Friday Fan-Work: Scared Straight

Written by TheChoujinVirus

Happy Friday evening everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin. Going to give you a share of a story I managed to make for my writing class.

I decided to write something that was silly but referenced the other two stories and just something I wanted to do. Not all stories have to be something epic or thought provoking. Sometimes, a writer just wants to write a random ditty and that’s that.

So for tonight’s enjoyment, I believe I got a story for you all to enjoy that fits that narrative. So sit back, get a drink or a snack and enjoy this story: The Audit

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Friday Fan-Work: The Audit

Written by TheChoujinVirus

Hey everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here and with a new piece of short story fiction writing from my class. With Halloween upon us, I wrote this story that focuses us on the underworld or whatever it was. I’ve always enjoyed the idea and tried to take notes from my Ryulong story. It’s not bad, but I felt a bit overambitious on the plotline (Fear not, I’ll be revising that story in the future.)

With that, sit back, relax and enjoy The Audit

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(Late) Friday Fan-Work: Ryulong Tale of a Hero

Sunday upload?! I’m sure some of you have been wondering what kind of sorcery is this?
Well, I managed to get this little project completed. It’s late but better than not posting it.

For those curious, my writing class had us doing some storywriting and this little thing popped up out of nowhere from some other short stories I made ago that led to it’s inspiration.

Hopefully it may be good enough that it may be made into more stories atm. Anyway, sit back, grab a snack and enjoy.

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Friday Fan-Work: Concrete Atrium

Written By TheChoujinVirus

Happy Friday everyone, this is ya boy Choujin here. I got some good news and some bad news.

Bad news is I got some classes so it affects some good news, but I’ve decided to try another new thing: Showing off my writing prompts from said class. It’s a Writing Class so it’s something simple

Today’s first prompt is themed this: Painting a Room with words.

That’s something that we had to do in our class. To write up something to describe words for a room.

With that, enjoy what I wrote for a class.

Concrete Atrium

There are rooms people pride themselves in, but one room out there is something nobody has, but one I own. A small jungle forest, hidden behind cement, wood, and plaster. Separated by the rough cement pavement floor are small jungles of exotic plants of varying sizes. An Atrium room that once belonged to my great-grandparents.

Creeping ivy vines that snake across the dirt and broad leaves as stout as your arms. Alongside tower stocks of plants tower from the soil. Like giant skyscrapers to any lilliputian arthropod crawling in the ground. An old plastic fountain in the shape of a mountain, filled with dust and old paint that flaked off the ceiling. The waters that used to run now run dry, and some of the ivy will try to scale the mountain like green snakes scaling a plastic Olympias.

Alongside hanging lamps that illuminate the atrium, an old Ficus bush dwarves everything in the area. The Yggdrasil of this atrium reaching the sky and is the most prominent thing in the entire atrium. Some might wonder if it’s as old as the house itself or even older.

The only things that stand out in the atrium are its odd neighbors, an old wooden filing desk, and a metal case holding old paper from years ago. They are the only non-plants that are in the main atrium room. It’s no terrarium or the bio-dome, but this room is a jungle.

A jungle inside the concrete jungle itself.

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Friday Fan Work: Yakisoba

Heya everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here for this Friday’s fan work. Fresh from my Spring Semester of writing college. It’s something simple but it’s something you’ll enjoy. It’s a piece of non-fiction that describes my first time adulting after my great-grandfather’s passing.

With that, sit back, grab a drink and snack and enjoy the story.

Yakisoba: The Adulting Rite of Passage

Everyone throughout their lives has learned the basics of cooking a dish. Usually, something enjoyable but straightforward helps them throughout their lives. Though the first thing I learned to cook was an egg, any child can cook one. One meal I remembered so well, and I prided myself was yakisoba, or fried noodles for those who might not know what the dish is. It played an essential role in my life as it was the first authentic dish that I could cook while on my own.

