286 views posted 10 Mar 2015, 15:14
Chapter 1. The Moon Shines Bright
The moon has always been scene as this magical orb in the night sky, lighting the way for the wayward warriors to get home. Shining it's beauty to those who seek it or even stumble upon it. Whatever the case may be, the moon is and will always be the sun in the night sky.
Sneaking out of his parents house Akio heads to the river located not to far from his home. The path from his home to the lake illuminated by the bright full moon. This is Akio's favorite time to visit the river. When the moon is full and the sky is dark. The moon as he approaches the river casts a silver white light on the river, giving it the name of “Moon River”
As Akio got closer to the waters edge he heard something calling out to him. “come here little one.” Confused and scared at the voice calling out to him he hesitated and stopped walking. Trying to see into the dark of the night, he was looking for whatever called out to him. Not hearing anything for a moment Akio started to walk towards the river again.
“Come little one, don't be afraid.”
Stopping dead in his tracks as the voice called out to him again, this time closer.
“W-w-whose t-t-there?” He stuttered out.
As his words left his mouth, the sound of light footsteps were heard. This caused Akio to turn towards the sound.
“Just me little one.” The voice said as the footsteps got louder, signifying the closeness.
“Who are you?”
“Someone that is admiring the full moon tonight.” As the lighting changed the voices figure could be made out. The voice belonged to a young woman. Her hair was white as fresh snow. He couldn't make out her face yet, but her features made her out to be beautiful.
“Why are you out here little one?” The woman asked.
“I always come out here when I can't sleep. It helps me relax. Why haven't I seen you before?” The boy asked with caution.
“I'm always here, but only on certain days will I venture this close to the water.” The young woman said while starring out into the lake.
After a few moments that seemed to last forever Akio began to move towards the young woman.
“I see you aren't scared of me anymore.” She said with a a smirk. “Come sit with me little one.”
Watching her intently Akio moved to the spot the young woman patted and sat down. He wasn't sure about her but something caused he worries and fear to fade away.
“Miss lady, my name isn't Little One, it's Akio.” The young boy blurted out.
“I know your name isn't Little One, but you are little and I didn't know your name.... Akio.”
Unsure what to say next Akio glanced up at the young woman who just teased him. He could see her features better now and could tell his first impressions were just. He could now see her face in all it's luster. Her small nose that fit perfectly in it's place. The pink full lips that were taught in a tight smile as she looked at him. Her eyes, vibrant pupiless pink eyes. Everything about her was pure, her skin was pale. Her hair was white, but her eyes held something more. Goddess like? Was all Akio manage to think as he continued to stare.
“It's not polite to stare little Akio....” She teased out.
Being caught starring Akio blushed and turned his head. He couldn't deny it, he was starring at here.
“I'm Mika, Mika Kawa.”
“Pretty name, Mika.”
Now blushing herself, Mika turned her head back to the lake. She grimaced as she caught the faint dusting or orange over the horizon.
“Akio, would you like to take a walk? It's getting late and you should get back to your home as I need to return to mine.”
“Sure, can you walk me home?”
“Yes.” Was all she said as she got up and dusted off her dress. She walked over towards Akio and offered her hand to him. Getting up himself, Akio took her hand and the two started walking in the direction of Akio's house.
That short walk was done in silence but the walk itself was pleasing. While the two didn't speak all that needed to be said was done as their hands were still together when they reached the property of Akio's family.
“Will you be here tonight Mika?” Akio asked with slight worry.
“Yes little one I should be.” Mika said reassuring Akio.
“Good night little Akio” Mika said while giving him a hug.
Blushing Akio hugged her back whispering “Good night Miss Mika”.
As the two parted Mika watched Akio’s form as he entered his house. Turning around, she headed back towards the water where the two met.
To be continued.
564 views posted 02 Dec 2014, 06:21
This may offend some but it's bound to happen anyways. This is just my feelings and emotions coming out. As a friend of people from all races this saddens me.▼97 comments
In the wake of the rioting and the mayhem in Ferguson, Missouri there was a tragedy that received no word in the news. Only after the hometown of the victim yelled out with rage did we find out about it.
