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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
So, they had a new friend now? Minako wasn't sure what to make of the Rabbid's decision-making. Perhaps he was just trying to save his own skin, maybe go along for the ride. Something about these creatures seemed very chaotic though, so she very much doubted he would attack them. At least for now. His weapon thing wasn't of much interest to her either. Things that were hard to comprehend could always be better understood at a later date, when less pressing matters were about. As it stood they were still separated from their group, and could consider their scouting almost complete. The fact they had gotten this far and not been jumped meant it was safe for the others to join them, assuming things took a turn for the worst on the open battlefield. But if the Aeon was with them, then they at least had the healer.
"Come on, we're almost done." It wasn't an order, and better suited as a gentle nudge to get the group moving. She set the pace for the four to move at, pushing herself in the process, though thankfully the human body was remarkably amazing at conserving stamina. The remainder of the path being clear put Minako's mind at ease, to which she let out an audible sigh of relief, thankful she didn't have to deal with anything on the way. But of course, there was still one last challenge which remained.
Before they could hop into that boat of pain and more pain, Tora's suggestion of rest got a nod of agreement from Minako. Thankfully this world wasn't like Tartarus, it wasn't going to make you impossibly tired just by being there, but fate hated her for some reason and decided to destroy her physical strength. Though she didn't say anything aloud, she was thankful they had the chance to rest, even if it meant delving into her past. It wouldn't hurt to share details of her own world, and it seemed remarkably dull next to Linkle's.
"Somehow the words paradise and Death Mountain don't feel like they should be in the same sentence." Her humour was still intact, at least, even if it was dulled considerably to how she used to act. Crimson eyes turned skyward for guidance to answer Tora's question, though it was surprisingly hard to get across how it really felt. If Linkle's was some kind of magical realm filled with wonder and fantasy, then describing a metropolitan area as 'normal' would be difficult. Maybe it would be best to hype it up as something otherworldly? It wouldn't be lying. "I came from a country called 'Japan', on a planet called 'Earth'. Technology is very advanced, compared to your world, and people like that man in the suit are commonplace. I think we're a thousand years apart or two, but it depends on how closely your world can relate to my own's history. A hundred years ago there were two World Wars, wars that brought in such great armies and terrible weapons that, for the most part, nobody wants to have a third. Because of this, as well as the high numbers of people and inventions that allow people to talk to one-another across oceans instantly, peace has settled comfortably on most of the world."
There was a temporary silence as she gathered her thoughts on her own country, as well as her experiences in the world. "Japan is... very densely populated. Take the amount of people in your village, times it by several thousand, and it still won't reach anywhere near the most populated city centres. Because of this, we had to build up. Our buildings are tall, made of hard metals and concrete, and can fit many, many people inside. I lived in a place called Iwatodai, a port city with lots of tall buildings and lots of people. It was nice though, especially the view of the ocean at sunset, which would coat everything in sight in a beautiful golden colour. At night, however, a strange event happens between 12pm and 1am, in which the sky turns green, people turn into coffins, and a giant labyrinth towering above all else erupts from the ground. We call it the Dark Hour, and it's really hard to explain, but basically it's a cursed time of the night where monsters come out to feed on the apathetic nature of humanity. A group of friends of mine helped me defeat the Dark Hour, so now people don't have to worry about disappearing in the night, but I was taken by the light soon after. I just hope all that hard work was worth it."
As Minako came to realise she had been talking much too long, the redhead cleared her throat and let Tora speak. She listened attentively to make up for her speaking so long. "Sounds like it was pretty fun. Maybe if this collection of worlds really has everything, I can see some of these giant titans you're talking about." With everyone gaining a bit of an understanding on where they all came from, it gave them a bit more insight into each-other's history. Normally this would mean a social link level up, but in this strange world melding realities together, social links didn't exist, at least not yet. Maybe once she had her Persona... Sliding into cover to avoid being shot at, Minako eyed the situation carefully. Seeing those turrets made her shudder, especially as they began blaring rounds at a rapid pace, but her heart was... mostly steady. She couldn't see any revolvers, so there was that. A rabbid group was being torn to shreds nearby, but hey, it wasn't their group. At least, not until Tora decided to poke his head out and get shot at...
