Saika, The Dramatist
Hi! I'm Saika. I like sci-fi & fantasy, anime, Kirby and 90s RPGs. I'm just here to write my heart out, nothing more. Feel free to message me if you want to chat.
At the end of the day, all you have is what you've accomplished and the effort you put in to achieve it. If you achieved nothing, then that's fine. If you were too demotivated to try in the first place, then that's fine as well. Nothing is set in stone.
Time will move on, with or without you.
Set goals, remove distractions, and cut off people who try to stop you from doing what is best for yourself. Don't hesitate. Always keep moving, one step at a time. Don't make excuses. Try not to procrastinate, but understand that what you don't do today might turn into something bigger tomorrow that you might not be able to handle.
You are never worthless.
One day, you'll reach a point when you can no longer do the things that used to give you so much joy. Don't despair, but stick to what you know. Retain a sense of purpose. If that's impossible, then do the next best thing.
The people around you will disappear sooner than you think.
Don't try to please everyone, or you will please nobody. Some people live their entire lives without ever falling in love or hate, whilst others never stop experiencing those emotions over and over again. Sometimes you just can't get a happy ending. Relationships aren't everything, yet people will change and there's nothing you can do to stop that.
Don't try to give someone the world if you know they aren't prepared to do the same for you. Just don't bother.
Sometimes the smallest things can have the largest impact. There are connections in life which you will never truly forget and will learn to treasure close to your heart. This works both ways: some people in life will never forget you and will always remember what you really meant to them.
There's nothing wrong with wanting to be alone, but there's a difference between being a loner and being lonely.
Each and every one of us is connected, perhaps in ways that you can't begin to imagine. Every thought, feeling, action that you take will affect how other people perceive you.
Just write and let nothing slow you. The worlds you create are yours and yours alone.
You're drifting in limbo above the surface of a dead world decimated by decades of war. Will you regain enough hope to survive, or fall into oblivion?
This is my first Storygame on here. Originally I wrote it for a different game engine before changing it and was part of a much bigger story, but I've cut it down into this. Just my first foray into Storygames.
There are five endings: two bad, one neutral and two good. Kudos to you if you get Ending 4 on your first try.
You can't remember when the world first started shaking, but then one day everything started crashing down. It's not a case of fixing it, or even surviving the aftermath. You can only rebuild and start again.
This is my entry for the March 2017 Chaos Contest.
There are 18 endings in total. A few of them may be very similar to each other. Bear in mind also that some endings cannot achieved without saving a particular character (or not saving them).
- The objective of this game is to survive the effects of the chaos on the world around you and reach a location of appropriate stability which will bring you contentment. There is an exploration aspect to this. You will not learn everything about the world around you in just one playthrough.
- Most of the "chaos" taking place in the game world is not immediately visible to the protagonist (aside from some special endings), but it is primarily responsible for the effects on the surrounding environment and therefore remains the central theme.
- I started writing this 7 days before the deadline, so it isn't quite as long and detailed as I wanted it to be. Examples of this are the fleshing out of particular character backgrounds, implementing multiple foreign languages, cultures, technologies and fantasy races. Some aspects are deliberately left up to the reader's imagination.
- Many characters will appear to speak to you in a foreign, cryptic language (referred to as "Common Tongue" by themselves). Readers may or may not recognise this to be a form of substitution cipher which is easily decipherable if you know how, but it is not essential to know what they are saying.
EDIT: I'm so glad someone decided to poke the mutant with a stick and uncover another previously unseen scenario. It wasn't until later that I realised the majority of people would probably never ever see that part of the story.
Recent PostsWriting Prompts Week #16 on 5/21/2017 6:50:34 PM
Hmm. Either his gun was inexplicably empty (nothing more is said after he pulled the trigger, perhaps the plot twist is that he miraculously survives) or the man himself is a ghost looking back on his final moments before his inevitable demise. Perhaps everything is passing before his eyes, far out of reach, along with first place for the Writing Prompt itself.
Other alternatives: the guy has some dissociative (?) personality disorder in which he is seeing this through the eyes of another...or everything was just a dream.
Writing Prompts Week #16 on 5/19/2017 1:25:24 PM
Writing Prompts Week #16 on 5/19/2017 1:19:14 PM
Naples, 1653. The singing of choir boys fills the air, resonating through the congregation hall in perfect harmony. Tenor and bass are sung by the older ones who have already reached maturity, standing at the back to carry the foundation of the music; alto and soprano are deliberately isolated in the front rows, so as to extend their beautiful sordid tones to the rest of the church. All visitors are welcome to attend. All are welcome to listen to the next hour of church hymns taking place before mass.
The church organ strikes a chord and moves onto the next hymn, Adora te Devote. A full repertoire is scheduled for the choir boys, and it will last all morning, taking place between each mass before everyone breaks for lunch. The vocal training of a choir boy is particularly rigorous.
A castrato takes their position at the front. His face is shining as he sings in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, reaching notes that boys of his age should not be able to reach. His father is in the audience, listening to him sing with the rest of the family. There is a sense of pride in his voice, but it difficult to tell whether it is genuine.
His father is the same man who cut him. It is not uncommon for parents to castrate their own children in times of poverty, in the hopes that the boys will become successful castrati. The Church has need of such voices. The Church will provide.
