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Got some cool new illustrations from the fine folks at Royal Road!

Here's the main cast of Aika Crisis. This is an amazingly cute rendition of the girls

Here's Tsukiakari and The Man In Black. Really great interpretation of their dynamics in relation to Tsukiakari's broken psyche at that point of the story.

break Room / Re: Do you easily cut ties with your friends/family?
« on: October 24, 2020, 03:43:16 PM »
Yes. If someone isn't worth your time, they're not worth your time.

Develop Your Story / Re: CAIRLANN - Coming Soon
« on: September 13, 2020, 10:35:55 PM »
Ah, all of the Op13 staples. Political intrigue, spies, world building, and kingdoms  :clapping:

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: September 13, 2020, 07:40:16 PM »
I have no idea what time signature the intro is in, but enjoy these freshly minted Sunday Jams

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: September 13, 2020, 05:09:32 PM »
Thanks, guys! The number one inspiration was actually The Letter by the Box Tops. I found it amusing that such a short song could be so popular.

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: September 02, 2020, 03:13:02 PM »

I try my hand at creating song that is short and simple, yet interesting. I fail.

A lot has happened, friends.

There's a lot of censorship going around as Amazon doubles down on the narrative that you can sexually exploit someone who doesn't exist, even though this only seems to affect Japanese or Japanese-inspired content. Quite a few titles have been removed from Amazon. Some time after that, someone threatened to report my books on Amazon in the hopes of getting them removed as well. Not particularly sure why anyone would do that. Maybe it's the rape and torture scenes in SWS?

Going off of Amazon's track history removing titles, it occurred to me that my work really could be removed for arbitrary reasons such as that. I'm a strong opponent against censorship in art and in general, so I refused to continue working through Amazon any longer and have removed my books from their store. Honestly, Amazon's print quality is trash anyway. If anyone is going to be paying hard-earned money for my books, I'd like to assure they're getting the best print I can possibly give them.

So, I got to work on making my website where I sell my books. That way, Amazon doesn't get their protection money, I can offer signed copies, and you guys can get the best quality physical copies.  :thumbsup: (Unfortunately, I can't use the red themed covers for this series, as they don't work too well in print. So, I went back to the original, minimalist design for SWS's physical copies.)

 :clapping: You can pre-order book of blossoming here now :clapping:

I'm also taking this opportunity to fix some minor mistakes and add some scenes here and there. There's some particularly interesting additions regarding Taeko, Ebina, and a rather bleak lie that Taeko fed her about their mother.

Thank you all for your continued support. I hope you enjoy this censorship-free edition of Book of Blossoming.

Cheers to 100,000+ views  :clapping:

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: June 05, 2020, 04:50:12 PM »
Huh, that's interesting because it took me all of 10 minutes to come up with The Infant's Dream.  :hmm: I just wanted something with dynamics, so you had a section that was heavy, a section that was ethereal, and a double-time section to tie it all together.

The tempo for those songs was just simpler for me. I never use a metronome or anything. The Winter Song was easy since it's an instrumental. Though, I noticed when covering other songs, it was much easier to make because they were most definitely using a metronome. That enables copy-paste of tracks that don't need that much in terms of playing.

I don't know though, I've always viewed recording as just another means of performing.

Ah, that's a shame! Well, whenever you are able to record, feel free to let me know.

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: June 05, 2020, 02:31:18 PM »
Yeah, I've been going at it pretty hard.  :clapping: I just need to figure out what to do with some of these tunes. I currently just have them for myself, but I think some of them are good enough to be shared with the world.

Most of the good stuff has been compiled into an EP here

Personally, I feel like Here's To You My Dearest Laila is my best one, but The Infant's Dream has been getting better with every listen. Feel free to let me know if you want to work on something again!

It'd be cool to get however many musicians MR has and do a song together.

Music / Re: OGHM's Wacky Slappy Guitar Riffs
« on: May 29, 2020, 01:45:31 PM »
This song is what happens after reading Dogura Magura at 2 A.M.

The Infant's Dream

Manga Writer workshop / Re: Protagonist Litmus Test
« on: May 25, 2020, 04:17:32 PM »
1. An exorcist. Getting paid to banish spirits and save people is quite the deal for him

2. At this point, he wishes he could have the power to save everyone in need and goes to extreme, life-threatening lengths for those he thinks he can save.

3. Alcohol. It has to be alcohol

4. I think Osamu would enjoy himself some baseball

5. He's a mortal willing to throw himself into supernatural situations that could easily get him killed. He developed a way to connect with people, to dig at what makes them sad, and then bring out their inner joy. He's willing to do anything to protect his loved ones.