I remembered my grandmother cooked this dish during my later high school and during my college years. It was pretty good when those noodles were served with cabbage, sliced up pieces of sausage, and with a side of spring rolls that complimented the dishes so well. Best of all, it was something you couldn’t get anywhere from any Chinese or Asian restaurants in the neighborhood. It was a simple dish that used two packs of ramen, some Hillshire Farms Sausage, and cabbage. My grandmother said it was nothing special, even though I really enjoyed that meal and wished I could make my own yakisoba for myself. Oh, how I was going to learn that in a positive way.

2015 was one hell of a year that sucked severely for my family; it was the year my great grandfather passed away. Though I now inherited his house, it was empty, and I was all by myself throughout that entire time. It was a low moment and something that made me feel like I had no purpose. It was also a moment that I had to learn to grow up, and it was the best time to learn to practice cooking. We usually started with things I was familiar with, such as your usual pre-packaged Hamburger Helper, Pasta Roni, and ready-to-heat pasta. This was to prove if I could follow essential recipes. Luckily I still retained that knowledge from high school cooking class. Those were easy to thrive on, but they weren’t something one would want to thrive on for the rest of their life. So one day, my grandmother asked me what I wanted to learn to cook first. I told her I didn’t know what I wanted, but I asked for something to learn that didn’t take many dishes to cook. She then suggests that I cook yakisoba.

I was flabbergasted because I asked her if it took one dish to make. She laughed at me and said that it’s “simple enough” that I could do it in a skillet all on my own. So I agreed, and we went shopping for the ingredients needed, and the next day, we began that rite of passage to cook.

I remembered how it went, how I took a pair of kitchen scissors and began to cut the sausage into smaller stout cylinders of meat. Then I prepared the skillet with some sesame oil as I began to heat up the pan. Then when everything was nice and hot, I began to place the cut sausages into the pan. The sound of the cooking sausage as my grandmother and I discussed good memories about my great-grandfather. Though I also learned a critical rule about cooking: Never take your eyes off the stove! Lucky for me the sausages weren’t burnt, so we turned the heat down as I added the parts of chopped cabbage into the dish. I hated cutting heads of cabbage as it was one massive thing, and I had to use half of the cabbage just to make the dish (I couldn’t use the whole thing as it was too much). However, I managed to fit that into my pot and eventually followed the steps for making yakisoba by placing the ramen noodles. The meal tasted well, even if the sausages were a bit overcooked. However, I did enjoy cooking this dish. I viewed me completing something this simple was the first step I viewed as a rite of passage that got me enjoying home cooking.

Over time, I’d learn to cook other things besides yakisoba, but that dish I enjoyed as it’s the first one I ever learned to cook well with. It’s also a dish I don’t mind cooking again and again. I later began to cook recipes from other things and got some excellent praises from friends and family because I can make something that could wow people. I could cook some good dishes like a turkey lo mein, chicken, or pork schnitzel. Later on, in my time, I began to take on some more adventurous ideas with the first dish I ever cooked with.

Over time, I began to improve on that dish to fit my taste and make it stand out independently. I remembered I would substitute the cabbage with coleslaw mix. I found this method to be an improvement. It meant I didn’t have to deal with a rotting half of a cabbage head. It had the just-right portion to fill that skillet without overflowing it. Sometimes I would also add in other vegetables like shredded carrots and peas. I even added some Mongolian fire oil and crushed red peppers to get that spicy flavor and footprint needed for my tastebuds. Either way, I made that yakisoba recipe my own, as it was my pride and joy that it ushered me into adulthood.

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been my life if I didn’t cook that yakisoba successful. I would imagine myself as someone that couldn’t boil water and only thriving on an egg, hot dogs, and instant food meals. It is not the life someone in their 30s should be living and something I would rather avoid thinking of right now. I do enjoy the meal, and I still cook my take of that dish of yakisoba. For if it wasn’t for that dish, I may not have been emboldened to even cook any other dish out there and thus couldn’t be viewed as a functioning adult to myself.

Plus, I really enjoy cooking for myself and others as it’s something I want the most.

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(Late) Friday Fan-Work: Observation

Written by TheChoujinVirus

Happy Saturday everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here.

Sorry about the long no absences of fanwork, i’m sure everyone has missed that stuff. Good news is that I had a spur-the-moment piece of short fiction that gives a bit of a intermission between the events of a DnD Campaign that’s coming close to the end.

