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break Room / Re: Post your birthday ...
« on: January 16, 2021, 11:17:01 AM »
congrats! Believe me dude, it don't get any less weird as your 20s progress for a while. Prepare to feel about that way until your 25.
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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Writing Log
« on: January 16, 2021, 11:15:38 AM »
Don't get too trapped in it Suuper. It's always best to actually get some writing on paper to see where the holes are. Things always turn out different from my the synopsis.
Meanwhile, after not getting much at all done during my vacation writing wise, I'm back on the horse and getting some forward progress on War Arc.
Meanwhile, after not getting much at all done during my vacation writing wise, I'm back on the horse and getting some forward progress on War Arc.
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MR Pub / Re: Happy New Year MangaRaiders!!
« on: January 07, 2021, 12:16:59 PM »
Happy new year everyone!
I know that just because the calendar ticked over that things haven't really changed, but remember that the new year gives us the opportunity to catalog and separate the nightmare that was 2020 in our minds. 2021 will still be hard, yes, but hopefully you can separate things to make them easier to bare. By the end of this year, things will be have changed for the better.
I know that just because the calendar ticked over that things haven't really changed, but remember that the new year gives us the opportunity to catalog and separate the nightmare that was 2020 in our minds. 2021 will still be hard, yes, but hopefully you can separate things to make them easier to bare. By the end of this year, things will be have changed for the better.
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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Writing Log
« on: January 07, 2021, 12:14:06 PM »
Feel the guilt Suuper!
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Welcome Center / Re: Hi! Newbie here
« on: January 07, 2021, 12:13:29 PM »
Welcome to MangaRaiders! It's good that you have a mind to research the actual culture! Most people who start out value style over substance, which doesn't make for good novels, lol. As someone who came to MR in their mid teens after deciding to write a shounen novel, I salute you, and encourage you to keep on your path. I'm writing my third novel now, if that gives you hope!
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MR Pub / Re: Milestones
« on: December 29, 2020, 12:00:40 PM »
Keeps on ticking... Ticking... Ticking...
Congrats on the milestone!
Congrats on the milestone!
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Manga Writer workshop / Re: Writing Advent Calendar 2020
« on: December 28, 2020, 10:43:03 AM »
*Cracks knuckles*
Alright, let's finish this thing off then.
Day 21
Day 22
Day 23
Day 24
Alright, let's finish this thing off then.
Day 21
Spoiler
Not as such really, although most of my characters have a dollop of adversity in their pasts.
Day 22
Spoiler
No way to do this without spoilers :P
Day 23
Spoiler
A story in which a team of magical girls team up with an immortal to rescue the world from a dark force threatening to consume it.
Day 24
Spoiler
In 12 months I intend to be back to working on all of my own projects, and only my own projects, with War Arc way in my past.
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Manga Writer workshop / Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« on: December 28, 2020, 10:37:21 AM »
@NO1SY: Nice story, but to hell with that! KFC is not worth the effort of waiting through the night Christmas Eve and morning just for subpar fried chicken. You're putting in ten times as much work as it would be to just make fried chicken yourself man!
@Echo: At first it was charming, and then it was terrifying! What a horrendous thing you've written! Good job! Now I know who to blame for the brown Christmas we got here, lol
@Echo: At first it was charming, and then it was terrifying! What a horrendous thing you've written! Good job! Now I know who to blame for the brown Christmas we got here, lol
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break Room / Merry Christmas MangaRaiders - 2020
« on: December 24, 2020, 07:55:07 PM »
Merry Christmas to all of our raider family who celebrate it! It's been a wild year, and like myself I'm sure a lot of us will be spending it away from family for the first time. Have a good one y'all, and remember that no matter how far apart we are, raider is always family!
Love you guys! Happy h
:x-mas:olidays!
Love you guys! Happy h
:x-mas:olidays!
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MR Pub / Re: Happy Hour 12 Days of Xmas 2020
« on: December 24, 2020, 07:22:16 PM »
Audio issues aside, I'm super proud of us for getting the hm12 days pulled off this year in such a smooth manner! After all of 2020, and years of experience, we finally did it in a way that didn't involve last minute crunch time!
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Movies and TV shows / Re: Alice in borderland(wow)
« on: December 23, 2020, 08:07:48 PM »
I've had the anime on my radar for a while, but looking at the manga, it has absolutely amazing artwork. It's cool that it inspired you to write! We all have the things that trigger us.