6. He's a mortal willing to throw himself into supernatural situations that could easily get him killed. He's willing to do anything to protect his loved ones. It's a double-edged sword. His altruistic heroism stems from a darker part of him that wants to die as penance for those he couldn't save. His heroism was little more than one big suicide attempt, or a game of Russian roulette where he just keeps squeezing the trigger in hopes the bullet will finally come out.

7. Panic, cry, and scream. Then drink the salt water until he dehydrates himself and realizes that was a stupid idea.

8. Yoko Akiyama, as early as elementary school

9. Cooking! He's a pretty good cook himself, but the girls usually handle that for him

10. Osamu's a jazz and fusion kind of guy for sure

One thing that's being improved upon throughout the retouched DbEG series are the plot threads I left dangling in the draft version originally posted here. There were two big ones.

1. Lucrezia
2. Izanami's identity

While the second one has been given light in Senkumo War Stories, I did leave the plot thread untouched in the draft version. This is going to have a much bigger impact, especially in the final book. Won't say too much because massive, plot-critical spoilers.

As for Lucrezia, she's introduced very late in the draft version, and in a very uninteresting manner. I didn't have the time to properly weave her into the story. But now I do! Osamu meets her in the final (not counting the epilogue) chapter of Dawn and Dusk now, and she's been given much more personality and nuance. Having it done this way ties everything about the Exorcist Program detailed in Senkumo War Stories into Death by Ex-Girlfriend much better.

It also makes Shinju's appearance in the next book, Satori's Deception, make more sense.

Anyway, here's a Osamu meeting Lucrezia

Lucrezia's Introduction
(I had nearly forgotten about it, but there was just one loose end I needed to resolve before I left with the girls.)

Osamu stopped to lean against the wall as he approached the abandoned bowling alley, realizing it was probably a mistake to sprint all the way there. He took a few deep breaths and stood up straight. He needed all of the confidence he could muster. Stepping over the broken glass at the entrance, Osamu proceeded towards the lanes. The sun beamed through the row of colored windows to the left, washing the entire alley in a rainbow of radiating colors.

He looked all around but didn't see what he was looking for. He pulled out his phone and checked the notes he had written on his phone, as well as the time.

"Damn, did I miss her? Where could she be?"

Osamu returned outside, feeling very stupid for having ran all the way to the bowling alley. He looked to the left and right of the empty street before checking his phone again.

"Supposedly she comes to the bowling alley periodically."

Screaming suddenly echoed from the distance. It was coming from the direction of the convenience store. Osamu immediately rushed down the road without much of a thought. He was convinced that the person he was looking for and the sudden commotion down the street were connected. Sweat dripped down his forehead and neck as he ran. His silver peace sign necklace bounced off of his chest while strands of his hair stuck to his face.

Several people rushed out of the convenience store entrance, screaming for help. Something awful was happening inside.

"Gun! He's got a gun!" someone shouted as they ran.

Osamu stepped right inside, crouching behind the candy bar shelf. Several more men and women lied on the floor with their hands above their heads. The store was filled with the enraged screams of an armed robber, a masked, black-clad man holding a revolver to the cashier's head.

"Hurry up, or I'll shoot one of these people!" the man shouted.

"I already told you, I'm trying! The cash register is busted!" the cashier cried.

"You have ten seconds to get it open or I'll blow your brains out!"

Osamu nearly shrieked in fright as someone tapped his shoulder. He turned his head and met eyes with a very peculiar, young woman. She held her bandaged hand over his mouth, preventing him from crying out. Her arms and legs were hidden beneath white bandages, from the tips of her slender fingers all the way past the sleeves of her black haori.

She pressed her erect index finger against her lip, signaling Osamu to remain silent as she removed her hand from his mouth. Her head was partially bandaged, covering her left eye. Her long, wavy, chestnut colored hair reached down to her wrists. The light shining through the store's front windows enwreathed the outer strands of her voluminous hair in a veil of bright light.

"We can take him down. I'll need your help though." the girl said.

"Are you crazy? He has a gun!" Osamu whispered.

"We've got something stronger than that. Just wait for my signal."

Osamu watched in horror as the girl stood up, marching right towards the armed robber. This mystery woman was going to get herself killed. While the young woman approached the robber from behind, Osamu made his way around the side of the store floor, hiding behind boxes and shelves.

"My good sir!" the young woman called out, drawing the robber's attention. She now had his gun pointed at squarely at her.

"Who the hell are you? Get on the ground!"

The girl put her hands up and took a single step closer. "I mean you no harm. You know don't look like you're having a very good day, sir."

The robber fired his gun, the bullet smashing through one of the windows behind her. "The next one's going between your eyes! Get on the god damned floor!"

"I'm not having a very good day, either. This season is hell for my allergies. I was hoping to come here to get some nasal medication, but, well, you're robbing the place. Cashier, do we have any allergy medicine left?"

