:17 PM
a familiar song
Also, yeah, you'd probably have to get DP to do a thing at least initially.


What kind of fucked up sales model is that?
I guess one that works, given how long that thing's been sold and updated?


Please promise that we won't ever get like button functionality, even if this thing is implemented.
Personally, I'd probably put that to a poll (democracy!) but who knows what the staff would decide as a body?

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 07:19 PM
@GhostDIGIT

What are your closing thoughts on the OG Yandere that is Yukako Yamagishi?
more sadistic torture discipline please koichi's balls aren't fully grown yet

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 07:20 PM
i dont get why i get associated with edge


*edge intensifies*

I mean, why do you think?

GhostDIGIT
May 27th, 2016, 07:21 PM
this ending is so good for some reason

Skull
May 27th, 2016, 07:23 PM
more sadistic torture discipline please koichi's balls aren't fully grown yet
Don't worry, the arcs focusing on him haven't ended yet. More punishment is yet to come.

???: "Do you have any tissues?"
Koichi: "Uh no, why do you ask?"
???: *Punches Koichi's face so hard his nose starts bleeding* "Here, I thought you might need some."

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 07:32 PM
dude let's be honest i'm pretty sure half the people who call you edgy are just going from your posts because they don't read what you write

This is a needlessly rude thing to say to a writer and you should know that.

Raylen Cypher
May 27th, 2016, 07:32 PM
I should really get back to learning Japanese.

I'm happy at times when I can definitely get what's going on in one shot. Like so:

http://i.imgur.com/uJcQAnm.png

AsGryffynn
May 27th, 2016, 07:46 PM
Can someone do an impression of how FGO would look if it was localized?

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 07:49 PM
What do you mean impression

AsGryffynn
May 27th, 2016, 08:35 PM
Artist's impression...

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 08:35 PM
other than it being in a different language, (maybe the voice acting too but maybe not)
not much different muffin

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 08:39 PM
It would presumably look the same aside from translated text

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 08:43 PM
Saber Lancer looks like Kate Upton in it.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 08:53 PM
dude let's be honest i'm pretty sure half the people who call you edgy are just going from your posts because they don't read what you write

Thanks for telling me something I already know.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 08:55 PM
Now I feel bad, sorry schrap
Hey Schrapnel, what would you say are your best stories?

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 08:55 PM
I've read some of your stuff, Shrapnel. Don't feel bad.

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 08:57 PM
This is a needlessly rude thing to say to a writer and you should know that.

You mean he does know it.

And I've said it about myself here before, so...

Hardly anybody reads what I write. Just the way it is.

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And I don't feel bad about it when I myself don't read most of what others' write, as well.

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 09:04 PM
There's still just something to be said for trying not to demoralize writers who are doing it for free, even if you opt not to be part of their audience, is all I was saying.

Frostyvale
May 27th, 2016, 09:07 PM
Well good job, sounds like everyone's come to terms with their reality.

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 09:11 PM
I remember when I used to read fanfics vigorously

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 09:34 PM
Now I feel bad, sorry schrap
Hey Schrapnel, what would you say are your best stories?

To answer your question (warning: spoilers):

Don't have one, but if I had to choose it would have been either Caged No More or Twelfth Apostle.

Caged No More is the story of Attack on Titan from Annie, Ymir, and Krista's perspectives where I (tried) to weave more Norse Mythology into the story. It started with me just wanting to write a 'one-shot' about Annie revealing herself as a Titan. My own version of what was depicted in the anime and manga, which also featured bits from Mikasa's perspective. After that, I did a Ymir one based upon a doujin where I did from the time she first turns back into a human to where she first meets Krista. Then, I decided, why not do one for Krista?

It just grew bigger from there. Also my biggest story thus far at 140,000 words in length. Which I've subsequently deleted and re-uploaded new versions of over the past 4 years.

Really not the best, but just the one I feel like I spent the most time on.

Twelfth Apostle is a 'what-if Marida didn't die'. It's a touching story that I'd like to finish sometime but haven't had the motivation. It's about Marida coming to terms that she's now free to live her life. It's also a coming of age story, and about how despite the world being so ugly, that there's still good to be found. Not much to say, other than it (at one point, before I deleted that portion) dipped deep into things like what war can do to a person, what 'family' really means, and what it's like trying to keep going despite the hardships you may (or might have) face(d).

Prix with a Silent X
May 27th, 2016, 09:35 PM
Too few people return the effort of reading who then get discouraged that no one is reading their stuff. Same old song about reciprocity, so on and so forth.

Zurvan
May 27th, 2016, 09:39 PM
Prix you better finish your fanfic...
Or I will find you, and I will tickle you

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Twelfth Apostle sounds good, do you happen to still have that last deleted bit somewhere?