"Jesus!" Through clenched teeth she kept low, though no bullets whirled over her head directly. Despite this, the cracking of air pressure was giving her a heart attack, so it wasn't all great. While the noppon was confident he could take a few hits, something told Minako that even the toughest she knew would be ruined by that level of firepower, so he was right to be terrified. She could only hope his shield would protect him from some of the damage - if the Aeon couldn't get to them in time to heal them, then she could always use her Soma. A waste of a Soma, but in this world, it may be worth it.
Yet the likelihood of using it rose by several times as Linkle ran out of cover, almost getting a shout out of Minako to get her to stop, but it was too late. While she didn't doubt Linkle's ability, running in front of an active minigun was tantamount to suicide! It made sense considering she didn't know just what a gun could do, but if Minako didn't act fast things would go to Hell at a breakneck pace. She had to do something! Yet the sounds of gunfire overhead pressured Minako into stillness. Her legs begged her to push forward, but fear mandated this fight, and fear of death, not for herself but for those around her, left her unable to act. No matter how hard she tried, Minako was frozen by fear, the very same fear that gave her so much strength to begin with...
Got a post mostly written up; should have it out real soon c:
Edit: Got it done, now ready for that sweet level up! I've been thinking about introducing the social links as an actual ability, but I need to think about how it would work. Maybe using the level up mechanic already present, yet for dialogue when Minako is speaking to someone. But since there's a max level of 10, it will need to be tweaked so it is balanced. Everyone gets bonuses through her, synchronising with her role as a "squad leader", and will allow her access to new personas as she comes to know her confidants.
Yeah also apologies on my end for the slowness, got a lot going on this week so things might not go super fast. I'll see if I can throw one out tonight, if not tomorrow c:
Oh yeah, I'm going to need a second co-GM, pretty sure that's still a feature. Lemme know if you're interested in the position, but just know there'll be some extra work expected. In return I'd like to give some perks to those helping me out, but I'll need some time sorting this stuff out. Hopefully I can make an offer to someone's satisfaction.
Also I'll set up a Discord while y'all send in some applications. Feel free to ask any questions you feel are important, and I'll try to get back to you quickly.
A brash family man who applies the work ethic of treating coworkers like family to his business. His workers are generally seen with an upbeat spirit, mostly becuase of the fact the more calamities happen....the more they get paid! Though there are multiple construction companies operating within Kirisama, his company is often the favored one, due to being native to the misty town.
Number 1 Heroes Around the World
Housed in Tokyo, and the sole reason why that particular prefecture has a crime rate that's still the same as it was during the Symbol of Peace era. Her Quirk allows her to create transparent barriers at any perceivable range, enabling her to protect, attack, and capture with her mind alone. Most criminals know not to trespass upon her holy ground because even if Magical Miracle Purity Light may not have the firepower to knock them out, she is wholly capable of impeding their activities until other heroes come to finish the job. In order to have the best possible defensive range, she partners up with Magical Miracle Purity Sight, the Empath Hero.
A good portion of her popularity stems from being a 'magical girl', and she's weirdly popular with men in their mid-30s who are convinced she's 15 years old, even when she's peaking in her late-20s at this point. Must be the face.
A hardcore hero who strikes fear in the hearts of all villains (and often times seems rather villainous himself), Mad Chains reached his spot in the Hero Rankings almost purely from merit. There's no doubt a cult following, but his true claim to fame is his inhuman work ethic that gave him the world record for 'longest streak of days without break'. Of course, that's due to his Immortal Quirk, granting him the ability to practically never die, as well as endless stamina, but considering the mental repurcussions of hero work, it's still rather impressive. Against human villains, he's an absolute menace. Against monstrous animals, he will literally punch them out from inside their stomach if that's what it takes.
Though he's mostly popular with university-aged guys who are absolutely awed by how FUCKING BADASS AND GORY AND EDGY he is, Mad Chains also has a weird fanclub called the 'Mad Maidens' who go about obssessing over which pieces of him they managed to pick up during his bloodier fights. Maybe some girls like guys who can take punishment. Life is strange, really.
