/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>pussy
you lost me

sorry janitor, this in unfortunately VN related.

reported for rping

>>721660
Please DIE you fucking faggot.

>>721656
Is this apart of AND's story? If so it looks fucking awesome.

>>721660
I don't think you know what RPing is.

Enjoy your gay sex.

>The floods is
>this decaying buildings
>he gets up the rusty lawn chair

What are they teaching you in Colombia? For shame.

>>721656
VN requires it be, you know, visual. If you're just writing out something like this, it's nothing but fanfiction.

>>721676

I don't think you know what trolling is. Enjoy your rage.

>>721680

This man are sick.

>>721697
VN text is still VN related.

And then John was a zombie

Sounds like the beginning of some ZANY dystopian adventures!

>>721701

Except there's no visual or audio accompaniment.

>>721680
not english composition, that's for certain.
Wanted to type out on the fly a scene for the VN idea of the last guy in the world that meets the magical girl that failed to save it. Original thread where I was writing went 404. Good thing I save what I type before submitting...
It makes no sense, actual decay starts after a few decades, and no amount of swampy water will help the process.
But it's a nice image.

>>721709
>VN related

tall and gangly? I don't like the sound of that...

>>721723
It's not related until it belongs to an actual VN.

This isn't a goddamn writing board.

>>721723

So if I starting posting Rainbow Six and claimed it was part of a VN, then that's acceptable? lolk

This story is shit anyway, no anon knows what pussy is.

A single jeep cuts through the pothole ridden road. It swerves left and right, while keeping up the speed. Driving the jeep, sits a young man, his face filled with worries as he avoids the road hazards.
Next to him, a girl lounges under the sun, her feet over the dashboard. She drags out the askew cigarette, inhaling slowly, only to let it out in a quiet puff of gray smoke.
The jeep hits one of the holes head on. The suspension feels it. He curses under his breath. This is too much of a bother.
"Why are you so damn relaxed anyway!?", he finally snaps.
"Didn't tell you to come with me, boy", she answers lazily. She doesn't even bother to open her eyes, enjoying instead the nicotine hit to her system. She lets out another cloud of smoke, this time ring shapen.
"mmrph".
He tries to turn his eyes back on the road, but he can't help to gawk at the girl next to him. She's wearing only a tanktop and khaki shorts after all, thanks to the ruthless desert weather. The bandages that cover most of her limbs don't bother him, the sight of old, dry blood over the white gausse only serves to contrast better her white skin.
"I told you, not even if you were the last man on earth". She still hasn't opened her eyes, lost in the joy of the first cig in weeks.
His head darts back to the road, now a relatively good straight stretch.
"I might be...", he mutters to the rushing wind.
"Which only makes my point clearer". She flicks the cigarette butt into the desolated road. Putting her hands behind her head, she leans back in the seat, watching the clouds as they pass by.
The motor roars on, the remaining gas enough to get to the next abandoned city.
"Pass me the chips"

>>721736
>So if I starting posting Rainbow Six and claimed it was part of a VN, then that's acceptable?
FUND IT

>>This man are sick.

At the end of the day he's still speaking two languages, regardless of how clearly he's able to.

>>721728
That was my thread, AoC! That was my idea!

When the fuck did Anon's nice day turn into some novel epic?
Just get the rest of that shit done.

>>721743
DO YOU THINK IT'S EASY TO PRACTICE ANOTHER LANGUAGE THAT IS NOT SPANISH ON A SHIT COUNTRY THAT ONLY SPEAKS SPANISH?

Grunting, she stretches her arm into the backseat, poking around to find the shiny bag of stolen snacks. Provisions.
She passes her hand over a couple bottles of water, military rations, a couple rifles, and a long shaft.
Stopping, she turns her head back to contemplate what she can't forget. A long staff, splintered and dirty with mud and blood. A golden design is perched on top. A couple of wings around a heart. Standard issue magical girl equipment.
He finally notices the long pause in the trivial chips transaction. Staring intently at the road, he tries not to bother her about it.
"Don't mind..."
She turns back, stretching out her long legs. In a glimpse, he sees again the scars she doesn't cares to hide.
"Mind about what?", she asks, pouting her mouth.
They keep traveling in silence, trying not to break the shaky deal. Their destination is no special in any way, but they go there anyway. No purpose, a pointless goal.
Anything to keep themselves busy.

---
I've gotten worse on my improvised writing.