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 10:01 PM
Twelfth Apostle sounds good, do you happen to still have that last deleted bit somewhere?

Gimme a sec to pull what I have

LJ3
May 27th, 2016, 10:09 PM
>grocery store using Trump memes to sell wine

okay

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 10:11 PM
>grocery store using Trump memes to sell wine

okay
Burn the store down

LJ3
May 27th, 2016, 10:28 PM
Arson is bad

I don't know if it's actually illegal for a big business to endorse a candidate, or that most don't to avoid pissing people off.

i don't do politics

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 10:29 PM
Gimme a sec to pull what I have

almost done compiling it all...

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 10:32 PM
Arson is bad

I don't know if it's actually illegal for a big business to endorse a candidate, or that most don't to avoid pissing people off.

i don't do politics
I mean they do literally endorse candidates. With money

Laserman
May 27th, 2016, 10:42 PM
I mean you usually hear people endorse candidates, not whole businesses.

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 10:44 PM
I was referring to businesses actively funding them.

mewarmo990
May 27th, 2016, 10:52 PM
oh wait snow and glow are two separate users

SeiKeo
May 27th, 2016, 10:53 PM
:confused:

Spinach
May 27th, 2016, 10:55 PM
oh wait snow and glow are two separate users

http://i.imgur.com/LvszsND.png

just Beamu
May 27th, 2016, 10:56 PM
oh wait snow and glow are two separate users
They aren't even all that similar? And what made you realize anyway

Historia
May 27th, 2016, 10:58 PM
Twelfth Apostle sounds good, do you happen to still have that last deleted bit somewhere?

Note: This is only the beginning of it.

Look on the past fondly and keep your head held high for what lies in store for the future.

Spitting up blood, grasping at anything she was able to, she tried to hold on as the world keep on spinning, threatening to scramble her insides. The hit had been head-on and devastating. She was rolling.

Spinning and twisting and jostling through space, her small body being slammed into the bulkhead of the escape pod behind her, the cockpit filling with the sound of cracking as something gave and the alarms blared in her ears. Directly. Dangerously close.

Her helmeted head was pressed against the speaker, its booming intensity rupturing her eardrum. Gritting her teeth, she pulled away and hit her chair, grabbing onto it and supporting herself as liquid oozed from her ear and began to drip. Listening to the plunk as whatever it was hit the thermoplastic glass of her helmet, she wheezed and gagged. It was then she realized: the world was no longer spinning.

Her Qubeley was floating silently, non-essential systems shut off. The speakers were no longer blaring. None of the lights were on and she reached down for her emergency flashlight. Barely big enough to fit in her hand, she shone it around the small space and assessed the damage.

Everything was in relatively working condition besides the majority of communications and feeds. Broken, their screens smashed by the force of the missile's impact and her own body. The ones that did work were blank, the only thing in her Qubeley's view being the darkness of space.

Don't be afraid.

She'd been knocked farther away from the battle than she'd thought. Wherever she was drifting, it was quiet. Nothing was supposed to be in the immediate area, or so her Qubeley's sensors indicated and yet…

Everything's going to be alright.

She looked around. Nobody else but herself. Nothing else but the fuzzing of her Qubeley's speakers and the static on her feeds. Though, she'd thought someone had just spoken to her. Faintly, like a whisper. Knocking on the side of her helmet, she shook her head.

They'll find you soon.

"Find me?" she said aloud, looking at her Qubeley's area radar. Nothing. Her feeds continued to show the vastness of space, no matter which one she looked at. Sitting down in her chair, she chuckled. She was going to die alone in the coldness of space, aimlessly drifting like debris from a leftover battle.

Debris…

Going to her navigation system, she punched in coordinates to Master's base, getting the general location rather than a pin-pointed absolute. Which could only mean that it was destroyed. As she curled up in the chair, the compressed air around her growing all the more thinner, colder, she heard the whispering again.

It's still there, it said.

Go there, it told her.

Her hand moved for her Qubeley's controls and jerked away in the same instance—there was no point. It was gone and no self-conscious voice in her head was going to convince her otherwise. She could hope and hope, but out in the nothingness of space she was already dead. Just waiting for the inevitable. Giving up was the only thing she could do now—there was nowhere else for her to go.

Give up? You never give up!

She looked up. That hadn't come from inside her head. It'd been loud and clear, but wasn't coming from the speakers, either. Slowly, it picked up in volume. Steadily, it became something she could make sense of. A voice that was… somewhat frustrated and encouraging at the same time. All around her. She looked at her Qubeley's area radar again. Nothing in the vicinity. Of course. Her sisters… contacting her… What a cruel joke. After all, all of them were…

Don't cry. It's not like you to cry!

