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Develop Your Story / Re: My Idea for a story: Shards
« on: September 17, 2018, 12:28:46 AM »
Usually with these types of stories the Corporation tries to get back their tech, usually the people that are apart of the accident are unwilling to comply. This is what Im going to assume with the little to no info on the overall plot

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Anime Talk / Re: Which Anime series you are watching ?
« on: September 14, 2018, 10:23:41 PM »
I'm actually quite interest in it now that I've started watching Angels of Death... gotta finish it now that I've started it haha

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Anime Talk / Re: Which Anime series you are watching ?
« on: September 13, 2018, 07:40:55 AM »
Only been able to keep up with MHA, AOT and Black Clover this season, I seem to have found myself only watching Shonen/action these past few years. I did watch a few episodes of Angels of Death. Which seems pretty damn interesting. It is really dark though, I hope I get enough time to finish it haha

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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Weird Writing Habits?
« on: September 11, 2018, 09:37:42 PM »
I found that I would re write entire chapters if I mess a paragraph up :/ find a mistake and then go backwards up the page changing everything... maybe its a distorted form of editing. I try not to go back and read what I've done for a while but I'm in that rut now.

Cant get one chapter right ugh.

Clickiest keyboards are the best! The sound of clicky keyboards helps me a lot. Background noises to zone out into the page also help.

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MR Pub / Re: Comeback/holidays/departure notice.
« on: September 11, 2018, 04:29:05 AM »
Hmm... I appear to have returned! Finally (mostly) sorted out life stuff! I hope I can remember to be more active.

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MR Pub / Re: Chat Chat 2016
« on: July 28, 2016, 10:14:34 AM »
I saw some of those at the pet shop for liek $30 :D they were white though. Do they come in different colours?

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May the light shine upon you.
Bjorn had sheltered himself in his own domain the lands covered in dark shadows. Sitting in a grand chair made of ebony and silver, his mood reflected the weather outside of the thin piercing tower jutting out of the earth. The room he occupied atop the tower was similar to the one he grew up in, made of dark wood and wrought iron with small trinkets littering the spaces on tabletops and walls. The only sparsely populated area was around a rusty sword that stood alone in a charred sword rack. Black clouds rolled in the wind as thunder echoed for miles across the decaying plains. He recalled the past events as he held a picture of Sara in his hand. He ran his fingers down the photograph, wondering where he’d gone wrong.

“My love, I’m sorry for everything.” He whispered as he placed the framed photo on top of the carved three legged table beside him. Staring at the picture he slumped in his chair tracing the black band that hugged his neck.

‘Even with this, I was unable to prevent one life from leaving this mortal plain’ he thought.

‘If I were to...’ He paused and materialised a large silver blade, hovering parallel to his thick neck.

“Master stop this madness!” Janette darted across the room kicking the blade away from his body. Lightning streaked across the black sky illuminating Janette’s golden cat’s eyes in the dark room.

“How did you get in here?” Bjorn stared at the short woman who was standing at eye level as he sat. Janette saw the dark bags standing out against his pale skin under his eyes, his cheeks had sunken enough to reveal the sharp bones giving his face its high profile. His eyes who had seen one and a half millennia of death had been reduced to this ghastly state.

“You get sloppy when you are upset.” She held a hand to his face as he closed his eyes and flinched expecting the worst. But felt her soft hand instead caressing his face. He lent into her palm and released the tension plaguing him.

“Must you identify another one of my flaws?” Bjorn’s voice was low and intermittent. Janette wrapped her arms around him, his skin was cold to the touch which snowballed her worries about his state of mind as she sat upon his lap and embraced him, pulling him to her chest.

“Correct, I must. If I don’t you will attempt a course of action that is, unsavoury.” Bjorn noticed Janette’s irregular heartbeat as she spoke.

“It wasn’t what it looked like, and if I did you would gain all of my power being now, my only disciple.” Bjorn’s voice had deteriorated to a slight mumble.

“I don’t want your power.” Janette smiled as she tightened her grip.