With that, sit back, relax and enjoy the short piece of work.

Through the conquest in Barovia, each blow against the dark powers was a weakening blow. They felt their
powers wane as the final battle comes close, but another power felt their influence growing. In the plane of Muspelheim, the lord of the realm began to feel his influence growing in that darkened land. The fire giant Surtur sat on his throne as he began to anxiously wait for any news from his harbinger. Though as he waited patiently, another being entered the area. A human with a combed back ashen grey hair and robes resembled a cross between a clergyman’s robes made from raven feathers.

“Lord Surtur,” The being bowed, “I have returned with the job of fetching this…soul..”
The being pulls out a blue flamed spirit that danced in his hands eagerly like some rodent curious of its surroundings. Surtur turned his attention toward the being as he replies, “good….”

“Though pardon my questioning your authority, but you had me go to the site where Farina fought the revenants in the silver temple and the town of dogmen to find this soul?”
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Surtur stared then stood up upon the being’s response as his voice boomed, “Soul?! This soul is something Farina requested me to take in. I don’t take requests from my beings lightly, nor do I trivially do such matters of mortality. However, if this creature is willing to accept my offer, then he will serve well under my banner.”

The being seems flustered but replies, “Very well, my lord. This soul shall be forged in your fires and brought a new body. Though I must warn you that Hel herself wouldn’t tolerate me violating what is rightfully hers in the end. “

“As I would care if she is cheated or not.” The fire giant boomed, “If Farina wants to do it, I have no qualms with her wish. Though she will know that whatever that soul becomes, it’s under her responsibility. Now deal with it as you see fit.”
The being bows as he leaves Surt to his forged chair. Throughout the campaign moments, he more or less watched and felt Farina’s weapon swinging and slamming into targets. Sometimes she would make smart moves, while others, she would make foolish ones. Though he found her resistance to the dark power’s offer of gifts to be something…impressive in his molten eyes. Though an unbuckling weapon is one thing, now he waits for the final moment..the blow against the dark forces in their puppet Strahd. Though Farina’s pact weapon is strong to burn and crush enemies, sooner or later, a sword would need to be tempered or improved, or complimented.
He reached into a nearby brazier near him and pulled out a fire. He slowly dances about formless before he clenched his hand over it. He moved from his throne toward a large hot forge in the room. Throwing the fire into it, he watched as the fire started to change shape as it began to change from crackling fire to the sound of a neighing animal taking shape.

“…and my Ebon Blade shall ride upon a nightmare..no a catastrophe that will herald my inevitable arrival..”

He reached his hand into the forge and pulled out a shape. No longer a fire, but more of a steed of war. Forged from fire and infused with war. A horse with eyes burning flickering with conquest. Hooves that when it struck, sounded like loud metal hitting hard rock. Its skin, though it may look like a demon, infused and flickered with the powers of its birthplace. The Fire Giant looks at the creation and only says the words
“Catastros, you shall be the steed for my champion and carry her conquest across all the lands!”
The horse reared up on its legs as it neighed triumphantly in response to the Fire Lord’s booming voice.

While somewhere within Surtur’s home, the raven-robed being was at work with his “forge.” His forge resembled various things of forged armors and cages that seemed to be shaped like humanoid bodies. Surtur allowed the follower of Hel to find those worthy in his eyes and give them a second chance. Though the choice matters in the soul, for should the Soul fail..it will experience true death. The being places the soul inside one of the humanoid cages and preps it by placing a hook. With the sound of grinding and creaking, the hook hoists the cage and moves it near a large pool of molten slag. Slowly it descends, dipping the caged soul into the hot pool. The being began to ponder to himself. He, an envoy of Hel and aids Surt with his connection to the undead, was doing small errands like this. At the same time, one of his harbingers galivant across Barovia. His attention turns toward the submerged cage as he figures out it has stewed long enough. He makes the machine pull the cage up. He smiled as he saw that the cell didn’t melt but now looked like it wasn’t melted. It, too, seemed changed and altered. The hook drops this amalgamation onto the ground. The being looks at the work as he sees the molten slag now sliding off the being. What was once steel and wire was now flesh and bone..and what was once a blue soul was a living being..a Dragonborn reborn. Though he would be unconscious but altered from his last trip.
The being smiled as he strokes the top crest of the unconscious Dragonborn

“Welcome back to the living..now, let’s see what Surtur will need for a Dragonborn thief like yourself….”

