FEBRUARY
February 1st (in EST): Groundhog day scare. A unit of 319 US troops in Azerbaijan by a rogue UN unit that received false orders. Anarchistic bandits take advantage of the chaos and seize 47 military helicopters undetected.
February 4th: Dick Cheney outlaws the Independant Party
February 9th: An oppressed factory worker in Venezuela discovers an Atlantean artifact lying on the coastline during his 3 minute break
February 13th: Ralph Nader rides a horse for the first time, falls on his back and is paralyzed from the waist down. He receives millions from former Independant voters in sympathy, since they can't fund his campaigns anymore
February 15th: Obama singlehandedly stops the War in Iraq through an amazingly complex plan. Dick Cheney is horrified and and repeals the First Amendment (before the public discovers this) then orders all his troops over to Azerbaijan.
February 17th: Lee Parker, famous Japanese-American opera singer, founds the Fourth International Fraternity of Ninja Semi-Amateurs. Millions of Teenagers of all kinds join.
February 21st: Drew Gunham, famous controversial economic consultant, advises President Cheney to cut off the nation's access to Medicare in order to stimulate the economy. President Cheney's approval rating drops below 40%, making him the first president to lose more than 50% of the country's approval in five weeks.
February 23rd: Arthur O' Reilly's Mafia cousin, Vinny Hendricks, celebrates Chinese new year on the wrong day for the tenth year in a row. His associates groan and bear it.

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This seems like it could escalate into greater heights of madness. I wish to subscribe to your newsletter or pamplet.

• The song was "Mike Patton - Sweet Cream (Redux)" (The poem might be in the rhythm of the song, but I haven't tried reading it that way.)

EXTRA MODE

[03:08] <Doyora> me and syth talked about the extra boss

[03:08] <Doyora> which I thought was meug but w/e lol

[03:09] <Doyora> which would be an unrelated story set atop a skyscraper on mount everest
[03:09] <Sythou> We finish main story
[03:09] <noko> wat
[03:09] <noko> lol
[03:09] <Doyora> it's great!

[03:10] <Doyora> greyed out like in touhou sounds best
[03:10] <Doyora> at least then you won't miss when it's avaliable
[03:10] <noko> yeah

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<nokowork> I was suggesting he start with his on
<nokowork> and then he can have an original story in a later chapter
<nokowork> er, origin story*
<RinKou> Eh. That's too easy.
<nokowork> that way doy doesn't have tons of redrawing to do
<RinKou> I want the suit to have tangible benefits.
<RinKou> Maybe you can have it for the tutorial.
<nokowork> tutorial?
<RinKou> And then have it lost in a raid
<nokowork> oho we have a tutorial
<RinKou> Yeah, the fist bit would be tutorial.
<nokowork> rly
<RinKou> And then the cops come knocking when he's out.
<RinKou> So you start with no equipment, but you know how to use most of it already.
<nokowork> raiding his apartment for cp rite

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>>219
I support most of whats in here. Damn if it doesn't mean we have more work though.

I still don't understand exactly where AD is taking this when it comes to the classes thing, but the routes based on morals seemed pretty cool to me.
As long as if you're the "Evil" one you don't go against an "Eviler" guy. KotOR did that, and I don't want to do the same thing. "Evil" Weedy fights "Good" antagonist, "Good" Weedy fights "Evil" antagonist, "neutral" Weedy fights True Evil. Because Neutrality is the true light in the world.

>>220

I think you'll understand where I'm coming from if I say good Weedy fights good antagonist.

There are no bad people, only bad decisions. And Weedy will make his fair share of them throughout the course of the story.

Only, you know, less depressing.

>>221
So now we're going ideological? ;_;

hmm
ok copypasta, but not epic

>>184
Not copypasta actually.

It's Jun again, it's been two days after that dreadful afternoon, the day that I punched Suiseiseki in her fragile face. The day is still a bit gloomy after what I did to her, she's fine, however, she's not speaking to me much. I still can't believe I did that!
When Nori got home and saw Suiseiseki laying on the couch, she was hysterical. By this time Suiseiseki was more conscious, I heard Suiseiseki crying downstairs followed by Nori screaming my name in anger and despair. It literally scared me out of my wits, but what ever punishment I was about to receive, I truly deserved it.
I walked down stairs with my head down and my hands in my pockets with tears in my eyes, by the time I was at the end of the staircase, Nori was right at the door leading to the living room, I had never seen her so angry and sad in my life! She had a scornful look to her with tears running down her cheeks, she admittedly Yelled "What did you do to Suiseiseki?!"

I started to cry hard and I finally said "I'm sorry Nori!"