DO YOU THINK IT'S EASY TO PRACTICE ANOTHER LANGUAGE THAT IS NOT ENGLISH ON A SHIT COUNTRY THAT ONLY SPEAKS ENGLISH?

>>721748
I can't help myself, it's too good!
Post-cataclysm road trip, with flooded cities, and a jaded magical girl. How can you go wrong?

Sorry, but I'm a sucker for this.

Colombia, what the fuck are doing this for?

>>721781
Well, that's okay. It's not like I'd get around to developing it anyway.

Besides, I wanted to them take a boat ride to the arctic.

>>721737
>>721757
I've read these ones before...

>>721741

PLAY THIS SHIT FIRST http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_z-hEyVQDRA

Ding froze in his tracks, his ragged breath forming into clouds in the night air. He had chased the terrorist into a deserted back alley after a long chase through the streets. Finally, the man who killed his father and raped his mother would meet his end with a flurry of 9mm hollow points.

"Stop, Ding! You don't know what you're doing!"

"Vamanos!" Ding snarled. "You'll pay for what you did 23 years ago, ese! Hasta luego!"

Ding's finger tightened around the trigger, his blood running red hot. One more millimeter on the trigger and this bastard will be sent to hell.

"No Ding, I am your father!"

>>721808
yeah, I did it after the original thread starter.
>>721796
no you don't. I'm too busy with AND, and I want to play this some day. Get writing.

Re-reading, I sense there's something wrong with me. The grammatic structures are an incoherent jumble, and being a spic is no excuse. Too tired to compose maybe?

>>721833
MORE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MORE!

>>721836
Go get some rest.

>>721833
>"Vamanos!" Ding snarled. "You'll pay for what you did 23 years ago, ese! Hasta luego!"

I have to admit it, I lol'ed.

>.Re-reading, I sense there's something wrong with me. The grammatic structures are an incoherent jumble, and being a spic is no excuse. Too tired to compose maybe?

You are not thinking in english, you're not proof reading and you're not in a push to deliver finished material. It's just brainfart, don't worry.

Too many gritty details. Sounds like you're trying to write a script instead of a short story.

Looking down, I finally see the silliness of the whole thing. "I'm sorry" I say bashfully.
She turns back at me. "You shouldn't worry about it" She says looking away from me, holding down her candy bar, more wrapping than candy by now.
"T-thanks, that means a lot" I throw the rest of my chocolate in the trash bin, heading back to my room. "Maybe now I can get some sleep!" I say cheerfully with my back turned at her, waving my hand goodbye.

---
My eyelids feel as if they were made out of concrete, which goes well with the cottony feeling of my mouth. My body is still numb, must be processing out the anesthesia.
!!!
Right! The surgery! I'm awake, that means I'm alive! I feel like laughing, but a stab of pain from my gut stops me cold, followed by sudden itching. So goddamn itchy.
The room's blinds are drawn, the sunlight coming through the open window. Still, it's all very confusing and blurry. A white blob is sitting next to me.
"Hey, you're finally awake" the blob says.
"Huh?"
Slowly, the blob becomes more focused. It looks like the girl from last night, with a large book in her lap. She puts it away, marking the page with one of her long, slender fingers. Her reading glasses drop to her chest, the chain tingling softly.
"You're ok now, silly. I watched over you" She says softly, standing up her chair. Getting nearer, she puts her hand over my temple.
"Thanks," I manage to smile back at her.

Another ruined draft.

Hospital, middle of the night. Since it's the recovery rooms, everything is dark and silent, a few lights here and there, and a dormant nurse down at the nurses' station.
Main stumbles through the halls, worried about his fate. Would he make it to the day after tomorrow, after going under the knife? And that form they made him sign, the whole thing worries him so much. [Sketch, needs more]
Shuffling towards the candy machine, one of the few lights in that place. Next to it, a glimpse of something white, but can't tell from afar. Getting closer, he sees a girl, standing next to the machine, munching slowly on a candy bar. [Insert description of the girl, which can be changed. I'm partial to long black hair, with a thin frame]
"Ah, I thought I was the only one awake in here..." I manage to mumble as an introduction. She jumps at the sound of my voice, apparently she hadn't noticed me.
"Did I scare you?"
"It's ok. It's just that I'm not used to seeing people walking around at this time of the night" she answers. Her voice is soft, as if she wasn't used to speaking much.

