"Brooding."
A 21 year old vampire from the distant land of California.
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I've been reading some Higurashi recently, in a vain effort to finally finish the game... It's quite bittersweet, however... Keheh, like the last drops of water in a drought, every morsel you can consume is utterly euphoric, yet taking it in means getting closer and closer to its inevitable end... The game, its story and characters, its visuals and music, its comedy and drama... Half of my soul wa... » Continue Reading
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The title of Lord of Darkness... The namesake was bestowed upon the very first Ushiromiya by his subjects hundreds of thousands of years ago, after he purged the light of a long-forgotten kingdom using his Dark Blade, Mystletainn. Ever since, the title has been passed down through countless generations. The title is not simply hereditary, though it is true that only those with Ushiromiya blood can... » Continue Reading
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A translucent glass dome sits utterly still upon a plane of ustulate granite, its gaping maw pointing listlessly upwards into the sky above, as if awaiting a visitor from the azure. As if beckoned by the whims of the ceramic hemisphere, a brittle rectangular prism begins to descend from the an artificial crimson vessel high above the world. Every inch of its surface was covered in sinuous yellow f... » Continue Reading
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There are few things as universally enjoyable as party games. Keheh, I suppose that is obvious, isn't it? After all, a party game that only appeals to a niche audience would no doubt be a failure on both a financial and social level... To that notion, I recently discovered a new party game, and have been enjoying endless eons of entertainment due to it... That game is none other than Gartic Phone,... » Continue Reading
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Seventy four wishes. A coin that landed on tails. The girl cursed with athanasia. Such a fate is mine and mine alone. But that doesn't mean it's permanent. The future is not an inevitable series of events, predestined for all who continue to exist. Rather, it is like a liberated thread, flowing unburdened as we weave our own tale. And so, the loom of the future continues to turn. Though I failed... » Continue Reading
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Seventy four wishes. The kitsune priestess slipped through my grasp like sand through a grate, separating the world humans from the world of spirits. Her banner vanished before my very eyes, leaving only a trace phantasm of a future wherein I obtained Yae Miko. The combined duration of twenty-one days was not enough to secure her position amongst the ranks of my Gacha Gladiators... So be it. And ... » Continue Reading
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So much time... All these months. All these years. All these centuries. How long have I waited? With unparalleled anticipation. With bated breath. With open arms. For what was taken, what was consumed, and what was ordered. These things, these inextricable truths, have defined my each and every action, my each and every thought... Ever since that day... » Continue Reading
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June twelfth... An opprobrious date that many wise individuals associate with the introduction of the savage and brutal trolls in Homestuck... Though this has been the primary connection to the date in my mind for years, today marks an exception in the calendar. The truth has been made unbearably clear to me, and I can resist the consequences no longer! It is not just 6/12, the Troll Day, but also... » Continue Reading
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The boy who was born out of an archon's selfishness, and never knew love because of it. Kunikuzushi, the boy who was discarded by his own mother. The boy who was tortured by the doctor's experiments, and only knew pain because of it. Scaramouche, the boy who found a home in the darkness of others' shadows. The boy who was erased from the world's memory, and who knows nothing because of it. Wandere... » Continue Reading
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The world that belongs to you, and the world that belongs to me. Is there any inherent difference between these worlds? Are there any inherent similarities between them? The internal world is the aggregate of all information that a person has obtained via their senses. The external world is all the facts, all the truths, all the inextricable qualities of our physical universe as we know it. It's t... » Continue Reading
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It is truly fortunate that I managed to find it. The servants all thought I was wasting my time. An act of futility. ...None of them even remember her. How could they know what she did or didn't leave behind!? They've been my gracious caretakers for as long as I can remember, so why... Why don't they remember her? It aggravates me to no end... Did none of them speak to her? None of them reach out ... » Continue Reading
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Delicate music notes floated gracefully through the air before reaching my ears. The pleasant tune they cooperated to convey was lovely, and made all the more magical by the nostalgic device it emanated from. Accenting the saccharine melody that was sweet like candy, a faint whirring from the ever-turning handle droned on in the background unceasingly as I listened. But it didn't irritate me. Rath... » Continue Reading
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