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Fantasy and Japanese アニメーション 531 or FJA 531: Limited Seating

It's suppose to sound like a generic slice-of-life.

You're all just a bunch of kids that want credits or are genuinely interested in the class. You come to class expecting to be either bored or entertained, if it's boring you might just sleep through it. The teacher sounds uptight, but he teaches fantasy and anime, hopefully he's not some dejected writer who never made it.

You never know what you're going to get until after the first class, ERode.

A Fantasy and Anime class would be most otaku's and chuunibyou's dream.

I'm hinting at something here.

Fantasy and Japanese アニメーション 531 or FJA 531: Limited Seating

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Fantasy and Japanese アニメーション 531 or FJA 531: Limited Seating!

Fantasy and Japanese Animation Class!

konnichiwa!

Welcome.

Start your adventure today!

Fantasy and Japanese アニメーション 531 or FJA 531: Limited Seating

OoC

A pamphlet hanging coming off a board said
Section Code: 31773-FJA
Available Seats: 7/7
Prerequisites: ENG 184, SOC 001, ANI 101. Must have at least 1 Semester Standing.
Credits Satisfied: 1.00-9.00

Hate learning?

Well, why don't you at least like the subject that you hate to learn?!

A class on Fantasy and Japanese Animation!

The rules are simple:
-Deposit your attitude in the attitude box by the door before entering class.
-Dress properly.
-Absolutely NO ELECTRONICS ALLOWED.
-Be prepared to answer questions!
-You are expected to submit a written report about all topics discussed and examined in class.
-Be punctual.
-Most of all, be respectful to your Professor.
-Etc.

How to Sign Up:
Students:
-Sign on with your student email on the school page and submit your application online.
Non-Students:
-If you're not a student at Chiharu University, e-mail [e-mail] and ask for special permission.

~Information:
-High-Casual role play. Meaning: I expect a 1-3 paragraph coherent post, with proper capitalization. I'm not a grammar Nazi. Just be coherent.
-I accept and WELCOME new role players, but message me first. If you're proactive in life, you have a better chance of getting what you want. You still have to follow the 2-3 paragraph rule.
-The amount of slots is debatable.
-Actual attendance is taken. At least 1 post in OoC everyday. 1 post in IC every week.
-Message me if you're having any problems or can't post.
-Should you not post in OoC for the first day, you get a pass. The second day you don't post in OoC you get a strike. After the fourth day, you will be removed and your spot put up for grabs.
-Acceptance is based off CS, and any BAD history we might have had. I'll be blunt, don't cross me twice.
-I'm putting on my GM boots. Will stomp the shit out of you if you play any passive aggressive games with me.
-Keep it clean.
-I expect you to read every single damn word of every single damn post. I'm not going to let you undermine the work and time people take into writing posts. Should I find you constantly being misinformed in posts you're going to get booted.
-Don't understand something? Something wasn't clear? A mistake somewhere possibly? Ask.
-I'm also looking for player chemistry. Talk to each other, get to know each other, venture out and do things with each other, for fuck sake DATE each other.
-If any newbies are accepted, be polite and nurturing.
-Theme: High School/College, Social, Fantasy, Action.
-Have fun~

Co GMs: Bikko, Keia Vewyx(?)

Pirate Pad

Feel free to leave questions, comments, or share any concerns you might have.

Invisibilis Spiritus; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters (A real world fantasy epic)

I'm sorry, where is the OoC?

Invisibilis Spiritus; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters (A real world fantasy epic)

Interested.

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

Mmmkay.

Thanks ERode-san.

Log Horizon x Etrian Odyssey-esque Experimental RP

Is there any room left for Yuuji to squeeze in?

Shadow of the Mind (Bikko-Yuuji)

Sitting in a poorly lit hallway was a man trying to light his cigarette.

He was young with an exhausted expression and equally exhausted features.

The only thing that proved his youth was perhaps the slight spark of energy in his black troubled eyes and the crisp ID that hung from around his thick neck.

The Intelligence Department never hired old folks, even if they were well versed and decorated. To the department those accolades meant nothing more than a large red "USED" stamp. To him the perfect analogy would be that they were simply clay pots: beautiful to look at, usually empty, and way too outdated.

Managing to finally get the cheap plastic lighter to work, the man took a long drag before looking down at his torn slacks and bloodied button down.

He let out a wet cough.

As of fourteen hours today, the Ethos Intelligence Department had lost contact with the outside world.

Its twelve hundred staff members were either missing or dead.

Feeling a dull pain in the back of his head, the man took one last drag from the stick of cancer before tossing it besides the disfigured bodies that were piled right outside the elevator doors.

They had all tried to rush out, screaming and begging for help.

But there was little he could do for them. He had his orders. He understood the risks of even letting a single person out of this building.

Looking at his own hands he felt somewhat disturbed.

It was as if the hands covered in blood were no longer his.

Watching as they dug into his pockets, the man questioned what he was looking for. To his surprise, his hand resurfaced with a ball point pen.

Smiling at the pen, he licked his dry lips.

It tasted of blood and tears.

He stared at the object with a heavy conscious.

"Forgive me."

Then, as if by magic, the pen disappeared in between the milliseconds when the lights flickered off, on, then off again.

Surprised he reached up to rub his eyes to find nothing but air where his head had been.

The headless figure fell over as large chunks of flesh started to disappear from the corpse, as if the heavy atmosphere of guilt chewed hungrily at his existence.

Then, just like that, the building's emergency power gave up and the struggling light went out.