His name is Zemir Begic age 32. Former resident of Waterloo, Iowa. On Sunday November 30th in St. Louis while out with his wife three teens, two black and one Hispanic hit his car. Begic got out of his car. At some time after those same three teens proceeded to beat him to death with hammers in front of his wife.
Why? Why would three teenagers from 15-17 beat a man to death with hammers? Why would they attack his car than do this to him, why? These same kids threatened another Bosnian man hours earlier on the same street. The police claim is wasn't race related, but how can they know this? Do blacks and Hispanics randomly walk around a known Bosnian part of town threatening residents with hammers? Or acts of violence?
Why isn't Sharpton and the other race baiters crying for the violence to stop? Begging for humanity and those that believe in god to step forward to help ease the tension? Where are the people fighting for all this violence to stop? Is it because the camera's aren't around? Is is because there isn't an opportunity to be in the limelight? Is it because he's not of your color? Where is the equality that you preach? Where is the media sensationalism that is always around acts like this?
I will admit that being white I have never suffered from racial prosecution. I've never been turned away or looked at because of my skin. I've never had to hide who I was. As I grew up I was ignorant to reality, only when I started to open my eyes did I truly feel for others.
I ask this.....
When will all issues regarding race be treated the same? Why can't one act get the same coverage and moral support from the outside as another. In the end we are all the same inside. This isn't about getting on TV, but showing that it's not just one race being harmed and violated. It's about all the races that do. Every single race has been harmed by another race. We can't solve the problem when the media and the world blindly follow what they read or see on TV.
276 views posted 07 Nov 2014, 17:00
September 21, 1999 - November 10, 2014
From the 700 chapter manga, to the 380 episode +(still airing) anime, the several movies with one coming out next month. The video games, Naruto has built a legacy in the history of anime/manga.
Whether you're a fan or not, it's hard to deny what Naruto has done for the industry and it's impact on cultures outside of it's home country.
My experience with Naruto was bittersweet. In the beginning I never watched it as I viewed it to be "too childish". I happened upon the Chunnin Exam arc and watched it from that point. Needless to say I was a fan from that point. I rewatched everything from the beginning to that point. Then carried on from where I left off to the end of Naruto and then Shippuden. I will always be a fan and not ashamed to say it.
So to you Masashi Kishimoto, thank you for 15 years of awesome ninja goodness.
Post your experience with Naruto and what you thought about everything. If you need to spoil something use the spoil tags. Even if it's something old, don't reveal it.
Some goodies for those that want to know about Naruto
List of Movies
List of Characters
List of Naruto Games
If you comment please be respectful. If you never watched it and have nothing good to add, don't post.
398 views posted 04 Nov 2014, 03:14
KAT on MAL. Yes KAT on MAL. What is MAL? Like the question of what is the meaning of life, what is MAL has plagued the minds of people for years. But now you don't have to ponder and wonder what it is. KAT on MAL is the bestest KAT Anime Group in the history of man.▼18 comments
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139 views posted 13 Oct 2014, 18:18
What it's about?
It's about a high school aged boy who knows little of magic and uses what he knows to help others as a mechanic. As his fate he comes into a battle and is attacked. He knowingly summons a protector. From that point on his life takes a turn and he must fight to win.
Why I recommend it?
Very few times in my anime watching life(nearly 20 years) has one had a wierd emotional effect on my. When I hear the name "Fate/Stay Night" I have an emotional response. I get goosebumps and my mind wonders. For those that wonder, it's like when you hear someones voice you missed or haven't spoken to for a while. Or a song that you start to hear the very first start or the guitar riffs or the beat. It's that type of emotional response. No tears, just that feeling that of serenity. Though with Fate/Stay Night there is no serenity for me. It hits my romantic side and desires on target and in the end it did leave me in tears. I'll admit it out right.... I did cry.....