"Y-yes, we do!" the cashier answered.

"You move a god damned muscle and I'll kill you!" the robber screamed.

"Please, can you just let him toss me my medicine?" the girl begged.

The robber's eyes darted back and forth. He grabbed the box of medicine himself and tossed it over to her. "There, you got your meds, now get on the *censored*ing floor!"

The girl did as she was told and dropped down to her knees, her hands still raised. "Thank you, sir. You're a good man."

"The cash register! Now!"

The cashier finally managed to get it open. He backed away from the counter and let the robber grab whatever he wanted. Osamu peeked around the corner of the shelf, catching a glimpse of the thief up close. His heart bludgeoned itself against his ribs as he thought of what to do next.

All of a sudden, the girl threw the box of allergy medicine at the thief's head. The girl was absolutely insane. There was just no way she wasn't. Osamu couldn't believe one person was capable of putting themselves in so much danger. He knew it must've been the 'signal' she told him about.

The robber spun around and aimed his gun at her, prompting Osamu to charge in. He came rushing in like a football player, tackling the robber to the ground and knocking the gun out of his hand. One he was disarmed, the cashier, as well as some of the people previously lying on the floor, rushed in to apprehend him. One of the civilians confiscated the gun, leaving the robber with no chance to fight everyone off.

Osamu was suddenly pulled backwards by his collar. The girl plucked him from the crowd of citizens piling on the robber.

"Let's go. I'd rather not be here when the police show up." she said.

"Hey! Hold on a second!" Osamu cried.

The girl took him by the hand and ran off with him. The police sirens were already blaring from the distance and closing in on the convenience store. The girl led him through alleys and corridors, in between houses and crevices to avoid being seen on the main street. Once they were back in the neighborhood, the girl continued running until they reached the abandoned bowling alley. The two ran inside, stopping before the row of colored glass to catch their breaths.

Osamu bent over forwards, winded from the sprint. The girl rubbed his back as she let out an amused chuckle.

"You okay, Osamu? Sorry about all of that."

Osamu stood up, his eyes widened in shock. "You...know my name?"

"You were looking for me, weren't you?" the girl asked. "I knew you would someday."

"Then you're..."

The girl extended her hand towards Osamu. "Lucrezia. A pleasure."

Osamu nervously shook hands with Lucrezia. "Yeah...I can't exactly say it's a pleasure meeting you. You made this doll of me, didn't you?"

Osamu took out the knit voodoo doll of himself from his left pocket, showing it to Lucrezia.

"Like I said, I knew you'd try to find me someday. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Osamu. To be honest, I do as well."

"Just...who are you? How are you capable of making a doll like this that actually works?"

Lucrezia spun around and cradled her chin between her thumb and index finger. "Hmm. Well, you did lay siege to Heaven and all. I suppose I should let you in on this."

"Let me in on what, exactly?"

Lucrezia spun back around with a devious smile on her face. "Gods aren't the only ones with special powers around here, you know. Far from it. Osamu, you haven't heard of the Exorcist Program before, have you?"

"Exorcist? No, I can't say that I have."

"Seriously? You got involved in that huge incident with Tsukiakari and Bishamon without knowing about the exorcists? You realized you could've easily been killed, right? And I don't mean by Bishamon."

"Will you just tell me, already? What is this exorcist crap?" Osamu shouted.

Lucrezia put her fists on her hip and sighed. "You boys are always so boorish. Basically, we're Heaven's police officers. The normal police department handles crimes like the one we just witnessed. Exorcists, on the other hand, handle supernatural problems, much like the incident that took place over a year ago with Tsukiakari. Actually, it was after that incident that I heard about you. You're quite the celebrity amongst us exorcists. You've got some balls for a mortal."

"So, Heaven has its own law enforcement? You're one of them?"

Lucrezia nodded. "Precisely. See, I was tasked with watching over that friend of yours, Aika, after she had her memory wiped. It was just to make sure there no weird side effects from her revival. Through her, I met your other friend, Rei, who was a complete and utter downer, by the way. Rei begged me for a way to get back at some boy she despised, but ensured me she had no intent to kill him. I wasn't even going to entertain the idea until I heard her say your name. Once she said the words 'Osamu Ashikaga', I gladly made her that doll I figured that you'd try and look for me soon after that."

"So that's what happened? Some exorcist made this doll of me? How exactly did you do it? Did you get samples of my blood or my hair?" Osamu questioned.

"Oh, please." Lucrezia scoffed. "I'm an exorcist, not a witch. Making that doll required no such thing."

"I wondered how Aika ended up getting involved with the Shoku Twins." Osamu said. "If this exorcist thing is for real, it would make sense how that happened."