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Friday Fan-Work: Don’t try this at Home+ Twitch Channel announcement

Written by TheChoujinVirus

Hi everyone, Happy Friday and it’s ya boy again.

First off, we got ourselves a bit of announcement: We got ourselves a twitch stream and channel set-up. If you’re curious of the schedule. Here’s the schedule

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday starting at 5pm. And on Friday starting at 8pm (both PST.) So if you’re curious in seeing ya boy doing some gaming, go right ahead and take a peek.

And another thing, today’s writing a piece of work I’ve had to do for my English Writing class. Something that tells a bit of my actual childhood. So with that, sit back, relax and enjoy this piece of work.

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Don’t this at home,” these sage words have always been something everyone has heard throughout their entire lives. It’s to ensure that nobody does something stupid just because they saw something on T.V. How did this happen to me? Did I copy a stunt that got me hurt? Did it see something that resulted in damage to the house? Well then, let’s start this whole story from the start.

In 1994, when I was just a wee little tyke of five years old, I used to watch a child’s show called Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends, a show that I’m sure you’re familiar with and doesn’t need any introduction. I used to watch it with my mother and bought small diecast models of the characters and cars. I remembered playing on the floor with those toys, doing some reenactments of the episodes I’ve seen. Sometimes it would be inside the house and sometimes outside. As a child, everywhere was a potential story, and I loved it that way so. However, one day, I watched an episode of the show, and it gave me an idea that, looking back, made me wonder why I thought it was a good idea.

I just watched an episode of Thomas. The titular protagonist finds himself crashing into a snowdrift and cannot escape because of it. A tractor named Terrence rescues Thomas from the snowdrift, and the both of them have a happy ending and a moral lesson. I thought it was a fun episode that I wanted to reenact for a while with my toys. The issue was that it was hard for me to find something close to snow. A five-year-old’s imagination can only go so far with sand, rocks, and even lego blocks. None of which fit that snowy look that I was looking for. Then in one sudden moment, I remembered one thing that was even remotely close to snow: flour.

My child-like imagination clicked that last part one morning as I walked into the kitchen and carried off with a large container of flour to my play area. It was heavy for me, as I had to find a way to hold it, but I somehow managed to move and carry it off. The next part was then pouring it into a pile, and the rest played on its own. I could reenact the entire scene as I crash my diecast toys into it, as though the flour pile was a real snowdrift the trains were stuck in. It was oh so fun, and I had the best playtime of my life until my mother and grandmother walked into the room. I remembered hearing one of them yelling, “WHY IS THERE FLOUR ON THE FLOOR?”

When a child hears their full name said all at once, that means one fudged up big time and that they’re going to get a whupping; however, I resorted to saying these words that any child would say when caught in this kind of situation:

“But I saw it on Thomas the Tank Engine.”

Those particular words that came out of my mouth did something different that I never anticipated. Instead of receiving a spanking, my mother began to laugh as this revelation was the funniest thing she’s ever heard before. I took the flour and spilled it on the floor so I could be able to reenact that one scene I saw on Thomas. However, my grandmother wasn’t too fond of it as she had to clean up the mess that I created. Not only that but I basically wasted the entire supply of flour so she had to buy new flour to replace that. Like the character in my show, I learned a valuable lesson that day about wanting to copy what I see.

Looking back at it now, I had to admit it was a funny but stupid moment of my life. Though I also take it easy on myself since I was a child and I didn’t know any better. Years afterward, I never copied that stunt ever again, and over time, I outgrew that part of my childhood. I still have the diecasts as mementos of my childhood. Also, they’re pretty rare as most of them are now just plastics or wooden stuff so I couldn’t bear to donate them today. I do recollect that moment of her laughing at my stunt; both my grandmother and I reminisce with that, one of the better memories of my mother as she’s no longer here. However, on the subject of what happened to my mother? Well, that’s a story for another time.