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Welcome Center / Re: Writer new to the online world
« on: December 23, 2020, 08:02:56 PM »
Nice to meet you Childk! Welcome to MR! We were built off the idea of providing an environment where anyone, no matter how hesitant, felt secure in showing their work. So you're in good company there.
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Manga Writer workshop / Re: The Christmas Story Writing Challenge 2020
« on: December 21, 2020, 10:37:02 PM »
And here is my contribution! If you're interested, day 11 of the Happy Hour christmas specials will be a narrated version by the regular crew (and Nairbons!)
HAPPY HOUR CHRISTMAS STORY 2020 - BICRO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE
Bing Crosby spat blood onto the hard stone at his feet. Steam rose from it in the chilly winter air, adding to the wet on his face from the sweat. He knew they shouldn’t have come this far into the mountains of Vermont at this time of year, the snow was already far too deep, but their foe’s actions had made it unavoidable. The bastard had killed Dean back in Memphis, and after that there was no going back. Bing looked up to see Elvis Presley standing twenty meters up the rocky slope, his stand Blue Christmas at his side. The smug look the so-called ‘king’ wore was evident, even from behind his ridiculous shades.
“Best stay down there on the ground you little ankle biter”, said Elvis, “ol’ Mr. Martin made the mistake of getting up, but Winter Wonderland was no match for my Blue Christmas!”
Bing brought a knee up, finding his footing just in case he needed to get out of there quick-like. The much younger Presley may have had youth on his side, but Bing could still move when he needed to. If push really came to shove, he could still use White Christmas to slow Elvis down. That trick had already worked once, but Bing wasn’t sure if it would again.
Bing wince as he tested his twisted ankle, “my apologies pal, but that’s not going to happen”. The elder phraser pushed himself to his feet, “I can’t let what you did to Dean slide, and neither can the rest of us!”
Elvis laughed, “you old fool! I have McCartney and Buble dealing with Starr and King Cole as we speak! And that hamon user Kaye you insisted on bringing along is half dead in a stream! What hope do you have?!”
Bing rose back to his feet with the aid of White Christmas, “it doesn’t matter if I have hope or not Presley!” Crosby broke out into a sprint, pushing his ankle to the limit. He just needed to close the gap between the two of them. As long as he got within White Christmas’s striking distance of five meters he would be able to land a hit. Danny had already slowed Elvis down with his hamon. With the King’s burgeoning vampiric powers temporarily subdued, he was only as powerful as a regular human. As long as that remained true, then Bing could still win!
Elvis’s smug expression hadn’t changed, but it was about to. “White Christmas!” Screamed Bing. The stand emerged at his back, and slammed its palms together, they were within range now. At once the temperature dropped dramatically for anything within a five meter radius of the stand with the exception of Bing, “it’s over Presley!” Bing kept moving forward, but before his punch could land, a massive force smashed into his chest. Blood and buttons from Bing’s cardigan flew through the frosty night air as Bing sailed back down the mountainside.
Elvis laughed as he watched Bing fly backwards, “ain’t that a bite Bing? My Blue Christmas can move at near relativistic speeds! From your perspective, you get hit by its attacks five seconds before you even see it move! Blue Christmas’s speed warps time and space itself! You literally can’t see it coming!”
Bing hit the ground. He bounced along, carried by gravity, until finally coming to rest against a fur tree which teetered over the edge of a half frozen stream. After a life as a singer and movie star, this wasn’t how Bing had seen his life coming to an end. He put a hand to the open wound on his chest where Blue Christmas’s knuckles had torn into his flesh. The blood was already freezing to his fingertips, and was binding his chest hair into a matted mess.
“Dean, Kay, Nat, Danny, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull this one off. You’re going to have to push forward in my stead.”
Just then, a hand clasped around Bing’s bicep, “don’t be like that Bing. What would the general say if you had told him that back in France?”
“Danny!” shouted Bing. He found the energy to turn and pull his old friend Danny Kaye up to the same level as himself. “I thought that attack from Blue Christmas had gotten you Danny! Are you alright you ol’ papershaker?”
“Ah…” said Danny, nodding down at his abdomen where Bing saw an open wound where the actor’s guts were spilling out. “I er...well I don’t think I’m going to make it ol’ buddy. My hamon breathing has kept me alive a little longer, but… but it can’t make me immortal. And unless you have one of those masks like Elvis found back in Tennessee, then well… well I’m a goner.”
Bing shook his head, “don’t tell me that Danny! You’re going to make it through this! We’re all going to make it through this!”