With a thunk, my candy falls down. He grabs a bite after staring at it for a while, thinking if it could be the last thing he ate.
"What is it? Don't tell me, I'm good at this..." She waves her candy around, looking up the ceiling pensively.
"Cancer," she states coldly "it's got to be cancer" She directs me a hard look, still examining me.
Looking away from her prodding eyes, I think about what she just said. Do I look that bad to other people? I force out a smile and look back at her.
"It's not that serious actually, I'm just having my tonsils removed" [or something equally retarded. What an idiot, worrying so much over minor surgery] I say with forced cheer.
She still looks at me hard. "And here I was worried over you, only getting minor surgery." She scoffs away from me, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

---
I wake up. Why was I dreaming that again? More importantly, why was I dreaming? Blinking, I reach out for the cup of now cold coffee.
"Hey, you're finally awake" she says, leaning against the doorway. She's wearing a dark bathrobe, which contrasts with her deep-red eyes. They have been getting redder the last few days...
"I'm supposed to watch over you now," I tell her, getting up the chair. "What are you doing walking around? The doctor said that should take it easy". I try to sound as worried as I am. I know it's pointless, she never listens.
"I was just thinking about this house, about my parents, and grandma." She walks towards me, the old wooden floor creaking under her feet. "And I thought we could watch the sunrise."
With a quick jolt, she opens the curtains. The sky is already lighting up in the morning reds.
"You know, not many people appreciate it. Sunrises I mean." She says, looking out the window. The morning light only makes the bags under her eyes more obvious.
"I know, you've told me already" I answer, passing my arm over her shoulder. I hold her tightly. [More description goddammit]
"Have I? I can't remember..." she whispers into my ear, an honest tone of worry in her voice.

I sit on the bed, staring at the wall in front of me.
"So, how are you doing today?" I ask her, not moving my head one inch. The wallpaper is starting to fall apart...
"What do you mean how I'm doing?" she answers me with a question. I feel her standing on the bed.
"You know... how is your head doing..." I mutter the last part. It really is hard to accept that she is really getting worse every day.
A long silence.
"Well..." She finally answers "I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri rock."
I turn to look at her. She has a big grin in her face, and her hand is slowly crawling towards a pillow.
"I need scissors!" she says with a smile, grabbing a pillow by the edge.
"Sixty-augh!" I don't let her finish, and attack her before she does. As I wallop her with the other pillow, she tries her best to defend herself while laughing histerically.
"Ok, ok, enough, I give up" She says, droping her weapon, and lying down in the mattress. I fall besides her.
We just look to the ceiling for a while, with only the sound of our gasping breathing.
"I'm on a good day" She finally says. I turn my head towards her, she's not moving her eyes from the ceiling, avoiding my gaze. "But it feels like it won't be long enough, you know?" She turns to look at me with fearful eyes.

AoC = Only fucking tripfag that's worth a damn. Including me.

Take a long, good, hard look at him assorted normalfags, 'femanons', attention whores and trolls. He's what a tripfag SHOULD be.

>>721931
Agreed.

>>721931

If you're trying to make me hate him, you're succeeding.

>>721931
oh shit. This is not going to end well for anyone...

I'm a tripfag. My mere presence is annoying, and the most I can hope for is for a pat in the back. But it will mostly be sages. Because that's how things are supposed to be, to keep the unsteady balance of anonymous.

Please, never say something like that again. I fail more than often, and deserve nothing. All I can do is deliver some new content every once in a while, post a good reply around, and hope for the best.

>>721977
But because of you I can actually have a nice day ;_;

>>721838

INSERT TAPE 2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGdPb0N-cqI

With the swiftness of a ninja or perhaps a highly-trained monkey, the terrorist pulled a small object from a jacket pocket and tossed it into the air. The moonlight glinted off it as it turned a graceful arc in the air and landed noiselessly at Ding's feet.

His first thought was that it was a bomb, and he'd be wheelchair bound for the rest of his days, which would suck hard. After a moment's glance, the golden heart-shaped object seemed to have a familiar shape...

Keeping the barrel of his gun trained on the terrorist, Ding stooped down and opened the locket. Inside, the same picture of his mother and father that always hung over the fireplace and went missing the day of the murder!

"I told you, chico. The man you buried was just a lookalike. Now why don't you join me to help create my world of terror?"

>>721931

>>Anonymous of Colombia !pkzejWGkfw