Collapsed on the controls of her Qubeley, she felt something touch her hand. Something... pleasant. It was warm and so very… familiar. Eyes watering, her head jerked up to reveal the glowing figure of a girl who'd been so timid in life and couldn't look more cheerful in death if she tried. Her smile was the most radiant thing about her; it alone seeming to illuminate the entire cockpit. So much that she had to shield her eyes from the brightness.

"Don't give up," Ple Eleven told her, shaking her head. Helping her to her feet, she stared out into the space around them. After a moment, she pointed in a direction that matched the one on the navigation system. "Silly, it's right over there." Guiding her hands to the controls, she turned the Qubeley in the direction. "You're the one who taught me to not be afraid, so now's my chance to teach you. Don't give up, alright?"

She continued to smile as her spirit faded, dissolving in as many twinkling stars that shined around them, and when the last of her light was about to leave her, she gave one last farewell.

"You still have maneuvers to perfect with me. I'll be waiting for you until then!"

Reaching her hand out to the light that was now gone, she grasped at nothing and looked at her hand. "Don't go…" she whispered, bringing the hand to her chest. And, staying her tears, she grabbed her Qubeley's controls and started her thrusters. No matter what was left of Master's base, there was no turning back. No giving up. No crying.

She had someone waiting for her, after all.


----


Ple Seven closed Ple Eleven's cockpit hatch and floated back towards the staging area platform, one hand on the railing while her other adjusted the helmet of her normal suit. She flipped on her comlink and gave her the thumbs up. She backed up as soon as her partner started powering on her mobile suit, the single eye of her Qubeley faintly glowing with a purplish light. It moved around hesitantly from side to side. Eventually, the Qubeley lurched forward, hitting the railing. Over the comlink, Ple Eleven was frantic. Ple Seven wondered how her personality developed the way it had. Her… reluctance… was...

She cracked a smile. "Don't sweat it," she told her. "Pull back… away from the railing. Slowly, yeah, like that." She held up her hands and guided her younger sister until she'd done as instructed. Going to the other side of the railing, she pointed down at the launch pad her Qubeley would attach itself to, then at the hanger bay doors and the vacuum of space outside. "Secure your Qubeley's feet to the pad and then, when I give the signal, I want you to propel yourself forward and launch. Once you're out there, do a couple of basic maneuvers for me." She looked back at her and waved. "Think you can do that?"

"Uh-huh! R-right! And once I'm done with the maneuvers, t-then what?"

"I'll join you, that's what."


"Ple Eleven, launching…!"

Ple Seven turned away as her partner flew past, the heat from her Qubeley's thrusters felt even as she was already out the hanger bay doors. Her grey mobile suit became just an insignificant speck in the vastness of space then, and Ple Seven called her on the comlink again, telling her to start performing the basic maneuvers after she'd situated herself. Content with her partner's steady progress thus far, she leaned back on the railing. After watching her partner for a time, she heard someone approaching and looked over, blinking upon who it was. The eldest sister herself.

"Seven, I need to speak with you," she said, briefly watching Ple Eleven in her Qubeley do some type of barrel-roll. "Whatever you're doing here can wait." Ple Eleven's Qubeley weaved in and out of an imaginary debris field and did another barrel-roll.

"Is it about that hateful glare you got going for you?"

Her older sister's eyes went to her like two funnel beams boring into her head. "I'm not the type for tasteless remarks."

"Yeah, you're right, that's more Six's style." She checked in on Ple Eleven, getting confirmation that she was "just fine" and "comfortable", then: "She'll laugh at someone getting blow up." Her hands came together then came apart. "Poof."

"Enough of your games," Ple Two snapped, getting closer. "Listen to me. I sense a presence, not one of us, and it… agitates me," she whispered.

"If it's Master you're talking about..."

Ple Two shook her head. "No, not Glemy." Her hand curled into a fist. "Every once in a while, at the back of my mind, I feel this presence. It's very faint."

"Maybe Four can help you. She's—"

"Politely declined. Three said if she felt anything, she'd tell me. Five and Six don't care. Eight through Twelve… I haven't spoken with."

"You want me to help you… what?"

"If you ever feel something at the back of your mind that you can't explain, I want you to tell me. There's… something familiar about it."

She shrugged. "And if I don't?"

"If you or any of the others don't feel anything, then it's only affecting me."

"So, does this mean you'll be warming up to the rest of us from now on?" She did a half turn. "Whenever we eat you always sit by yourself. The younger ones give you… odd stares…"

"Nine glares at me. Your point?"

"You notice?"

She scowled. "What makes you so…"

"Easygoing?"

"Annoying."


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Dodging asteroids and other space debris, she went from the navigation system to the Master's base right in front of her.