“Why not?” He tried to reply, but couldn’t muster the will to make his voice audible. Instead replying telepathically.
“Because I will lose you too.” She closed her eyes as tears ran down her rosy cheeks, the cold droplets dripped onto Bjorn’s arms.

He hugged Janette as he began to cry.

“It’s okay master, take your time.” She rubbed his back as they both let out their sorrow. Minutes passed before Bjorn sniffled.

“You’re mean, you know that. Not once in fifteen hundred years have I cried. I’ve committed atrocities, watched nations burn and destroyed millions of lives. The only day was that of my mother’s death at my own hand.”

His memories were displayed around the two. Bjorn stood over his mother’s corpse with a blade that was awfully familiar to the one sitting on the charred rack across the room.. A red haired girl ran toward him pushing Bjorn away as she dived to her knees shaking the lifeless corpse. Janette stayed quiet as the visions played averting her eyes from the scene. Bjorn and Janette were caught off guard as a light burst into view shattering the vision.

“Little brother, it has been quite a long time.” Janette looked up to see the same red hair as the girls in Bjorn’s vision before a piercing light commanded the room.

“Cerea… how.” He looked up at her, her red tinged gold armour was almost blinding. For a normal human their corneas would have been extra crispy.

“Your emotion, I was able to locate you in this right awful mess…” She looked at Bjorn and the girl sitting on his lap. Her face almost turned upside down.

“You damned lolicon. My own brother… who would have guessed.” Bjorn jumped out of his chair. Janette was shocked but landed gracefully on her feet.

“No, she’s my disciple. And you, YOU turn that bloody light out before I knock your lights out.” He thrust his finger toward her.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” The light emitting from her armour blinked off as she strode toward Bjorn, a silver flash painted the room as Bjorns Silver armour materialised on his body. Cerea smiled in anticipation.

“This is unacceptable!” Two voices called out in unison, Bjorn look at Janette who was equally puzzled.

“You will keep out of this Kieran!” Cerea swept her hand back, pushing a small figure that was being concealed back behind her.

“Kieran?” Bjorn questioned.
“Impossible… Kieran? Brother Kieran?” Janette called out, her tail and ears fluffed up aiding to her concerned look.

“Janette?” A boy called out from behind Cerea, he came out from behind her and saw Janette. His ears and tail had materialized in the second he saw her. Jumping toward her she caught him and they hugged tightly, nuzzling each other.

“You know him Janette?” Bjorn cocked his head to the side as he held his hand to his chin.

“This is my little brother.” Janette’s smile was ear to ear. Kieran was dressed in a white linen shirt with a brown vest, brown trousers and leather boots.

“I see…” Bjorn looked up from Kieran to Cerea’s eyes and raised his brow as he smirked. She stared back at him and realised what he was going to say.

“I take it back! I’m sorry.” Cerea bowed her head apologetically.

“I was going to say it was damned Ironic.” Bjorn threw his head back as he laughed. He felt an abrupt burning sensation in the middle of his torso. He looked down and saw Cerea’s hand emitting a beam of light into his chest.

“That’s for mother.” She grinned evilly before Kieran pushed her away.

“How could you!?” Kieran’s ears flicked back and his tail fluffed up, his face was full of hatred as he yelled at his master. Janette gasped before she tried to catch Bjorn as he fell down, making sure he was ok she put her hand over the wound. The attack seemed like it didn’t happen at all as it had nearly finished healing before he touched the ground. A circular scorch mark on his silver carapace had dulled its shine around the hole in the armour, which it too had started to regenerate.

“I’m okay… though, an underhanded move like that I was expecting.” Janette helped her master to his feet, Bjorn patted the dust of the front of his silver leggings while Janette made sure his butt was dust free. Bjorn flinched as she was very diligent in her task.

“Master, I apologise for saying this but, you are a cheap wench Cerea!” Janettes little fangs bared as she bellowed louder than Bjorn though was previously impossible. Cerea stiffened, gritted her teeth as Kieran grabbed her hand. His eyes wide as his lips quivered.

‘Don’t look at me with those damn eyes!’ Cerea thought before she sighed loudly.