Danny attempted a nervous laugh, it was his way to lighten the mood, but it was clear by now to everyone that he wasn’t long for this world, “now don’t get all sappy on me buddy. I have one last gift to… to give you, as your friend.”
Danny breathed in deep, letting his lungs fill with all the energy they could take. He pressed a hand against Bing’s chest, and Bing felt the hamon energy flowing into his body. It was bright and warm, like sunlight. But there was an unsaid cost that Danny was paying. Bing knew it, so even while Danny’s warmth spread throughout his body, Bing pleaded with his old friend to stop, “dammit it Kaye! It’s not worth it. Don’t give up your life just to save mine!”
Danny shook his head, “it’s okay Bing. You and I both know that right now you’re the only one who has a chance to stop Elvis. So…” The flow of energy ceased, “you get in there… and you… send that bastard to hell…”
Danny’s eyes closed, and Bing yelled at him as he felt his friend’s heart slow to a stop, “Danny! Danny! Wake up Danny!” Tears dripped from Bing’s face onto Danny’s, but there was nothing he could do. One of his oldest friends lay dead on the frozen Vermont ground, and although he had given his life willingly, Bing knew that the one to blame was the king himself, Elvis Presley.
Revitalized, Bing rose to his feet and started his way up the steep slope, “Elvis! Elvis!! EEEEELLLLLVVIIIIISSSS!” he roared, only to be met with an approaching laughter.
Elvis was gyrating as he descended the mountainside, “looks like ol’ Kaye has paid the ultimate price for messing with the King!” He thrusted his pelvis in the direction of Danny’s body, “but don’t feel sad Crosby, I’m still around to play with you! Blue Christmas!”
Bing knew what was coming, and he yelled in response, “White Christmas!”
Except this time, Bing felt no impact. Instead when five seconds had passed and Blue Christmas rushed forward, it stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward even a single centimeter.
“What the in sam-hill!” Cried Elvis. His stand was completely frozen, unable to even move backwards.
Bing shouted, “it’s all thanks to Danny! Normally, White Christmas can only chill a five meter radius down to negative one-hundred degrees celsius, but with the boost I’m getting from Danny’s hamon, it can cool that same area down to absolute zero! At that point, even time stops! Your Blue Christmas can’t blue-shift through frozen time, which means you can no longer touch me, Presley!”
“No!” screamed Elvis, but it was too late. Bing and White Christmas had advanced past Blue Christmas, and Elvis entered the invisible radius around Bing. Bing raised his fist, and began hammering into Elvis’s face. Trees around the singers burst into shards from the extreme cold, and Elvis began to freeze solid as Bing pummeled him, “Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!”
With one final uppercut to the jaw, White Christmas shattered Elvis into uncountable pieces. At the same time, Bing felt the boost he had received from Danny disappear, and he collapsed onto the snowy ground. Breathing deep, Bing thought of the friends he had lost to the bastardly Elvis. He thought of Kay Star and Nat King Cole, who unbeknownst to him had already vanquished Paul McCartney and Michael Buble, and were making their way up the mountain to assist him. Bing would alway miss his friends, but at least now Dean and Danny could rest easy knowing that what was left of Elvis would burn to cinders in the morning sun.
The cold air stinging his lungs, Bing whispered, “you never contributed a damn thing to music, Presley…” before passing out in the cold embrace of the Vermont winter.
HAPPY HOUR CHRISTMAS STORY 2020 - BICRO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE
HAPPY HOUR CHRISTMAS STORY 2020 - BICRO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE
Bing Crosby spat blood onto the hard stone at his feet. Steam rose from it in the chilly winter air, adding to the wet on his face from the sweat. He knew they shouldn’t have come this far into the mountains of Vermont at this time of year, the snow was already far too deep, but their foe’s actions had made it unavoidable. The bastard had killed Dean back in Memphis, and after that there was no going back. Bing looked up to see Elvis Presley standing twenty meters up the rocky slope, his stand Blue Christmas at his side. The smug look the so-called ‘king’ wore was evident, even from behind his ridiculous shades.
“Best stay down there on the ground you little ankle biter”, said Elvis, “ol’ Mr. Martin made the mistake of getting up, but Winter Wonderland was no match for my Blue Christmas!”
Bing brought a knee up, finding his footing just in case he needed to get out of there quick-like. The much younger Presley may have had youth on his side, but Bing could still move when he needed to. If push really came to shove, he could still use White Christmas to slow Elvis down. That trick had already worked once, but Bing wasn’t sure if it would again.
Bing wince as he tested his twisted ankle, “my apologies pal, but that’s not going to happen”. The elder phraser pushed himself to his feet, “I can’t let what you did to Dean slide, and neither can the rest of us!”