The base had been built into the side of one of the larger asteroids in the area and housed all of she and her sisters' means of living, from their quarters to their Qubeleys that were docked in the hanger. As she came closer, slowly, there was indication of a battle having been fought, scorch marks and impact craters that weren't natural covering the asteroid and the others surrounding it. She heard chatter on her communications systems and hid behind one of the asteroids closest, turning off any systems that'd give her presence away.

The base was still standing, like her younger sister had said. It wasn't gone, but, it wasn't safe to enter, either. Lights appeared from the hanger and she watched as two Zeon mobile suits left it. When they were far enough out of range she eased her Qubeley into the hanger and unholstered her sidearm, making sure the area was clear before opening her hatch and floating to the platform below. Looking around, the hanger was a mess.

What could she have possibly hoped to find besides a ruined home? Turning back to her Qubeley, she wondered if she should just try her luck with whatever awaited her in space.

Don't give up—her sister's words came to her then. She gripped her sidearm. That's right, there was no turning back. She had to keep going. Going back to the platform, she looked at the spare Qubeleys lined up in their rows, seeing that most of them had been sabotaged or flat out ripped apart and rendered useless.

Could it have been Haman's forces? Or the Federation?

The two Zeon mobile suits that'd left earlier had the color scheme of Master's forces, so… that meant they'd held off whichever side had attacked the base… Yet, still something felt strange…

As she carefully made her way towards the door that led into the rest of the base, she examined the damaged Qubeleys further.

Their cockpits had been shot through with projectiles and she could see blood splatters through some of the larger holes. Hardening her resolve, she went to the nearest one and peeked inside. Immediately, she pulled away and hit the railing. Her hands were shaking, eyes wide as she didn't want to think that what she'd seen to be real.

A Ple clone she didn't recognize was in the cockpit, her normal suit's torso punctured full of bullet holes and her mouth agape, eyes glossy and lifeless. Someone had killed her and her eyes darted between the other Qubeleys as her mind imagined mutilated bodies in each and every one of their cockpits.

Remains of sisters she hadn't met yet.

That meant there were more of them somewhere. Not in the hanger, but the further in the base. It looks like the one she'd seen had tried in vain to escape from something, but… what? She heard footsteps and scrambled behind her dead sister's Qubeley, holding her breath as they came closer. One, no… two people. Male. She picked up on their conversation.

"These children, I can't believe there's so many of them." The first one to speak had a deep voice and by the sounds of it was totting a rifle of some type in his hands. His boots clanked on the platform. "It makes you think what that creepy bastard had in store for them. What he was going to use them for…" He sounded middle-aged, a slight strain to his voice inside his helmet.

"You didn't know? His own personal army against Haman, but that plan fell through the moment he died." The other sounded far younger. She heard him click and unclick a weapon at his side like it was a toy. "Which is why we're purging them in the first place. No more use for 'em."

She heard him stop and lean against the railing in front of the Qubeley she was hiding behind. Oxygen filled the hanger again, one of them having pressed the controls that'd shut the hanger launch-bay doors. She heard the younger man sigh as he removed his helmet. A moment later, the older man did the same. There was a sound of a lighter being lit. A trail of smoke.

"You shouldn't—"

"What? It's not like there's anyone else here besides us."

"I mean it's bad for your health."

"You and your 'it's not healthy to…' whatever bullshit," the younger man clicked his tongue and exhaled. A brief silence elapsed and she thought she heard him laugh, but it'd sounded more like a hoarse wheeze. "You know these clones, there's one thing they're good for, though. Besides target practice, of course." The older man said something in disgust. "Oh come on man! You can't tell me you haven't thought about doing it yourself at least once? It's like nothing you've ever felt before." He laughed again. "Snug."

"How can you be so casual about it…?" The older man's boots clanked on the platform, approaching the cockpit of the Qubeley. "These children… they're not objects for you to—"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Maris! I know you have a wife and kid, but come on! It's not like these little shits are human! They're clones!"

"That doesn't change the fact that they're still children!" the older man shouted back, and she heard him curse the younger man under his breath. He seemed to string his rifle across his shoulder and enter the cockpit. "Such a shame…"

"What do you think you're doing! It's dead! Oh, you're not gonna do your prayer bullshit again, are you?!"
Shifting her position, her sidearm hit the Qubeley and the sound reverberated inside the hanger as she heard the younger man curse.

"It sounded like it came from the suit…"

She held her breath and cursed her own stupidity as he approached. He sniffed and it sounded as if he were checking the inside of the cockpit. He fired off two shots.

"There. If it wasn't dead, it sure is now! You even closed its eyes and shit! What's up with that?" He jumped back to the platform and holstered his weapon. "Alright, break's over! Time to head back or the commander will roast us!"

"Right…" The older man's voice was sour.

"Ah, cheer up!" The younger man clasped him on the back. Just then, the oxygen left the hanger as the two of them put their helmets back on.