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Friday Fan-Work: The Ebon Harbinger of Surtur.

Written by TheChoujinVirus

Happy Good Friday everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here.

First off I appologize for the lack of any Media Review for today, I was hoping to get access to Monster Hunter Rise this week and would have been reviewing but due to some shipping error I couldn’t get it in time for this. However, I did manage to get something I was briefly working on a while ago. For your curiosity, I’ve been getting into Dungeons and Dragons (Fifth Edition for those curious) and I ended up creating a character: a Dragonborn Rogue named Sieger. Sadly in our current campaign, The Curse of Strahd, which led to my character being killed. Reading up on the lore, I decided to create a short story here that tells what happens to those who died in the cursed lands of Barovia and introduces a new character for the current campaign. Without further or do, sit back relax and get yourself something to drink as we dive into this short story.

“Impossible…I..couldn’t do anything to help them….”

Then the sudden silence as his body’s senses began to fade one by one..the last words was hearing Middle saying “….not good….”

Instead of the silence of the grave or being saved by whatever deva, Sieger found himself pulled into what looked like the abandoned fort. Instead of anything, he saw only a dense fog surrounding the area save for what he could see.

“Middle? Vanir? Kalos?” He yelled out as he only heard the echoes of his voice. Though as he looked around, he noticed one thing around the abandoned area: other people. Sieger looked confused as he walked up toward one human, a female villager.

“excuse me, miss. Do you know what happened?” Sieger placed a hand on her shoulder. The woman turned around to expose a nearly rotted face as she grabs the Dragonborn, her face with total fear.

“Please! Where’s my boy! I need to know where’s my boy!” she screamed and pleaded. Sieger panicked as he pushed her away. Other spirits began to look at the Dragonborn, staring at the new arrival. Some of them began to move toward him, all with concern.

“Are you here to free us?”

“Please make this end!”

“We are forsaken…”

“No hope…”

The thief ran away from the group, running through the mist. He heard echoes and calls of each person that passed by.

“We cannot leave..he won’t let us leave…”

“The lands….are forsaken…they can’t hear us..”

“No hope…no light…no peace…”

Eventually, Sieger stopped running as his mind couldn’t comprehend what just happened. Let alone what is going on. He fell to his knees as he began to hold his head, cowering like a scared child believing the monsters will go away if they can’t see him. He felt the voices growing louder and the dead coming closer; the echoes and whispers began to hush and quiet down. Though he began to sense another presence. Sieger looked up to notice someone staring down at him. This being looked human, though not decayed like the spirits. Her armor black as charred obsidian. The parts of her body not covered by armor, her face resembled an ashen color akin to soot or something that was reduced to ash. Her hair was slightly spiked. It was almost as though this being was burned by someone or something.

“Welcome to the land of the dead, Dragonborn,” she said. Sieger looked at the surrounding mists, then back at the creature.

“Dead?” Sieger began to look around, “so you’re saying I’m dead?”

The being nods, “You were felled in battle, Dragonborn. The wilds of Barovia are indiscriminate of what food attends. Though my guess is that you tried to steal its riches in a foolish attempt.”

“no, I was trying to help my friends.” Sieger said, “I guess I bit off more than I can chew…”

“A pointless death for such faux heroism.” The being said

“So…I take it you’re here to take me to be judged, or is this Hell?” The Dragonborn asked

The being shakes her head, “I’m not here to take you to your afterlife…even if I could; the lands here prevent anyone from leaving..even in death.”

Sieger looks puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“The cursed lands prevent anyone from leaving. Even the dead aren’t immune from it.” She began to point at a wandering maiden. “Those that die in this land, whether they be native or outsiders like yourself, cannot leave to their eternal rest. It won’t allow you..and eventually, you’ll become its thrall like the rest of them.”

Sieger looks at the maiden, watching her fall to her knees while raising her hands to the heavens. Crying and screaming to be freed from this nightmarish realm. The Dragonborn then looks at the being again, “Who about you? Come to think of it..what are you?”