She started to cry with me. Nori angrily grabbed me by the arm and placed me in the living room where Suiseiseki was, now getting up. Nori yelled at me again, I told Nori what I did and she slapped me very hard in the face for doing what I did to Suiseiseki. I deserved every bit of that. I held my face and cried more, I looked over at Suiseiseki and she was crying more because she saw me. I told Suiseiseki I was sorry. That didn't work. Suiseiseki's face was showing signs of bruising and there was a small line of blood coming out of her nose, her face was red, her bottom lip was busted and her eye were slightly swelled shut.

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Sup guys, It's me again, Jun Sakurada, I've been living with these magic living dolls called Rozen Maidens for sometime now, I've decided to tell you all my normal(and surprisingly exciting) day with these Maidens.
My day first started like any other day, the sun shined through the window and the Maiden's cases were empty, Suiseiseki left hers open. I rubbed my heavy eye lids and put on my glasses and got up from my bed to go down stairs, outside my room, I could hear the TV and people talking, Kun Kun was on, I walked downstairs into hallway where I saw Souseiseki step out of the bathroom,
"Good morning Jun, sorry we didn't wake you.", Souseiseki said.
"Oh, it's quite alright, I'm happy to finally get up on my own without any assistance from Shinku." I laughed.

Souseiseki grinned and proceeded into the living room, I followed her in.
"It's alive! Desu~" Suiseiseki jokingly said, sitting at the living room table eating a bowl of scrambled eggs with ketchup mixed in with the eggs.
She had a ketchup stain next to the corner of her mouth, I wanted to point that out, but it would be more insulting then jokeful, because she is very modest about any flaw that even appears on her body or even associated with her, personally those eyes of hers are very pitiful and beautiful, in my opinion, heterochromia looks awesome, depending on what colours you get. Shinku was sitting on the couch watching Kun Kun and Hina is at the table drawing a picture of Kun Kun or a peanut, I really couldn't tell, at least she wasn't drawing on the floor or the walls. Nori was in the kitchen cooking something, most likely flower topped hanamaru hamburgers.

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This is awesome. Please continue kind Anon.

I remember that. I think its still deep on /ro/ somewhere.

The Melancholy of Kawaii Waffle Chan

Part X

The Ultimate Showdown.......... of the Ultimate Destiny

Kawaii was RED with anger, this was the guy who outbid him at the last second for that limited edition Naruto Harem Jutsu collectible figurine on eBay, this was the guy who got in line to see Naruto Ninja Clash in the Land of Snow four seconds before Kawaii got in line, this was the guy who always had ONE more Naruto fanfiction on cough than Kawaii did, this was the guy who got close to kissing this one girl in kindergarten this one time that Kawaii liked, and now, this was the one guy standing between Kawaii and 1000 of Kawaii's little loli sisters and to finally be reunited with his parents who he always dreamed of seeing in the Land of the Rising Sun, to play Capcom vs SNK with his dad, and shop for underwear with his mom, this was the guy that was in the was of everything Kawaii had ever held dear or true. Well Kawaii wasn't going to take it any more, and with a rebel yell he cried "MORE, MORE, MORE!" and fucking turned on the helicopters turret and fired 1000 shots at the zeppelin that shot through like 1000 scalding hot knives getting shot at butter, then Kawaii crashed his helicopter into the cockpit, jumped out, turned to Weeaboo Stu and said "you just lost the game". POW BLAP BIP BOOM!!! Next thing you know Kawaii was parachuting to safety with the Sasuke plush in his hand and a grin on his grill. He could hear "Reunited" by Peaches and Herb playing in his head.

The Melancholy of Kawaii Waffle Chan

Final Part

Epilogue

To this day Kawaii is a happy as a clam Otaku man living with his awesome Jap fam. the birthmark on his neck turned out to be a magic seal that allowed him to be able to fly a helicopter and skydive without any real knowledge of how to do either. (wotta twist!) Kawaii has a great relationship with his parents, every Friday is Ramen knight! Kawaii is a Mangaka now, his manga sells even more than Naruto! Can you believe that? He sleeps with his 1000 sisters every knight, he took each and every one of their virginity's! ^_^;;;;;;;;. and as for The loli Pimpgod, he makes life a super kawaii fun time for everybody, one weeaboo kid at a time ; D

The KAWAII End

I need some feedback on this so I can know whether or not to publish it as a book!

prty kawaii bro

100% gold bro
publish it nao
I'll reserve 20,000 copies

Minor Writer:
Sythou
Genre: Modern Fantasy, Fantasy
Notes: If lolijoke has little up but shows talent, Sythou has even less up and shows not much more than an average person attempting to write. Lacking a style of his own, in the eyes of his pseudo-mentor Rinkou, he is like a chalkboard. Currently working on a project that has a strange (almost identical) feel as that of Fate Stay Night, his talent is his imagination. If only he wasn't so damn lazy, he'd surely be training his Writecraft to be better.
Link: http://soulr34ver.deviantart.com/

:V holy shit

this makes me want to write again

<3

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Do Eeeet.