"Of course. She met them through me." Lucrezia admitted.

"Are you still watching Aika?" Osamu asked.

"No, she's already made her recovery. My responsibility to watch her ended a little less than a year ago."

Osamu sighed and plopped down on one of the seats in front of the colored glass. "I was hoping to get an answer about this doll. I did, but I also ended up having way more questions about things I don't know about."

"Regardless, I must thank you for your actions back at that convenience store. I expected nothing less of the man who laid siege to Heaven. You're quite brave, aren't you?"

"Not at all. I was just scared out of my mind and didn't know what else to do." Osamu said. "You weren't so bad yourself. You kept calm even with a gun pointed at your face."

"I've faced worse." Lucrezia snickered. "As an exorcist, you end up fighting all sorts of vile creatures and demons. Things that people thought only exist in fantasies and nightmares. We have to fight those every so often."

"Really? Is that why you're all bandaged up?" Osamu asked.

"Something like that." Lucrezia said as she broke her eye contact with Osamu. "You don't seem very shocked to hear that spirits and ghosts exist."

"Of course not. I've known for years now, ever since I met Izanami. Though, I've never actually encountered a ghost before."

"Good. If I were you, Osamu, I wouldn't get involved with the supernatural any further. That's a dangerous path for a normal human being to walk."

"You say that like you aren't a normal human being." Osamu said.

"Most exorcists aren't. Some of us are descendants of gods. I myself am a descendant of the late Raijin."

"Raijin?! The god of lightning and storms?" Osamu recoiled.

"Out of all the things I've said so far, that's the one that shocks you the most, huh? Oh! I made a pun!" Lucrezia snickered, a little proud of herself for that joke.

"So, uhh...can you, like...shoot lightning out of your fingertips or something?"

"I'm not a Sith lord, Osamu."

"Well, where exactly am I supposed to draw the line when we're talking about ghosts and exorcists?!"

"That's a fair point. I suppose this is quite a lot to take in."

Osamu's phone rang in his pocket, and he suddenly remembered he left Izanami and the others standing there outside the house. He fumbled for his phone and answered, stepping away from Lucrezia for a moment.

"Crap, I'm sorry, Gekko. I'm on my way back now. Alright, bye."

Osamu sighed as he hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket. Lucrezia sauntered over to him, surmising that they were out of time to talk.

"Gotta jet, huh?" Lucrezia asked.

"Yeah, I'm leaving for Hokkaido today. The girls and I are going to vacation there for the rest of spring, maybe summer."

"Sounds fun! Consider yourself lucky, Osamu. Most people don't get to take vacations. Thank you again for your help during that robbery. I could've easily done it without you."

"Gee..thanks.." Osamu grumbled.

"I'm kidding, of course. Say, why don't we exchange numbers? If you happen to run into any more trouble, you could give me a call."

(That might actually not be a bad idea. Given my luck with life so far, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up in another supernatural snafu of sorts. If this girl is really an exorcist, I'd have one more person to count on if I ever get wrapped up in a bad situation.)

"Sure, here." Osamu said.

The two whipped out their phones and traded contact info. Osamu had to stifle his laughter as he laid eyes on Lucrezia's neon pink flip phone, complete with a Sailor Moon chain strap.

"I like that show too." Osamu teased.

"Hmm? Oh. That was an insult. I suppose we're even now, yes?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Osamu said.

With Lucrezia's number and email address saved, Osamu slipped his phone back into his pocket. The two shook hands once more and marched back outside, closing the doors of the abandoned bowling alley behind them.

"If you need any help, you know who to call." Lucrezia said. "That said, try to stay out of trouble, alright? No more incidents like that one with Tsukiakari."

"Well, I'll try. That's as much as I can promise you. I should be fine, though." Osamu assured.

Lucrezia smiled "Have a fun trip to Hokkaido. No hard feelings about the doll, right?"

"That depends, actually. Can you destroy it? I'd rather not have it, at all."

"Without killing you?"


"Very well, I can do that for you. Consider it a token of my appreciation, a sign of my goodwill."

Osamu handed over the doll, finally free of its voodoo torture. He never wanted to be stabbed with a needle again through his foot or his abdomen. The sooner that accursed doll could be disposed of, the better.

"We'll meet again, Osamu Ashikaga."

"Yeah. See you around, Lucrezia."

Finally, the question of who created the doll was resolved. Although, Osamu did indeed leave with more questions than answers. Exorcists, some assignment to watch over Aika, and him being famous among said exorcists? It seemed there was so much more to the supernatural world than just gods and heaven.

Still, it seemed this Lucrezia wasn't a foe or a villain of any kind. Having her number handy provided Osamu with a bit of comfort, knowing he had an exorcist to call upon if thing got hairy again.

"Alright, time to go."

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