She heard them start to leave and dared to peek. They hadn't noticed her. She was about to go back behind the Qubeley just in case when she heard something. A voice fiery as molten steel.

Don't let them…

The shortest and most outspoken of her sisters' materialized before her down on the platform. Her eyes were fixated on their dead sister in the cockpit. Her fists were tightly clenched, her teeth grinding as her hatred boiled to its extremes. It was even stronger than when Master had died.

You can't just let them go.

Don't let them get away!

These… these… bastards don't deserve to just walk away!

And, before she could react, her sidearm was aimed at the younger one's backside. Ple Nine was beside her, touching a hand to hers. Guiding her fingers toward the trigger and gently upward.

"There. His head. Don't miss. Remember, he deserves it."

The only thing she felt was the slight recoil as the spent casing left the chamber. The compacted thud as it hit the younger man's helmet and the soft flesh underneath, bone and tissue coming out the other side as he fell forward in shock. Before his body even hit the ground her sidearm had moved on to the older man.

Another spent casing.

Another corpse.

Ple Nine was now satisfied, looking upon the two dead men, standing over their bodies. She turned to her and nodded in the direction of the door, then looked back towards the Qubeley and their dead sister inside of it. Two bullet holes were in her forehead. Blood was floating from the wounds an forming into clotted clumps in the lack of oxygen and drifting away from the cockpit. The clumps floated between the two of them as she spoke again.

"She's waiting for you."

She felt something push her from behind and glanced over her shoulder.

"Don't slow down. She's waiting for you…" Ple Nine crossed her arms and nodded again toward the door as she pushed her forward a second time. Turning back around, her sister smugly egged her on one final time.

"When you get back, I'll definitely beat you! Just you wait and see!"

After she started to walk again, Ple Nine's spirit had disappeared.

Stepping over the corpses of the two men, she made the mistake of looking the older one in the eyes. She vomited in her mouth and tripped, smacking down hard on the platform, her sidearm skidding over its edge. Don't slow down. Remembering her Ple Nine's pain and anger, her frustration, she tried her best to expel the right and wrong of her actions from her mind and continued forward, holding onto the railing all the way to door.

Looking back one last time, she said a pray regardless for the older man. The younger one; she shared the same sentiments as her younger sister. He deserved what he'd gotten. A bullet to the brain, gurgling on his own blood until he choked and—no, she couldn't think that way. She wasn't… like that…

She wasn't going to turn into a person like him. No chance in hell.

The door closing shut behind her, she inhaled deeply as soon as her helmet was off. Staring at the mixture of sweat, vomit, blood, and other bodily fluids soaked into it, she threw it against the wall. Pulling the lighter and a cigarette she'd taken from that bastard's corpse, she flicked it on and off, holding the cigarette to her mouth.

A way to cope with death.

A way to cope with killing in cold-blood, up-close, personal, and something rawer than what she'd ever felt inside her Qubeley.

Unexposed.

She coughed, doubling over, hacking up spit. Throwing it to the ground, she continued to cough. It had tasted awful. Yet, as she stared down at herself, flexing her fingers, they were no longer shaking. It'd calmed her down; lured her mind away from the torment of killing and the pain of death. The stress, the regret, the anxiety. It'd numbed her senses for the briefest of moments and she wiped her mouth. Peering down the hallway, she wondered what awaited her further inside as she clutched at the lighter still in her hand.

Whoever it was, was waiting for her.

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"She really looks up to you."

Ple Two kept her eyes on her two younger sisters as they left the hanger, the door closing shut behind them. Her sleeved was ruined now. "Is that how you see it? And why do you think that…?"

"You're more thickheaded than I thought…" she said with a chuckle, fiddling with her comlink.

"Don't patronize me, Seven."

"I wasn't. It's just…"—she scratched her cheek—"If you noticed the way she looks at you all the time, then how can you not notice it? Nine admires you. I bet Nine is the one who looks up to you the most."

"And her hostility towards me is her way of showing affection? That's—"

"Frustration."

"Excuse me?"

Ple Seven shook her head, "She's frustrated because you're such a stiff. That smug, 'I'm more superior than you losers' face you make don't help either. In addition to the scowling…" Touching her comlink, Ple Seven then ordered Ple Eleven to bring her Qubeley in for landing, telling her it was time for a short break. She went back to her, "Come on, it's not time for a meal or anything, but this is as good an opportunity as any. We'll bring Eleven along too."

Ple Two watched her go past with ire. "What are you planning?"

Her younger sister shrugged as she looked over her shoulder. "You'll see." She tossed her the comlink. "Take over for me! You need the interaction!" Halfway down the walkway now, she abruptly stopped. "Oh… and, Two?" She looked back with a smile. "Be nice to her!"

"Wait, you—!"

But, watching her leave the hanger like Ple's Nine and Twelve before, Ple Seven was gone.