I cried because the Shirou fell in love with Saber as did Saber fall in love with Shirou. The final scene of them defeating the enemy and Shirou telling Saber to destroy the Holy Grail was a sad event. Knowing that destroying it would send Saber back to her time. Before she was sent back she admitted her love to him. As she disappeared he cried.
Return to her time and asks her servant to return her sword to the lake. As she sits against a tree nearing death she speaks out... "My slumber this time...might be...a bit long... for a small moment her eyes remain open but they began to slowly close as she eternally sleeps.
At the end she dreamed a dream of what she had done, but in reality it wasn't a dream.
I've read that in the visual novel game that the "Last Episode" Saber and Shirou meet again in Avalon. Nothing is more poetic and perfect than that.
Here is a link to the final part of the anime series. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuUxDtmL9v0
This is the link for the true end of the VN with Saber and Shirou meeting again.
What I wish it had.
Nothing. I could be selfish and plead for more but why? Why ask for something that never should be? I know there are other routes of the VN that have been animated, but to me this is the one that matters. Read inside the spoiler for my reasons.
Fate/Stay Night trailer
202 views posted 17 Sep 2014, 19:01
So after I posted my progress in survival mode of MC, mc game save started to glitch. I had a back up, but it also had the glitch. Went through several forums to fix it, seems that it's an unfixable glitch. Found out that random chunks of data would crop themselves out and put themselves in other parts of the game. How I found the glitch was randomly traveling and my chicken farm of 50 chickens appeared son 5K blocks from it's actual location. I go back to my home spot and my chicken farm is missing as well as any black in a 50x50 chunk form top of the world to bedrock. Fun times. So that brings me to this.▼36 comments
I had to restart and this is what I have now.
Entrance to Gottside during the day
Inside of Gottside at night.
My lighting system that uses the day/night switch.
Buildings of Gottside. They aren't traditional ones as they are dug out of the canyon.
Overall views of Gottside during night and day.
Now to those that ask everything is hand created with no cheats. Every material was mined and created. To create the "House O' Enchanting I had to gather and slaughter many a cow to make books and created that sugarcane farm for the paper.
144 views posted 07 Sep 2014, 15:21
What it's about?
It's about a lot of generally generic things at first, but blows your mind after the first 5 minutes. No really, it's about a young man who traveled to a magical realm to become a hero. After defeating evil and returning home, said young man gets magical powers. Once he returns he enrolls into a "special school" to train him in these powers. There he must train and defend himself and others.
Why I recommend it?
Cus it's badass in all sense and terms. At first it reads like any generic "hero story", but that's where it stops. Anyone who watches anime knows the sad but true stereotype that hero's are weak and self conscious crusaders who do no wrong. HAHAHA this hero isn't that. This hero is a lewd, crude, breast fondling hero dude. I was intrigued because this hero did his own thing regardless of right or wrong, but it was for the right. He just does things on his own terms. Aside from the awesome hero, it has a decent amount of boobs and other nifty things to fill your needs. The story is actually really good and doesn't get left to the side like so many other ecchi filled anime.
What I wish it had.
More episodes. Yes this is an overused phrase by me, but why not have more episodes? It's that good and needs more cus 12 episodes wasn't enough.
256 views posted 29 Aug 2014, 11:35
When I was on high, I ruled the world with an iron fist. Letting no man make claim upon my throne.▼25 comments
When I was the King, I put forth the fear of a leader and the compassion of a saint.
When I was a ruler, I led my people to the paradise they seek.
When I was alive, I ruled the world.
When I ruled the world, the ground shook when I walked.
When I ruled the world, the earth regaled in my honor.
When I ruled the world, the sun shined brightest on me.
When I ruled the world, I died a saint.
When I died, the people cried for me.
When I died, the ground reclaimed my land.
When I died, the heavens lead my soul to them.
When I died, I became the martyr.
When I became a martyr, my name was banished from your mind.
When I became a martyr, my life was never known.
When I became a martyr, I lost all I had gained.