The being turns her back, though she tells the Dragonborn, “Come, I’ll explain to you…”. The two began to walk through the mist, with the being leading the Dragonborn behind her.

“I am called Farina…your kind may refer to me as an angel, but I am referred to an Aasimar. Like you, I’ve arrived in these lands. Though I was ordered by my master with one objective: to stop the Dark Powers..”

“Dark powers?” Sieger asked, “You mean like Strahd?”

“Strahd may be the master of this land, but he’s just a pawn to his masters.” Farina said, “My master wants to beat Strahd’s. You can see what he is doing to the lands now, in the land of the living and here…”

Sieger looked around as he saw more spirits of the dead. Many wandering aimlessly, others laying on the ground, and some looking as though they don’t know what to do. It felt like Hell for these souls, though at least that place would be better than Barovia in a sense.

“Who is your master?” Sieger asked

Farina stopped in her tracks, “that is a question you are not ready to know. Though I will tell you that my master isn’t a being even my own kind would serve. However, he views the dark powers as upstarts and usurpers.”

“I thought evil and good only fought each other, never between themselves?” Sieger scratched his head

“Good and Evil are just points of view, Dragonborn. Not every good or evil being will side with each other just because of that. Barovia is soured, and thus the balance is skewered. My master doesn’t tolerate that level of imbalance and views Strahd as a fool.” She then continues walking

“Wow…sounds like your master and Strad’s like aren’t on the diplomatic side,” Sieger replied. Though him wanting to know more about Farina began to change to another question, “If I’m dead…will I end up like the people here?”

Farina replied with a nod, “It will happen to you; yes, eventually, you’ll become another mad ghost in this cursed land so long as Strahd remains in existence. Though from what I’ve heard, your compatriots have brought you to someone who can save you.”

“That’s great!” Sieger said with happiness, “I knew they would-“

“Was a slim chance anyways.” Sieger heard a voice, a voice he remembered to be Vanir. He looked around, “Vanir?”

Vanir’s voice can be heard again, “Well. I, for one, vote against risking our lives to recover a corpse.”

“Wait..what?” Sieger’s face and tone began to change upon hearing other voices.

“And you’ll either realize that or end up like Seiger,” Another voice can be heard, this time of Ogre.

“Ogre?! Wait, this isn’t right,” The Dragonborn face begins to look concerned.

“I don’t want to recover it relax…” the voice of Middle echoed. Eventually, Siger was starting to become worried, “Wait! You can’t leave me here!” He yelled out to the dense fog, “I tried to save you guys! I don’t want to be lost here!”

Farina turned around to look at the Dragonborn. He was growing frustrated and angered over this, “You can’t leave me in this Hell, guys! Do something! Anything! Anything’s better than being here!!”

“They can’t hear you, Dragonborn.” Farina said, “Barovia’s curse claims all, forsakes all, and you will be part of it.”

“that’s not true!” Sieger snapped, “I can’t let my life end here! Not when that kid is still there!”

“it’s the truth, Dragonborn,” Farina said. “Your stupid heroism put you here; now you must live with the consequences.”

Being reminded of the spiders, Sieger ran toward Farina as he grabs. “You got to bring me back! If you can see me, then you must be someone who can bring the dead back to life then!”

Farina looks at Sieger, “Just because I can see you don’t make me a necromancer, Dragonborn. My powers cannot bring the dead back.”

“Then your master, if he’s as powerful as Strahd’s master, he could-“

Farina pushes Sieger to the ground, “Stop your mewling, Dragonborn! You’re as pathetic as the desperate souls here who clamor for escape! I told you that the curse prevents escaping; even my master is limited in this situation. I only have the power to bring my weapons and powers to this land.”

Sieger looks at the Asamir, listening to what she was saying but adamant in not wanting this afterlife or fate (even if he did bring it onto himself.) He then looks at Farina, not knowing what to do in this situation. Though it wasn’t of lost hope, more of a defiant look. Like he didn’t want this fate to begin with, let alone wanting this kind of Hell.

Farina gave an approving smirk, “hmph…you want to defy this fate, but you know you’re powerless to stop it?”