Elegant and gentlemanly, Nightscape's Quirk allows him to finely manipulate and alter the properities of his cape, and he eloquently flies through the cities of America on an endless tour, tossing roses at his fangirls while kicking villain ass while he's at it. Famously promiscuous, he proudly states that he's got a woman waiting for him in every town, but still manages to get more woman in his sheets regardless of his cheating ass. Maybe it's the charm or something. Despite his frivolous nature, however, he's saved the country from nuclear terrorist scheme to nuclear terrorist scheme, always managing to pull through in the end. Even his critics have to admit that he's the real deal as a top tier superhero, no matter who he beds that night.
Rumors in tabloids say that his heart actually belongs to a 'Misery Mancer', the supposed daughter of the infamous supervillainess, Madame Frankenstein...but wew, that'd make for an awkward wedding, wouldn't it?
A veteran from the pre-Symbol of Peace era, MAXIMUM is a silver fox that never bothered retiring and never bothered putting on a shirt. The epitome of Russian hardiness, his Ironclad Quirk transforms his body into artillery, firing heavy ordinance and delivering rocket punches to all those that dare stand in his way. In the country that has more monsters than villains, more barren land than cities, MAXIMUM's maximum firepower can always be seen on display, laying waste to the behemoths that would cause lesser, less manly heroes to closely reexamine why they signed up for this job. His weaponry's also powered by alcohol, so MAXIMUM actually has a reason to drink on the job, making him even more popular with the young gopniks.
Despite everything he does, however, most of his paycheck still goes to his three ex-wives and the children in their custody. Being a father's pretty hard work, sadly, and he's losing more hair every day, wondering if he'd go to his deathbed alone.
The youngest of the world's #1 Heroes, Oceania brings peace of mind to a people who have to deal with horrifying abominations every other day. With the power to drown half the Outback, she has an unlimited well of water she can draw from her body and control, provided the area she is in isn't raining. The sheer versatility of her power allows her to do things no ordinary hero could attempt, and allows her to deal with threats that most aren't normally equipped to handle, such as droughts. Let the city slickers deal with their own problems, and she'll handle literally almost everything else.
And while she does do a damn good job at dealing with Quirk-Enhanced-Fauna, all that experience makes her rather... brutal against villains. Let's just say the iron in her fist is of a greater grade than the mining industry.
What better way to show off your power than have your number one hero be a walking military arsenal? The weird thing about Jugdral is that, unlike MAXIMUM, she can coordinate her firepower with some pretty ridiculous accuracy, and many would argue she is in her absolute prime. Jugdral's Quirk allows her to manipulate vectors involving metals, such as bullets and shrapnel. In short, if you shoot at her, she can make that bullet dance circles around you for a little bit. Of course, she needs to be able to see the object in question, so it's entirely possible to take her by surprise. However, if her gaze is on you, you're basically fucked.
Jugdral is one of the first heroes to become part machine, in an effort to bring out her full potential. It's safe to say that whatever those Germans did, it's definitely working. She is an active member of UN peacekeeping missions, and an avid advocate for gun control.
Another hero who has mainly gained their infamy through the sheer amount of work they put out, Bladestrider never ceases to surprise. He'll disappear for months at a time without a word, then come out of nowhere with some of the biggest villain leaders in the country and dozens of assassination attempts thwarted under his belt. While he is a veteran from the pre-Symbol era, it's only after All-Might's fall that he truly came to prominence. He's completely bipolar in his presentation, going from completely silent and untraceable to being centre stage of a battlefield, summoning all kinds of fancy swords to suit his needs.
If you somehow manage to catch some free time with him, make sure you specify he go 'undercover', otherwise he will do whatever it you want to do with him in the most extra way possible. Show off...
Commonly referred to as "The Handler", this bad boy just loves ruining a bad guy's day. He's quite cocky, always sporting a competitive nature, and always pushing himself to his limits. Being able to freely manipulate plant life, The Handler keeps a handle on any and all disturbances in and around the ever-lively Rio, keeping the criminals locked up and the animals messed up. At first it was a little hard to use his power in the city streets, but being able to rapidly grow vines from a seed meant that wasn't a problem for long. His fans tend to get into gardening and environmentalism to support his cause, so he has a pretty healthy relationship with most, in spite of how he acts sometimes.
He has mentioned that he could easily destroy entire rain forests if he wanted to, but since people like him so much he has chosen not to. Wouldn't want to compromise the easy life, after all! Right...?