Elvis laughed, “you old fool! I have McCartney and Buble dealing with Starr and King Cole as we speak! And that hamon user Kaye you insisted on bringing along is half dead in a stream! What hope do you have?!”
Bing rose back to his feet with the aid of White Christmas, “it doesn’t matter if I have hope or not Presley!” Crosby broke out into a sprint, pushing his ankle to the limit. He just needed to close the gap between the two of them. As long as he got within White Christmas’s striking distance of five meters he would be able to land a hit. Danny had already slowed Elvis down with his hamon. With the King’s burgeoning vampiric powers temporarily subdued, he was only as powerful as a regular human. As long as that remained true, then Bing could still win!
Elvis’s smug expression hadn’t changed, but it was about to. “White Christmas!” Screamed Bing. The stand emerged at his back, and slammed its palms together, they were within range now. At once the temperature dropped dramatically for anything within a five meter radius of the stand with the exception of Bing, “it’s over Presley!” Bing kept moving forward, but before his punch could land, a massive force smashed into his chest. Blood and buttons from Bing’s cardigan flew through the frosty night air as Bing sailed back down the mountainside.
Elvis laughed as he watched Bing fly backwards, “ain’t that a bite Bing? My Blue Christmas can move at near relativistic speeds! From your perspective, you get hit by its attacks five seconds before you even see it move! Blue Christmas’s speed warps time and space itself! You literally can’t see it coming!”
Bing hit the ground. He bounced along, carried by gravity, until finally coming to rest against a fur tree which teetered over the edge of a half frozen stream. After a life as a singer and movie star, this wasn’t how Bing had seen his life coming to an end. He put a hand to the open wound on his chest where Blue Christmas’s knuckles had torn into his flesh. The blood was already freezing to his fingertips, and was binding his chest hair into a matted mess.
“Dean, Kay, Nat, Danny, I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull this one off. You’re going to have to push forward in my stead.”
Just then, a hand clasped around Bing’s bicep, “don’t be like that Bing. What would the general say if you had told him that back in France?”
“Danny!” shouted Bing. He found the energy to turn and pull his old friend Danny Kaye up to the same level as himself. “I thought that attack from Blue Christmas had gotten you Danny! Are you alright you ol’ papershaker?”
“Ah…” said Danny, nodding down at his abdomen where Bing saw an open wound where the actor’s guts were spilling out. “I er...well I don’t think I’m going to make it ol’ buddy. My hamon breathing has kept me alive a little longer, but… but it can’t make me immortal. And unless you have one of those masks like Elvis found back in Tennessee, then well… well I’m a goner.”
Bing shook his head, “don’t tell me that Danny! You’re going to make it through this! We’re all going to make it through this!”
Danny attempted a nervous laugh, it was his way to lighten the mood, but it was clear by now to everyone that he wasn’t long for this world, “now don’t get all sappy on me buddy. I have one last gift to… to give you, as your friend.”
Danny breathed in deep, letting his lungs fill with all the energy they could take. He pressed a hand against Bing’s chest, and Bing felt the hamon energy flowing into his body. It was bright and warm, like sunlight. But there was an unsaid cost that Danny was paying. Bing knew it, so even while Danny’s warmth spread throughout his body, Bing pleaded with his old friend to stop, “dammit it Kaye! It’s not worth it. Don’t give up your life just to save mine!”
Danny shook his head, “it’s okay Bing. You and I both know that right now you’re the only one who has a chance to stop Elvis. So…” The flow of energy ceased, “you get in there… and you… send that bastard to hell…”
Danny’s eyes closed, and Bing yelled at him as he felt his friend’s heart slow to a stop, “Danny! Danny! Wake up Danny!” Tears dripped from Bing’s face onto Danny’s, but there was nothing he could do. One of his oldest friends lay dead on the frozen Vermont ground, and although he had given his life willingly, Bing knew that the one to blame was the king himself, Elvis Presley.
Revitalized, Bing rose to his feet and started his way up the steep slope, “Elvis! Elvis!! EEEEELLLLLVVIIIIISSSS!” he roared, only to be met with an approaching laughter.
Elvis was gyrating as he descended the mountainside, “looks like ol’ Kaye has paid the ultimate price for messing with the King!” He thrusted his pelvis in the direction of Danny’s body, “but don’t feel sad Crosby, I’m still around to play with you! Blue Christmas!”
Bing knew what was coming, and he yelled in response, “White Christmas!”