Just as Ple Eleven's Qubeley came boosting in to her docking position, she went to the railing and put her hands on it, looking out into the darkness of space. The stars. There were so many of them.


----


Steeling herself, she dared another cigarette to further calm her nerves for what she was about to do...

Look forward and keep going… no matter what happens.

LJ3
May 27th, 2016, 11:38 PM
so as I was shopping for Father's Day cards, ignoring the plethora of shitty Garfield cards, I thought of something. There must be licensed cards of popular anime/manga right, at least in Japan?

because I would buy the shit out of Type Moon birthday cards.

Trubo
May 28th, 2016, 10:58 AM
Looks like the site is back up

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 11:08 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOY7hh_KplE&amp;list=RDIOY7hh_KplE
If they ever make a servant Hatshepsut I want her to be like this.

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oh wait snow and glow are two separate users

I thought you and McJon were the same person, it's okay.

Skull
May 28th, 2016, 11:23 AM
I had a bizarre dream last night. I was back at school, but most of my classmates were DBZ characters...

Laserman
May 28th, 2016, 11:41 AM
I had a bizarre dream last night. I was back at school, but most of my classmates were DBZ characters...
Sounds like a fun dream.

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 11:50 AM
I had a weird dream the other night, that I was talking to this girl as she knew the phrase "sono-hi to sadame!" maybe I just want to go out with Jonathan

Peanut-007
May 28th, 2016, 11:51 AM
I had a terrifying dream last night that I talked to a girl in real life.

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 12:00 PM
Sounds scary.

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Anyone know why the site was down?

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 12:00 PM
I had a pretty terrifying dream about Kyubey, now that I think about it. I thought I didn't remember, but then...

Mostly though I would like to petition to trade weather with someone for whom it's still winter.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 12:01 PM
I haven't dreamt in years...

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Sounds scary.

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Anyone know why the site was down?

because life hates me

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 12:02 PM
Sounds scary.

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Anyone know why the site was down?

I don't have confirmation, but I talked to mAc about it and what happened last time was that there's a backup script that runs every night on BL. However, sometimes it runs out of room because of how Dark Pulse set it up, so I think he has to be hailed to fix it.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 12:02 PM
Thanks schrap btw, will read it all soon

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 12:02 PM
I had a pretty terrifying dream about Kyubey, now that I think about it. I thought I didn't remember, but then...

Mostly though I would like to petition to trade weather with someone for whom it's still winter.
They call it a "dream" right. Mahou shoujo prix.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 12:09 PM
Heh, I came home, and half a minute later it starts raining, that's cool

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wait a minute, snow wanted to do a thing
and some time later the site dies
Snow, I want answers

Lace
May 28th, 2016, 12:10 PM
http://i.imgur.com/4qKPlb2.jpg

AHAAHAHAH

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 12:11 PM
The last memorable one I've had was:

I was living in an apartment, and while it wasn't my actual apartment I felt like it was. Then it somehow got sold under me to a grumpy high-school girl who went in before I even started moving and rummaged through my cupboards, calling my cooking ingredients and utensils 'trash'. I was very pissed off, but unable to do anything.

Then the story somehow shifted to her two sisters, one of which was Robin Wright looking like she did in Princess Bride and the other had black hair and a bob and dressed in 30's fashion. Someone was bugging Robin and she wanted to escape her parent's house. The other sister was rejected by a guy for Robin and then met a huge beast creature on the street and she and the beast fell in love. That had a nice scene of the two of them facing each other from each side of the dream screen, with a pink/orange sunset in the background.

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 12:21 PM
The last memorable one I've had was:

I was living in an apartment, and while it wasn't my actual apartment I felt like it was. Then it somehow got sold under me to a grumpy high-school girl who went in before I even started moving and rummaged through my cupboards, calling my cooking ingredients and utensils 'trash'. I was very pissed off, but unable to do anything.

Then the story somehow shifted to her two sisters, one of which was Robin Wright looking like she did in Princess Bride and the other had black hair and a bob and dressed in 30's fashion. Someone was bugging Robin and she wanted to escape her parent's house. The other sister was rejected by a guy for Robin and then met a huge beast creature on the street and she and the beast fell in love. That had a nice scene of the two of them facing each other from each side of the dream screen, with a pink/orange sunset in the background.

That's incredible.

Mine was basically about Kyubey being even more amoral and disgusting than he is. And something I think about Sayaka stopping him because he's gross and she deserves to kill him.

And b1b, I don't have a wish so I'm safe.

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 12:46 PM
selling my dreams for hookers and blow

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 12:47 PM
selling my dreams for hookers and blow

rip

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 12:54 PM
oops I meant hookahs and blow

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ow Mei is v cute

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 12:57 PM
She's pure evil.