“O memoriale mortis Domini…”
The boy keeps on singing in that same high-pitched voice, staring emptily across the congregation hall into the eyes of the man who ripped his childhood away from him with the single stroke of a knife. A life ended before it could even begin, scarred forever. Nobody directly refers to him as a castrato, of course. Musico is more generally used, and often as a derogatory term. Outside of the Church itself, there is no use for boys like him at all. He will not be admired for his “talent”. He will not be respected.
The castrato has grown considerably since his entry into the choir many years ago. He has matured, but in a different way than other boys. The lack of testosterone prevents his bone-joints from hardening, causing his limbs to grow unnaturally long as well as his own ribs. A greater singing capacity, favoured by all who come to listen.
Sing for us, boy. Sing.
“…visu sim beatus tuae gloriae. Amen.”
His father does not return his gaze, simply listening without ease of expression. An open Bible lies on his lap. The next hymn will be in Latin, not Italian, and few here will understand the words. Lost in translation, you could say. It is not the only thing which has been lost.
Sing. Sing. Sing.
The organ plays its last chord, and the castrato’s beautiful voice cuts out. At the priest’s request, the entire congregation rises from their seats in a shuffling of feet, coming together as one to echo the word which signals the start of mass.
Chaos Contest Results on 5/16/2017 1:25:54 PM
Holy shit. I won?!
Nearly had a heart attack when I saw the results today. Thanks to all the judges and everyone who took part. My favourites were Crescent's and Reverencia's entries, personally. Looking forward to the next contest!
I actually made it to the top of Endmaster's list?
RTS Games on 5/13/2017 4:59:09 PM
There's a lot of games in that list for me to comment on, but I will say that the difference between Age of Empires 1 and 2 is one of the most drastic improvements I've ever seen in a video game series. In one game there's bugs galore, you can barely build a single warship before all of your enemies destroy your dock, and good luck trying to kill an archer with nothing but axemen. Age of Empires 2: freaking castles, battering rams, major upgrades to the graphics in every conceivable way...it blew my mind.
On the other hand, cheat codes for AoE 1 are still amusing. Type "bigdaddy" into the chat box and bam, the game gives you a car equipped with rocket launchers which zooms across the map, looking incredibly out of place in the medieval setting. One of the enemy priests converted this rocket-launcher car over to their side, and suddenly the game reached a whole new level of badass.
RTS Games on 5/13/2017 3:34:48 PM
Anyone a fan of RTS games? Building a base of operations, managing your units on the battlefield, wiping out your enemies and so on. Some examples being the Command & Conquer series, Starcraft, Age of Empires, MechCommander etc.
List your favourites here.
Draw My Attention (Age of Banning) on 5/11/2017 7:31:19 PM
Recommending a story for unpublishing:
Reason: Dead links on one of the pages. (Choose the second choice, and then the second choice again to see it.)
It appears to be the only dead page in the storygame, as the rest of the story is fine. Looks like it was intended to have an End Game link and the author missed it out.
Reason: Dead links on a page at the very end (which I presume to be the "winning" ending.)
It's possible that you're supposed to use an item on this dead page in order to proceed. Unfortunately, the author seems to have missed it out. There's only one item you can get, and unless I've missed something, it appears to be unusable throughout the story. If it was supposed to be the end of the game, the End Game link has been missed out.
Selfie thread on 5/11/2017 12:30:23 PM
Peter Capaldi dressed up as a Sith Lord.
All hail Darth Capaldi.
My First Concert Experience (Includes Visuals) on 5/10/2017 3:09:14 PM
Jesus christ, I thought that was Harry Potter in the photo. He has the glasses. Maybe those flowers are his offering to the funeral of his parents years after they were killed by Voldemort, mistakenly taken along to the music concert he never attended.
I sympathise with you about being trapped in a sea of Tumblr aesthetic bloggers. It is a terrifying concept, and one which probably just exacerbated the mob mentality which took control of the people around you. I enjoyed this post of yours, even though you made me cringe at the mere mention of NarutoxSasuke. It all surrounded very surreal.
Oh yes, you asked about other people's concert experiences and nobody has actually said anything about that yet. Most of my first concerts were not open-air at all. In fact, I hesitate to call them concerts because they were really just some half-rate band that turned up at my uni to do a Rock Night and promote themselves a little. They would perform in this tiny room at a ridiculous volume, to the point that nobody could tell what the hell they were saying. We just stood around listening to them play, occasionally jumping up and down and screaming because we couldn't hear ourselves, but usually just drinking and feeling very bored.
Oh, and this goes without saying, but all of those bands were absolutely shit. It was free of charge, though, aside from the drinks, so I would just hang around and hope that the next band who came on would have a better song. They never did. Some of them hit the wrong notes on their guitars. I stuck around to see one of my friends play in his band, and couldn't hear a word they were saying either because the bass was turned up way too high. They sucked. They all sucked.
They still had an audience, of course. I don't know where they found this audience of people, but they must have found them from somewhere, possibly in Essex.
Returnee on 5/9/2017 7:23:42 PM
I tried reading Homestuck some years ago. It was...okay, at first, but then it just dragged on. And on. And I didn't find it very funny, and new characters kept crawling out of the woodwork, each with their own unique style of annoying chatroom jargon.
Now, Problem Sleuth, that was a webcomic which I could keep reading. Drawn by the same author, fiendishly clever and entertaining throughout, and much more to my preference. I wish it got more attention than Homestuck, really.