“Whatever. I guess I deserve that one.” Cerea rolled her eyes. Kieran smiled and hugged her arm, Cerea’s face flushed red as she tried not to smile. ‘He’s so damn cute!’ She wanted to scream out loud.
“Its time we met with the others.” Bjorn announced hastily as he opened a portal to the predetermined meeting area. Cerea stepped through with the small Kieran in tow, followed by Bjorn and Janette.



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MR Pub / Re: Chat Chat 2016
« on: July 05, 2016, 04:34:29 AM »
The local external University only does associates degree in engineering... whether or not to do that, I'm not sure.

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Develop Your Story / The Eighth (Re-write)
« on: June 29, 2016, 09:11:54 AM »
So after sitting for a while, I decieded to start re-writing Bjorns story!

Chapter 1: Inevitable Prophecy
Dark smoke, dust and rain laden cloud created a dim filter, sheltering the Grand City of Tuhn from the glaring sun. The capital of eastern continent Galyaev on Nalis. Known once for its beautifully carved buildings made of crystal. The great city had never seen war for over two thousand years, not until I bought it to its doorstep during late drying season. Usually it would never rain during this time but today of all days it rained enough to flood the streets, extinguishing fires and carrying debris out of the city and into the ocean. As I walked, I tried to see where I went wrong over the past six months and the series of unfortunate events that happened following my actions against the lie that everyone had collaborated against me.

In those six months prior to the extermination of Tuhn, I had been imprisoned within an archaic spellbound box made of obsidian. It had been a long time coming but I could feel the spells that bound me weakening day by day. Enough so for me to break free and take revenge. The time in solitude I would never forget, but I had definitely forgotten the many years confined inside the box. All of my friends, those who I called family and my own flesh and blood conspired against me and locked me away.

Though, they presumed the bonds would last an eternity. Perhaps if they did not bury my vessel into the very source of my power, the earth that gives life to all. Slowly cracks began to creep over the archaic incantations covering the obsidian prison. I knew, soon I would be able to exact vengeance on those that betrayed me. Perhaps that would play directly into the hands of the prophecy, but a prophecy will always fulfil itself no matter what you do to delay the inevitable.

A moment in quiet reminiscence stopped abruptly as the last towering green translucent crystal structure fell in the boulevard district, throwing up finely ground particles in the air that could kill a powerless human being if they were caught in the cloud. The rain restricted my vision as I held my stomach, my injuries were no longer healing themselves like they were prior to this engagement.

Trudging through a small back street that still had its buildings intact, my silver boots now stained with mud that began to develop a red tinge. My blood I thought, it had been so long since I saw it last. Was it finally time to reclaim the earth I stood upon and give myself to the Golden One?


“No…” I spoke a loud, disagreeing with myself in the empty water logged street. I smirked, “Why would I speak out loud to myself.” I coughed catching the blood in my hand, I held it out as the rained filled my cupped hand, revealing my face that had been on the receiving end of a heavy brawl earlier in the day. My left eye had swollen and closed developing a large blue-purple bruise around it. Both my cheeks and my bottom lip had split and began to swell to match my eye. I sighed loudly and let the liquid fall between my fingers.


“So as to give away your hiding place, traitor.” A man whom once I called a brother yelled out in the distance. I heard the crunch of shattered crystal debris under boot fall as he descended from the sky landing behind me. His bleached white armour dull against the lightning flashing overhead.
“Jozea… I implore you.” I uttered, feeling the pain in my stomach spike I leaned over in pain almost tripping and falling into the mud. Blood dribbling down my chin.


“Implore me? To do what? Betray the others like you have?” Jozea cackled as he drew his broadsword. The razor sharp edges seems to shine from the hilt to the tip of the blade in the dim street unnaturally in unison with his eyes.


“Do not joke Bjorn you are the bringer of calamity, you are the one that was never supposed to be. I will destroy you here and this will be the end of the prophecy once and for all.” He began to pace himself faster than I could hobble with my injuries, soon coming to ten yards behind me.


“My destruction will only speed the process Jozea, will you not come to reason!?” Wiping the blood off my mouth I turned to face Jozea. His stare was far beyond seeing who I was, only seeing the catastrophe that was believed to emerge.