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:04 PM
ow Mei is v cute


MEI

http://i.imgur.com/PfgQcjk.png

best girl is McCree btw, I self insert as her

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 01:05 PM
me spin petri + lads just had a 7 hour straight ow session

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 01:09 PM
I didn't like the designs when I first saw them but I really like them now.

I'll try to badger a few friends into trying it out with me.

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:11 PM
You have a few friends right here (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/5347-Overwatch-Blizzard-FPS-!)

Lace
May 28th, 2016, 01:11 PM
best girl is McCree btw, I self insert as her

you would play mccree huh

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:14 PM
you would play mccree huh

what are you saying, that an insult, bub?

see me at high noon

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 01:16 PM
Spin: I want to go to sleep
Us: You can't sleep until you get play of the game
Literally instantly High Noons 4 people and gets play of the game when the match ends

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 01:17 PM
You have a few friends right here (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/5347-Overwatch-Blizzard-FPS-!)

I'm quite sure people are still recovering from my LoL performance.

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:17 PM
and that's how the west was won

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I'm quite sure people are still recovering from my LoL performance.

can't be worse than my new years LoL showing

Sesto
May 28th, 2016, 01:17 PM
apparently you can change the in-game voice language
japanese mei is really cute

SeiKeo
May 28th, 2016, 01:21 PM
and that's how the west was won

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can't be worse than my new years LoL showing
it wasn't

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 01:21 PM
mine was also bad so we've got a thing going

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:22 PM
it wasn't

you had fun though right

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 01:23 PM
I had fun!

If we're talking about NY, that is.

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:24 PM
that's what really counts

SeiKeo
May 28th, 2016, 01:25 PM
you had fun though right
yeah

Lace
May 28th, 2016, 01:27 PM
what are you saying, that an insult, bub?

see me at high noon

literally D.VAs nemesis

Spinach
May 28th, 2016, 01:27 PM
Good.

I'm going to sleep now. Night my friends.

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 01:30 PM
literally D.VAs nemesis

Isn't boosting to Widowmakers and ruining their day the best?

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I'm going to sleep now. Night my friends.

night night

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 01:31 PM
Good night Lettuce.

Lace
May 28th, 2016, 01:34 PM
Isn't boosting to Widowmakers and ruining their day the best?

ya omg

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 03:13 PM
No one appreciates BL. It dies all night and then none of us care about its resurrection.

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 03:23 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94JOI12nR-M
This is cool.

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Not like your usual trashy metal covers, the way the melodies fit together is really awesome.

Skull
May 28th, 2016, 03:27 PM
The black cat walks down the country lane, unperturbed by the thunder and lightning surrounding it...

Today's random observations.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 03:31 PM
video
This is cool.

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Not like your usual trashy metal covers, the way the melodies fit together is really awesome.

why is the thumbnail featuring dark souls though?
False advertising clickbait

DISLIKED MUHAHAHAHAHA

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 03:48 PM
why is the thumbnail featuring dark souls though?
False advertising clickbait

DISLIKED MUHAHAHAHAHA
it's because people die so much in got

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.
ah, j-pop, you are so amazing and weird

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 03:51 PM
I feel like posting, but no one cares about anything I'll say

so I'll try and channel my inner kirby
here goes nothing
http://amazinganimalstories.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/super-cute-animals-awsomelycute-com-01586.jpg


http://cdn.earthporm.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/cute-animals-hokkaido-ezo-japan-5.jpg

https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/11201520_1473532876290501_524474604_n.jpg?ig_cache _key=MTAzNDQ5NDAxOTI0ODc4OTA3NA%3D%3D.2

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Ghost buddy!

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 03:53 PM
ayyye

Skull
May 28th, 2016, 04:10 PM
So I realised that the upcoming game "Zero Time Dilemma" was a thing today, and then I saw what I never knew I needed...

http://gematsu.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/ZTD-Overview_02-16-16_003.jpg (https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwiD3o7Ow_3MAhVpIsAKHS-ZBnoQjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fgematsu.com%2F2016%2F02%2Fzero-time-dilemma-fully-unveiled-march&psig=AFQjCNH4Dof2UPymT3r-nfa1bQbWHOBdQw&ust=1464546738469290)

<3

just Beamu
May 28th, 2016, 04:11 PM
No one appreciates BL. It dies all night and then none of us care about its resurrection.
I would have appreciated but was away working when it came back

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 05:16 PM
http://i.imgur.com/GZymTgl.png
tfw your date of birth has changed

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:22 PM
No one appreciates BL. It dies all night and then none of us care about its resurrection.

I know of no other places where BL members communicate, so no way of finding refuge or notification.

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 05:23 PM
Leap Day infants.