Except this time, Bing felt no impact. Instead when five seconds had passed and Blue Christmas rushed forward, it stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward even a single centimeter.
“What the in sam-hill!” Cried Elvis. His stand was completely frozen, unable to even move backwards.
Bing shouted, “it’s all thanks to Danny! Normally, White Christmas can only chill a five meter radius down to negative one-hundred degrees celsius, but with the boost I’m getting from Danny’s hamon, it can cool that same area down to absolute zero! At that point, even time stops! Your Blue Christmas can’t blue-shift through frozen time, which means you can no longer touch me, Presley!”
“No!” screamed Elvis, but it was too late. Bing and White Christmas had advanced past Blue Christmas, and Elvis entered the invisible radius around Bing. Bing raised his fist, and began hammering into Elvis’s face. Trees around the singers burst into shards from the extreme cold, and Elvis began to freeze solid as Bing pummeled him, “Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!”
With one final uppercut to the jaw, White Christmas shattered Elvis into uncountable pieces. At the same time, Bing felt the boost he had received from Danny disappear, and he collapsed onto the snowy ground. Breathing deep, Bing thought of the friends he had lost to the bastardly Elvis. He thought of Kay Star and Nat King Cole, who unbeknownst to him had already vanquished Paul McCartney and Michael Buble, and were making their way up the mountain to assist him. Bing would alway miss his friends, but at least now Dean and Danny could rest easy knowing that what was left of Elvis would burn to cinders in the morning sun.
The cold air stinging his lungs, Bing whispered, “you never contributed a damn thing to music, Presley…” before passing out in the cold embrace of the Vermont winter.
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Manga Writer workshop / Re: Writing Advent Calendar 2020
« on: December 21, 2020, 04:39:06 PM »
*cracks knuckles* Time to get back to it. Those little stale candies won't eat themselves!
Day 7
Day 8
Day 9
Day 10
Day 11
Day 12
Day 13
Day 14
Day 15
Day 16
Day 17
Day 18
Day 19
Day 20
Day 7
Spoiler
1. Keep the kids alive. 2. Defeat the dark god. 3. Get his powers back. 4. Kill an old friend. 5. Recruit a new friend (anything past here be spoilers)
Day 8
Spoiler
All accents are valid
Day 9
Spoiler
The immortal main characters all met each other.
Day 10
Spoiler
Fuji is a side character whose primary role in the story is that of a mentor to many of the characters, and as a mediator between some of the more strong minded ones. As the name implies, he's basically the rock upon which much of the cast is built.
Day 11
Spoiler
the enix generation rings that Alliance ships use to generate the power required to move their vessels between dimensions.
Day 12
Spoiler
All earth holidays are applicable, but I haven't created any special ones for the story.
Day 13
Spoiler
though not the first moment in the story, the first one that comes to mind is when the main character slays a sky scraper sized monster in the first book. It's the first time he really shows off his power to such a scale, and it makes clear the power dynamic between normal humans and immortals.
Day 14
Spoiler
For most of the main cast, it's more of a master g apprentice situation. There's no school for being an immortal. You just gotta stumble on to one and convince them to teach you, or have them decide to teach you on their own.
Day 15
Spoiler
It depends on the book, but the main antagonist is always someone from the main character's past in some way.
Day 16
Spoiler
I definitely made some "sports ball" joke once upon a time. But I would say that in the circles the main characters travel in, there's a lot of organized fights.
Day 17
Spoiler
Some melodramatic nonsense that is best left forgotten, lol. That's for a future draft to fix.
Day 18
Spoiler
Part of what I'm exploring is if there is something immutable about the human soul. The story asks whether you think the immortal characters who have lived for so long and try desperately to cling into their humanity are actually succeeding. What is the difference between human and something less than or more than human?
Day 19
Spoiler
This is a joke yet to be made, but they definitely all have a soft spot for various star treks
Day 20
Spoiler
Nothing I would call unique. The story has all religions being equally valid.
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break Room / Re: What made you become an artist/writer?
« on: December 21, 2020, 04:20:32 PM »
Sheesh! I mean you might as well right?
My own story isn't that interesting. I just woke up one spring day and said "I'm going to write a book!" And then started doing just that. Was it an absolute mess since I had zero writing experience? Oh yeah. But it was definitely fun, and I never looked back.
My own story isn't that interesting. I just woke up one spring day and said "I'm going to write a book!" And then started doing just that. Was it an absolute mess since I had zero writing experience? Oh yeah. But it was definitely fun, and I never looked back.