“You want me to reason with you and to delay your death? After all that you have done, your little tantrum massacred millions and destroyed valuable cities in my domain!” Jozea lifted his sword and pointed it toward me, raw hatred emanated from his glare.


“That was necessary to draw out the Golden One.” I stuttered as I summoned my long sword and shield, preparing for an attack. The last of my strength I had left I was prepared to defend against one blow and strike just once.

“The Golden One? He is just a fairy tale among people and us, he is just a myth.” He pulled his sword back and lowered himself into an offensive stance, preparing to attack.


“He is not a myth as he will unite us all, I am sick of all this fighting between us... brother.” I hoped that Jozea would see the light and remember his oath that all of us took from Ulrik with the utmost importance of upholding, for the protection of mankind and the universe.


“I’m sorry but, those words that drunk vomits onto parchment aren’t legitimate, even a child that knows no better wouldn’t believe them!” Jozea began to charge toward me with all his power. As I braced for impact, readying myself to deflect most of his energy, it was as if time slowed down.
“Life, or death Bjorn.” A voice of a girl called out from within the warm light that had appeared before me, it had obscured my sight of Jozea. I prepared myself to die on this day but, whether or not I obeyed the light I could possibly death would be an inevitable outcome.


“Life.” I managed to utter, before the light grew immensely, blinding me temporarily. I closed my eyes quickly and let the light fill me with warmth. Moments later I could hear no more rain, nor could I hear the crunch of broken crystal under Jozea’s boots as he was charging. Opening my eyes, I saw the orange glow of a low sun on a grassy field. Large buildings littered the horizon for as far as the eye could see, lights coming from most of the windows.


“I see, you chose life.” The girl's voice called out again. There she was, standing before me.
“Who are you? Friend or foe?” I asked loudly, holding my shield up and my sword ready losing my balance I stumbled backward a fews steps before being able to right myself. The girl giggled at my question.


“Who do you want me to be?” She asked, her short gold hair was only enhanced by the orange sun in the distance. Her white coat seemed overly large for her size as it flapped lazily in the soft breeze.


“Friend.” I said as I hoped that she was going to answer correctly. A moment passed as we both stared at eachother, my stance was gradually weakening as the small amount of time passed. My knees began to shiver as they tried to sustain my position.


“Yes, of course Bjorn. I am a friend to you.” She smiled as she walked closer, seeing her smile was almost addictive. The sun began to sink below the horizon, just as the lights from the structures in the distance evoked an otherworldly glow unlike fire or crystal.


“Wise choice on my part.” I whispered as I dropped to my knees, my armour and weapons had dissipated like dust in the wind. I felt no evil in the girl as I dropped my guard, holding the wound across my stomach I gritted my teeth.


“Very wise Bjorn, now rest please. I will take care of you… indefinitely.” She held my battered face gently, before I closed my un-swollen eye I saw her deep blue eyes staring into mine. A gaze that was extraordinarily assuring as I fell into a deep sleep.

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MR Pub / Re: Chat Chat 2016
« on: June 28, 2016, 11:22:59 AM »
And if you don't think you are a slave, what do you need the most to do absolutely everything? Money, I know that the US only has enough gold to back their dollars gold standard to about 3-4% of the money in circulation. So 96% of the money is worthless unless the slave thinks it holds value.

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MR Pub / Re: Chat Chat 2016
« on: June 27, 2016, 08:28:58 AM »
The dumber they keep the population the easier it is to control. Or insanely expensive education, like the notorious American model.

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MR Pub / Re: Chat Chat 2016
« on: June 24, 2016, 04:39:59 AM »
Can you drive a lorry? They have special visa's for that lol, like "express" citizenship.

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Music / Re: What are you listening to
« on: June 19, 2016, 03:19:57 PM »
Dango Daikazuku remix... actually better than you think it is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4CCCGYyn30

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: Write A Story in 6 Words
« on: June 19, 2016, 09:28:46 AM »
Don't worry, they are the same!

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: Write A Story in 6 Words
« on: June 19, 2016, 05:23:30 AM »
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