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I know of no other places where BL members communicate, so no way of finding refuge or notification.

twitter and irc

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:23 PM
why is the thumbnail featuring dark souls though?
False advertising clickbait

DISLIKED MUHAHAHAHAHA
Because the guy does a lot of dark souls stuff.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:27 PM
Leap Day infants.

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twitter and irc

What's irc?

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 05:29 PM
Mmm I wonder
Like this I can say whatever i like and no one will ever know
Who is the oldest active bl member?


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so much for that

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:30 PM
Is there actually anyone past their early 30s?

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 05:30 PM
What's irc?

check this for more info
http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/6415-notes-IRC-channel-for-your-BL-chatting-needs

that and being called hobo

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:33 PM
The real question is what does IRC stand for?

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Internet-Rsomething-Channel?

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 05:34 PM
Internet Relay Chat

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Children, honestly.

Strife ❤️
May 28th, 2016, 05:35 PM
What's irc?

Something that was ancient when the world wide web was still young.

ok it predates the web by like two years

Kirby
May 28th, 2016, 05:37 PM
Wait what, jesus

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:37 PM
For some reason it's still survived tho.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:38 PM
I've always wondered what the acronym stood for. I've never used it before obviously.

On that train of thought: BL.

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:39 PM
Bozu luvu.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:41 PM
Bozu luvu.

Arashi's description of RT comes to mind.

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 05:42 PM
Rambunctious Tits

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 05:44 PM
Schrap, I need more
Don't end it like this... ;_;

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 05:47 PM
I've done it! I've disabled Cortana, that CPU taking bitch!

SeiKeo
May 28th, 2016, 05:49 PM
By the way the oldest person on BL is at least 40ish.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 05:49 PM
active member?
who?

just Beamu
May 28th, 2016, 05:50 PM
Internet Relay Chat

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Children, honestly.
I take offense I am an internet baby yet I know these things

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:52 PM
Rambunctious Tits


If you go into 7th and don't realize that 100% shitposting and not-so-secret homoerotic crushes on other members is the norm, you're going to be very lost in sarcasm and strange flirting.

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MrJoker
May 28th, 2016, 05:52 PM
Cortana is best personal assistant, better than that Siri thing.

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 05:53 PM
Cortana is best personal assistant, better than that Siri thing.
Anything unnecessary that takes up my CPU shall be eliminated.

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:54 PM
I first started using forums somewhere between age 5-10, can't place the exact date myself. Didn't get fb till last year tho.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:54 PM
Thus, conviently ironic acronym.

MrJoker
May 28th, 2016, 05:55 PM
Anything unnecessary that takes up my CPU shall be eliminated.
CPU is god I guess, how else would best girl ***** be animated 100%.

just Beamu
May 28th, 2016, 05:56 PM
Thus, conviently ironic acronym.

what if they aren't being ironic tho

black1blade
May 28th, 2016, 05:57 PM
Also yeah once I do get a PC, fuck cortana and all that other shit on windows 10. Would I have any problems dual booting a PC with linux if it was pre-installed with W10? I mean I know W10 would still have 100% access to all my files and stuff but games>privacy and having linux on a PC is nice as you can see how fast it really is without the bloat that is windows.

Snow
May 28th, 2016, 05:57 PM
Worse things to be than a tit.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 05:58 PM
I first started using forums somewhere between age 5-10, can't place the exact date myself. Didn't get fb till last year tho.

Beast's Lair is definitely my first forum to mainly use.

...you guys better take responsibility.

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 05:58 PM
attack on titan parodies are better than the actual show

MrJoker
May 28th, 2016, 05:59 PM
Also yeah once I do get a PC, fuck cortana and all that other shit on windows 10. Would I have any problems dual booting a PC with linux if it was pre-installed with W10? I mean I know W10 would still have 100% access to all my files and stuff but games>privacy and having linux on a PC is nice as you can see how fast it really is without the bloat that is windows.
Honestly if you create a partition there shouldn't be any problems, get an external hard drive or a usb disk that can hold a shit load of data and boot it up that way; should be a guide for it a google away.

GhostDIGIT
May 28th, 2016, 05:59 PM
Beast's Lair is definitely my first forum to mainly use.

...you guys better take responsibility.
Nothing we can do to you that the rest of the internet hasn't done.

Raylen Cypher
May 28th, 2016, 06:01 PM
what if they aren't being ironic tho

Then it's appropriate.

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Nothing we can do to you that the rest of the internet hasn't done.

I differ to beg.

MrJoker
May 28th, 2016, 06:09 PM
Can't be worse than pre-2012 4chan tbh, that place used to be bad but then again it isn't a forum heh.

Zurvan
May 28th, 2016, 06:40 PM
Are there many people that use the What's new button

Prix with a Silent X
May 28th, 2016, 06:54 PM
I use What's New when none of my subscribed topics are updating and I'm bored.