The sky was full of crimson lights. The red glow of an ambulance off in the distance, the embers of golden rain, the banners of a group hungry for power. Red was the colour of the night this beautiful, dreadful, weary night, be it blood or the uniforms it stained. Practically overnight, the town of recovery had become the town of battle, a warzone encompassing the entire city. Anarchy, put simply.
The hills were alight and smouldering, the city itself erupting in chaos - just thinking back to even a day ago, even a few hours ago, and one could hardly find it within themselves to see how such a beautiful, hardy city had transformed into Hell itself. It gave a new, almost laughably ironic meaning to the name 'Jigokuraku Academy', loosely translated to "Hell's Paradise" or "Heaven Hell". By day, Kirisama was a piece of Heaven, of paradise. Yet now... with such an eerie glow to it, fire and fighting and more fire, the Hell part felt incredibly accurate. And with the dancing lights of a red aurora above, not unlike those seen in the arctic, and the oppressive sun which bathed the city in heat and scarlet hues, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference at a glance.
Yet if you looked closely, one could make out small beacons of light -- hope -- which raged as passionately as the red aurora above. They came in many colours: the blues of someone confronting their fears, the golds of the inexperienced inspiring those in need, the greens of ingenuity and kindness, the greys of desperation and a fighting spirit. There was a sage who showed bravery in the face of peril, a sapphire finding spirit amidst hopelessness, a pink sharing wisdom and knowledge, an orange rejecting their past, a red going beyond their natural limit, a yellow who discovered focus, a black showing true heart. There was a purple who could mask the fear of others, a lime who could save those around them, and a bronze doing absolutely everything they could to shine gold.
And uniting all of those beautiful colours was a pure, unfiltered white, rejecting the darkness around them with all that they had.
All-Might set the standard for being a Symbol of Peace many, many years ago. It was through his radiant lights, of many colours, which could shine to the darkest reaches and fill those most troubled with hope. This was not the same; the man had no successor, both to his quirk nor to his title, and the next in line would build themselves up to his image in their own way. They rejected the many colours he had set for them, and instead used them, combined them, to fully encompass what they were with purity. The colours which made a hero, embodying all sorts of ideals, values, beliefs and virtues, could be summed up with that one word alone: heroism.
And that white light? Whoever was the source of its glow was a true hero. Unlike any that had come before. The next generation of heroes had come, and with it a new Symbol of Peace, and with that an array of vibrant colour embodying heroics. And the darkness creating that red aurora, causing pain and misery in its wake? That couldn't even be considered a true villain. That was a monster, so destructive and fierce it could threaten the world, and drown it under an abyssal blanket.
Today was Day One. But nobody could say whether it was the first day of hope... ... or terror.
𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 | ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕪𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕟 | Episode 01 : Day One |
Frost was uncommon to the people of Kirisama, though not completely unheard of, either. While the city had a remarkable tendency to draw fog, supposedly due to the surrounding terrain and wind currents, frosting over windows and sidewalks was a rare occurrence. The winter chill hadn't quite left the weary city, so it would seem, even though summer would be dawning on them in the coming season. Still, the new school year was upon them, as evidenced by pretty pink petals drifting at five centimetres per second.
Speaking of, Jigokuraku's doors would be opening today, literally the day after they sent out letters informing the chosen few of their place. Some might call it tardiness, however with the exam called in early, they undoubtedly had to make a change in judgement. Point-based entry wouldn't cut it when so many failed to even acquire a single point, after all. Those lucky enough to get that short and simple proof of verification would have quite the morning ahead of them, with temperatures a few degrees above zero Celsius and a climb up one of Kirisama's steeper trails. It might have left a bad taste in the mouths of some, yet there were undoubtedly those who appreciated the simplicity and challenge.
Of course the only student who had a letter of recommendation fit into the latter of those two sides, perfectly comfortable with the cold most would find too bitter to bother with. Having woken up incredibly early out of habit, they were most definitely the first to partake in the climb up those steps, and climb they damn well did! Fuelled by excitement from their letter, they practically raced to the top, only stopping to catch sight of the view from the three quarter mark. The fog didn't intrude upon the sights today, it would seem, giving them a moment to bask in the morning sunrise, its orange glow stretching across the vast seas, skies, and soil.
"It's very beautiful... Perhaps another great morning I'll come here and sketch it into my notebook?" The student deliberated a little, however with their breath returning to them they decided to sit on the idea for now. After all, with the dorms up by the school, it wouldn't be nearly as rough a trek as it had just been.