When I became a martyr, man made claims upon my throne.
I have died a righteous King of Kings, destroyer of foes.
I have died a most honorable way, fighting the demons.
I have died a most horrific way, impaled by a blade.
I have died alone they say, my own demons got in the way
407 views posted 18 Aug 2014, 12:08
This is a story that came to me about a few hours ago and this is the start of it.▼40 comments
**Warning this does contain fucked up things that may disturb others or turn them on. Which ever one is your own business.**
I was always an avid movie watcher when I was younger. Enjoying the bad guys getting the win and the good guys losing from time to time. But there was always one guy I loved to watch, the middle guy. One of my favorite movies involved a guy dubbed “The Cleaner”. His sole job in life was to fix the messes people made or basically clean up. He worked for anyone from your run of the mill gangster, politician, regular Joe Shmoe and crime bosses. It was intriguing, this “Cleaner”. Some would say his job was dirty and fit for the scum of society. Others would say he had people by the balls. I'd go with the “others” in this case.
See Cleaners are in the know of the bad shit people get into and do. They have info on people that could bury them for life if it got out. But even with all this power, Cleaners are trusted with what they see to keep it quiet and not for a cheap fee. In this movie, the Cleaner was paid $50,000 to clean a mess made by a drunken Japanese business man. What had happened was he got a little too drunk and found the ways of the “American hooker”. Him and his bodies got some hookers and headed to their hotel. Splitting up into their respective rooms to literally fuck the night away. Unfortunately the little foreign boozie was violent when he was drunk. Needless to say he ended up “braining” the poor hooker all over the hotel room. A freak out later and a call to The Cleaner and this little business man was heading to his meeting with no worries or memories from the night before.
I was hooked on that movie. I must have watched it a thousand times. It wasn't long before I started implementing the movie into my life. When I got into high school I started “cleaning” so to speak. People would do something that had the potential to get them in trouble, I got them free and clear, for a small fee of course. Some dude beat the tar out of another kid. One witness aside from the loser of the fight. A $300 fee later nothing happened. What happened? Well I got my fee, paid the witness and the punching bag and went on my way. Kid never got caught and I made $150. It evolved from that and got into more lucrative and bigger jobs. While the money for a high school kid was awesome and my name was floating around more than narc in the river, it wasn't enough. I needed something bigger. Than came my job.
My dad got me a job at the local dry cleaners. He was an old fashioned man who always preached hard work is good work and good work is hard work. Also some stuff about legit work is better than being the catcher in a prison shower.....(another story for later). Anyway, so I got this job working the counter taking in cleaning orders. It was decent easy money to. I didn't have to do much. Take an order, place the order, get the cloths and take money. After a bit I wanted to upgrade my position so I asked to be a “cleaner”. I know I said something wrong cus when that word came out of my mouth my boss and the other workers stiffened up. See again like the prison phrase from earlier, I didn't know that “cleaner” was really a term used in the real world. I thought it was a movie term and some moron kid(me) used it in high school to get some cash. Well fuck no on that one. Apparently it was an actual term for exactly what it was in the movie. My boss slowly turned to me and gave me a look that I swear made my asshole relax and my bowels empty. It was that fucking scary. Anyways he looked at me and asked “what the fuck did you just say?” In a psuedo Robert De Nero speech pattern that again my my ass relax and bowels move. I answered him honestly for fear of being clobbered to death and thrown into the river. He looked at me again but I didn't feel like shitting myself, no I was confused actually. He gave this smirk like he knew something about something you didn't know about and he was going to rub it in your face. Than the bastards starts laughing, fucking laughing. After five tense moments of my life flashing in front of me and being noted “as the kid who shit himself to death”, my boss is laughing. He looks over to my co worker who by the way is also... fucking laughing and says “little punk wants to be a cleaner, a fucking cleaner.” Again not sure about the humor in my desire to move up in the world but the other co worker start laughing as well, Apparently I said something so fucking funny that I started a riot. I was getting a little irritated by this. “What the hell is so funny!?” I yelled at the group. “I just want to move up in this business.” A little unnerving silence later the boss looks at me again than to the others and starts whispering. “Mumble mumble fucking kids mumble mumble cleaner”, was all I could make out of it. Boss and the two others turn to me and says “you want to be a cleaner? I'll allow it on some terms”. Nodding me head in excitement for the opportunity. “I'm not finished.” He says interrupting my joy. “You will do everything I say no questions no complaints.” I nodded. “You will be here everyday on time.” I nodded again. “You will not speak of this to anyone. What happens here or on the “job” stays there.” I nodd- wait what? Why the hell do I need to keep cleaning quiet from people? “Um boss, why do I need to keep it quiet?” I asked with hesitation afraid to lose the job. “Because what cleaners do is something many know, but don't know. You catch my drift.” Like a moron I nodded.