In the living room Shinku was still watching TV, and was now being accompanied by Hina who was trying to get all the plaster from the ceiling out of her eye socket (after having gouged out her eye with a rusty spoon again).
In the kitchen the now alone Suiseiseki was still trying to snort up the powdered sugar, but because the loud music the sugar kept vibrating off of the table.
“I have had it with this stupid sugar !” she yelled angrily as she got a straw from the drawer.
“I’ll just snort it right from the can” she mumbled as he put the straw in her nose and then in the can.
Of course, there was more that Jun was hiding than just the beer and pills. As it turned out, the powdered sugar appeared to be actual cocaine that he got from the suspicious man from across the street.
The coke blew Suiseiseki mind completely as she began running around in circles, flailing her arms wildly.
Back in the hallway Jun was still dancing wildly between the hot copper shells (there must have been at least 600 of them. Where on earth did she keep all those bullets ??!!) and debris from the ceiling.
By now he was also drooling uncontrollably and his fingers were twitching like crazy.
As he waltzed into the snow white living room he created a massive cloud of dust, making it look like a blizzard had just appeared in the house.

Outside, oblivious to all that had happened indoors, the now 7 legged Nori had finally struck gold.

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Ok, see that link above the reply boxes? The one that says "Donate over9000 today!"? Yeah, could you at least try to keep it to one thread? That way we wouldn't need that link.

maed me lol :3

After buying some popcorn and soft drinks, we then went into the theatre for our movie. Again, the air-con inside felt like Siberia, so I ended up with hands shivering once again after several pre-movie adverts. I touched her hand, and without batting an eyelid she held my hand, fingers intertwined. I looked at her, and her gentle smile was there again, looking at me and illuminating the dark cinema. No further words could describe the emotion between us as we sat through the movie, hand-in-hand.

After the movie, she asked, "So how was it?"

"It felt awesome," I replied hesitantly, "I guess..."

I then remembered something: I lost contact with her for 5 years for one simple reason - I did not have her number. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, I immediately asked for her number, which she duly obliged. After exchanging our mobile numbers, we walked happily towards the interchange, where we went our separate ways.

Looking back, I could never forget that day. We still keep in touch via text messaging, though I have yet to ask for her email address. Oh, that reminds me... I asked her out tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date to attend to.

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This story warmed my heart. I like!

awesome story wingless, i was skeptical at first but it was after all enjoyable.

One night, years ago, I had a dream...

If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

It was a warm sunny afternoon. The sunlight appeared to emit a warm aura upon the land, with the clear blue sky presiding over the earth. Children giggled enthusiastically as they minded their youthful naivety with great fervor. As I returned home from a busy day at work, a warm feeling enveloped my heart as I pressed the lift button.

I am returning home to a family I just built.

I never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now

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If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

Despite my fatigue, her voice was enough to give me enthusiasm to walk in to see her in our bedroom.
And there she was.
My wife, sitting on the bed, wearing a purple dress, holding her tummy and caressing her - our - soon-to-be-born child.
The sunlight illuminated the room so magically, I could vaguely see her face through the rays, though it added to her magical beauty.
And disregarding the frustrations of not being able to see her face, her beauty shines with the sunlight.

I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

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>>115

I AM ALWAYS LOLIJOKIN'

Recently it has been for clarification. After processing data in relative bulks I need to put it into a record to summary my present thoughts on the range of subjects that have occupied my thoughts for a certain period of time. And I happen to enjoy writing. Once I finish writing I can ease up a bit. It's easy to lose interest sometimes though, I know, which is why I always try to keep myself engaged in several different fields that intersect with one another. So I eventually get back on track with new influences.

One thing that always worked for me, come up with a ritual. Always do the same thing before you start, and keep in mind not to stop until you've finished. It'll just link together and you'll finish naturally in most cases.

Otherwise, write at work/school instead of actually working.

>i have a question for writefags here, how do you find the will to keep writing?

To write is to dream, without the imagination there can be no form, without the ambition there can be no story, and without the heart and soul there would be no point.

In otherwords, I write because it is in my soul to write.

>So far, i've only managed to write one story...

You can be a great artist and still only paint one picture.

Ahah, I completely forgot, but, if you're likely to run off into something else halfway through, try micro/flash fic.