Sieger just stares, “I don’t want this fate…I don’t want my death to be pointless. I want…”

“…a second chance?” Farina asked, “Interesting that you felt cheated…though as I said, I cannot bring you back, and my master cannot intervene due to the powers of this curse. However..do not prattle about your situation.”

the Asamir puts a hand on his shoulder, she said only these words…

“I’ve taken care..of everything…”

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Friday Fan-Work: Diction Poem

Happy Friday everyone, It’s ya boy Choujin here.
Enjoyed day one of Blizzconline (the online version of Blizzcon) and now here to provide you with a new piece of work. This time it’s a Diction Poem.
What’s a Diction Poem you ask? Well a “Diction Poem” or Poetic Diction is the term used to refer to the linguistic style, the vocabulary, and the metaphors used in the writing of poetry.

This was something I had to do in my CW class a while ago. It’s a simple poem about love (which was something that crossed my mind.)
So sit back, relax and enjoy this story.

Diction Poem: The Deeper understand Love

To some out there who view adoration as just a crush
As something young children giggle and snicker
but the meaning changes when we mature

it metamorphoses into something grander
moving from puppy-love and schoolkid crushes
blossoming more as we age with time

oh amour, you are that binding that holds time together
keeping two lovers together forever
time and space transcending what it is

oh amour, your tales are told in literature
as something everyone dreams to achieve
to have their fairy tale ending with their true love

oh amour, you are absolute in this world
something everyone wants to acquire
that one person that is one half of a perfect union

for every being on this planet
for those that walk on two or four legs
amour is a driving force, two lovers unified

oh amour, you are absolute in this world
keeping two lovers together forever fulfilling them with eternal happiness forevermore

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Friday Fan-Work Special Double-Feature: Ballad of Gamers & Ode to Asperger’s+Announcement

Happy Friday everyone, it’s ya boy Choujin here.

Sorry about not posting any Media Review for Thursday. Sadly couldn’t find any good reviews at the moment, but for the time being I got some ideas for some reviews. The good news is to ensure that nobody gets upset and left with nothing for the week, I’m doing a “Fan-Work Double Feature.” So instead of one story, you’re getting two. For this double feature I got two poems to share for you.
The first here is a poem (or ballard) about games and the second poem is about ya boy’s explanation on Asperger’s Syndrome (or High Functioning autism). Both are old works done during my writing classes.

With that, sit back and enjoy this double feature

Oh and Ya boy’s opened his own Ko-Fi, so if you enjoy what i’ve written or reviewed, you can support here.

Ode to Asperger’s

I’ve always wondered what you wanted from me, the day I learned of your existence.

To Normal people, whenever I mention that I have a form of high functioning autism, they look at me with surprise. They are puzzled about what I have.

Mental Illness is either frowned shunned or pitied by those who don’t suffer it. They think that I should either be a window licker, a Timmy or a Downy. To normal people, it’s a mystery why I don’t look like that when I have Asperger’s.

When they understand me, they are surprised and curious. They see someone who can spout information like a living Wikipedia article.

yet they also look at me oddly or disgusted when I pick at something, scratch myself or do something weird out of a bad habit.

To them, I’m a mystery because they never knew Aspergers like I do.

Some want to change me, thinking that my mental handicap is due to neglegences, something curable

However, Aspergers is not a disease to be cured like a cold or a disability that can be controlled.

to me, it’s beyond that.It’s what I am, it’s what I see the world it’s something I’m not ashamed to yell on the top of a building.

It’s something no one should be ashamed of.

Ballard of Gamers

A boy fires up his video game
Ready for some fun
away from the bright sun
as he adventures into his fantasy world

Traveling with monkeys, dinosaurs, plumbers and swordsmasters
Seeking out Sacred Stones or fighting in Holy Wars
with only his Binding Blade as fights like his boy Roy

The boy pops out one game, and plays another
Time Lording with new allies, staying the course
going through Hyrule and Skyrim
crushing and defeating every force.

In the end, a greater force stops him
Greater than Ganon, Bowser or Maedus, like no other
it stands at the door of his room, arms crossed
for it’s the boy’s mother.

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