As the student took the steps to complete the rest of their journey, those who had found acceptance in Jigokuraku were at the beginning to a journey all their own. Some were only just waking up, admittedly, starting that journey later than others. What mattered was that they were chosen - accepted, even, and found a path they would not have been able to take without the help of Jigokuraku.
What they didn't know was just what this journey entailed. The laughter and the tears, the friends and the rivals, the hope and despair, the heroes, the villains, and the in-between. The heroes of this particular journey would undertake challenges not many could safely say they had handled at their age, crawling their way from the mud in a race to reach their peers. Starting in dead last sucks, and it requires a special kind of student with a special kind of teacher, teaching in a certain, probably unconventional way, to get them up the ranks. But it truly was up to them if they would actually achieve that growth or not. The true weight of their actions would never really hit them until they reached Day One, and determine whether they shared inspiration or hopelessness. But for now, the first of many challenges lay before them:
Survive the first day of school.
In a time yet to come, Kirisama becomes a warzone, filled with violence and flame. Its residents find comfort in those who fight for them, embodying the ideals of the Symbol of Peace in their own way, as a new symbol is born amidst the destruction. However, that time is far from now, where the polar opposite is occurring: a gentle frost captures the peaceful city in the early spring, the same day as Jigokuraku's big opening. The students who made the cut after the exam was cut short received a short, personal letter of invitation the day following the letter's arrival, and now face a daunting climb. The first day of school presents all sorts of challenges, and one unnamed student has gone ahead and beaten everyone to the top much, much too early...
The RP has begun! You may now begin posting! We also now have a Discord! That link may not work for new members, in which case PM a member of the GM Team. Applications are closed! Thank you for your interest! We hope this cast will stick around and help this RP grow!
| 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 |
𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝔼𝕩𝕒𝕞
This is simply the events of the entrance exam reposted, in case anyone is interested in reading it. I'll provide a summary of the exam if this gains traction, but I'd rather gauge for interest before I end up overworking to death.
Jigokuraku Academy opens its' doors for the first time, and with it a new breed of Heroes. The entrance exam proved that the school would be using unorthodox methods compared to the many other schools out there, having pitted teacher against student in a simulated rescue mission. Several classes of first year students convene outside the front gate, some ready to begin their journey through adolescence and Heroics, some not. Little do these students know, Kirisama's darkness is stirring, threatening the peace of both the students and the residents.
It's the first day of school, most already know what this means: uniforms, introductions, and a quick little test of everyone's powers. After all, not everyone got the chance to see what their classmates were capable of, and Jigokuraku has something which is sure to test the wannabe heroes: A good ol' fashion game of paintball.
Now you're probably wondering, 'what's the catch? We just went through the entrance exam and that was more extreme'! Well, the point of this test is to show both the teachers and students your mettle, to help them gauge the proficiency of your power, where you need to improve, fun things like that. Funnily enough, the support class also needs to be tested on this with their inventions. Wait. Looks like Class 1-A are being pitted against their own year's support class. In spite of the name, some of their inventions are pretty... explosive. Yeah. While these kids don't have the heroics quite down the same as you do, they're pretty smart and shouldn't be underestimated, especially for the team battle at the end of the day. You'll need your wits and strengths about you, heroes! Or suffer the humiliation of losing to the support class!
Episodes:
00: Day One - Uniforms and speeches, plus learning who's who in this new school. Introductions are in order! Link! 01: Support Class?! - We're going outside to catch some air. And some paintballs. Final battle pits two classes against one-another. 00: --
OPENING 2: "IMAGINARY LIKE THE JUSTICE"
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤
The second sponsored interschool games is approaching rapidly, which has students from all over excited. The Four Pillar' Games are a great place to get traction and recognition in one's hero career, and get an early following from the public. However, unlike last year, another school has been invited to the Games, revealing another layer to the Four Pillar Project. The students of Jigokuraku will be up against some of the best in the country in all areas of expertise. The question is, can they hope to be enough? Or better yet, can they go beyond expectation?
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[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]You are the wind at my back[/color] and the sword at my side;[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[row][cell][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][right][sub]Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
[/sub][/color][/cell][cell][center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg[/img][/center][/cell][cell][right][sub][color=purple]"There are better places
to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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