So began my start as a “Cleaner”. Why the quotation marks around cleaner? Well see what I thought I'd be getting into was cleaning. In a way it was cleaning, but with a twist. A sick, perverted blood and semen soaked twist. I clean alright. First night I went with my boss and the two others to this shanty looking apartment building. Walked a million fucking stairs to the top. Walked to room 821. Door was ajar and you could hear mumbling coming from behind the door. Boss pushed open the door and we all hurried in. Something about this place said “hurry the fuck inside”. Once I got in I was hit with this smell of meat, ass and sex. Not the combination I prefer. It was gross really. What was worse, the mumbling was coming from this cracked out looking business man sitting on the floor next to a mutilated body of a woman. Crazy fucker was nude, dick in hand furiously masturbating on her corpse. The woman looked to have been fucked while being hit with a hammer. Blood was pretty much everywhere. Along with brain matter and the crazy fuckers cum. Needless to say I vomited. I vomited like the bitch on the Exorcist. My vomiting broke the cracked out dick holding crazy out of his daze and he of course freaked out. Now when you freak out you normally don't keep doing what you are doing while you freak out. No, you stop what you are doing immediately and then freak out. Not this fucker. Oh no, he shot up to his feet dick in hand. Looking around at the new arrivals to this party he starts stalking our little group, still with his dick locked in a death grip. Someone moves just enough and the next thing I know I have the guy chasing me down masturbating as he's yelling at me to fix it. Fix what? Was my first thought. This isn't the shit I signed up for. No one needs to see some dude gripping his dick like it's a dead mans switch while he “strokes one” on a corpse.
Yeah so after a decent amount of time dealing with “dickman” he became calm and even let go of his dick. Something I was oddly comforted by. Not to far after our contact came in and explained the issue. The “dickman” just so happened to be the son of a politician and a big name one as well. He had fallen out of his fathers graces and became an addict. He was tracked down to this place after he was seen picking up a hooker(see corpse of woman from earlier). The contact said he watched as “dickman” had sex, did heroin and PCP, had sex again and killed the woman. That's when he called up. He wasn't aware of the other things he was doing but he didn't care. He wanted this cleaned and erased from the world. Boss settled on some business things with a shake of the hand to the contact and we got to work.
Longest night of my life and by far the most fucked up. But when Boss handed me a wad of cash(talking hundreds and fifties), it all went away. I was hooked from that point on. And this is how I became “The Cleaner”
219 views posted 24 Jun 2014, 01:57
Again here I am travelling the "Mother Road" of America. This time we went from Springfield, Missouri to St. Louis, Missouri.. well actually Fenton, Missouri as my mom has aversions to large cities. We left from Des Moines, Iowa on June 20th, 2014 and returned home June 22nd, 2014.▼38 comments
I will say that this stretch of Route 66 was not as historically marked with old buildings and signs as the other side when going West from Springfield. I figured that it was more scenic in nature with small towns dotting the route here and there. Nothing really stands as a marker of these towns and what they meant for Route 66 as when these towns went under so did the buildings. Another part of it was that there just wasn't much on this section of it. It's more open road or forest lined road with meandering turns that would make any road racer happy. Most of these roads you can blaze around going 55 mph.
When we started in Springfield we actually stayed in a renovated former Rail Haven Motel. It still sits on the original location as well as the original buildings. It is now owned by Best Western, but they kept the name or they added Rail Haven to the Best Western moniker for this hotel.
I didn't get an actual self taken picture of the sign, but I found one online.
There is also another sign on the grounds.
After leaving the hotel we hit a few spots along the way out of town. The first being the Solo cup manufacturing plant that used to be the largest paper cup manufacturer in the world. Now it's just a building with a large cup on the front. Still cool.
The next stop was the Rest Haven Court. Like Rail Haven this is an original location and still working motel.
Now we took a short drive to the next location of Lebanon, Mo. The way there was very scenic and easy to drive.
The first thing we passed was a Route 66 Byway sign and not far after was an old gas station.
Now into Lebanon we came up to the Forest Manor Motel. It's still open for business, though from what we can tell it's not as used as the other just down the road. But it's still open and standing so that's a plus.
After that is an old grocery store that was just recently open, but closed. Wrinks Market.
Another sign pointing us in the right direction.
Now we found a great place just a block or so from the Forest Manor. It's call the Mungar Moss Hotel. It's still completely open and functioning and even owned by the original owners. It's a famous landmark on Route 66.
Another Route 66 sign but different from the others.
Outside of Lebanon there is a stretch of Route 66 that is completely original and still has the original pavement and curbs.
Fun fact: Certain parts of this road contained curbs that were placing inward instead or outward. The thought was that outward facing curds caused vehicles to go off road so inward facing curbs would prevent that. While a good idea in theory, the inward facing curbs actually caused cars to roll over. Thus ending the "inward facing curb" idea.
Next stop was Devil's Elbow. While at first I thought it was some wicked sharp turn it wasn't. It has more to do with the river than the road, but it's still a sit to see.
There is a section of the road that contains on original bridge that you can look into the valley and see the river and the train bridge.
If you look at the road you can still see the original curbs.
Here are some of the valley.
After Devil's Elbow was this bridge.
Another section of original road.
A trading post in Fanning, Mo
Next up was Cuba, Mo. There are several buildings with painted murals. But what they don't tell you is that it's like a treasure hunt to find them. I did manage to get a few though.
Random gas station in Cuba, Mo.
On the way out of Cuba, Mo came the Wagon Wheel Motel. Still open and running like the old days.
After a much longer drive we came into Stanton, Mo. Not much to see but we did see the last continuously active business.
And an old Motel that is sadly closed. The name is the Delta 66.
After Stanton we drove into Gray Summit, Mo. Which by the way is an unincorporated town and not listed on anything. But alas we found another motel. This one is called the Sunset Motel. It to was still open for business.
The last awesomeness we found was the Gardenway Motel. It was located on the way out of Gray Summit.
In the end this is our total mileage from Des Moines, Iowa to Springfield, Mo to St.Louis, Mo back to Des Moines, Iowa.
All in all it was a great trip and had more of a scenic Sunday drive feel to it than the other. Granted it felt like a tour or old hotels/motels it still felt like taking a trip back in time. That's how the road makes you feel. You don't feel like you're just on a road. No, you feel like you are on a journey where time is not your enemy. Where the speed zone signs say 55, but you can cruise at 35 to take in the scenery and no one cares. It felt calming to be on that road and I loved it.
I can say that these two trips have been life changers for me. They made me think about things and wonder as well. Seeing the old merge with the new and work together in this world of speed chaos. Seeing old run down buildings in the Texas flat lands out last the new buildings of the big cities. Seeing these small town cling to the road that created them like it was the only life source. It makes you sad and happy. Sad that these places were bypassed to take of a few minutes of travel time and to appease those that aren't patient. Happy, that these towns are still proud of that road the flaunt it. Saying this road is the birth road of the interstate system in America. Where nostalgia and new beginnings meet the pavement in a clash of old and shiny.
Long live the mother road of America.