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A peppy wave-motion gun toting space pirate who's got a love of old games and comics. Also a game arts student trying their best. @THEROOKDANSHI


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Nen Personality Test

  Nen! It's the energy of life! You've trained for years and finally it's time for your super awesome Water Divination Hatsu test! Find out your Hatsu and make Sensei proud, kiddo.

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  For those of you who don't know, Hatsu and Nen and all that are from this great thing called Hunter X Hunter. You don't have to know HXH stuff to play, but just say'n. Also, this is my first story game (not counting that middle finger to WC a while back) and I wanted to make a cool personality test. You may have multiple paths, so feel free to do whatever. I think martial arts look cool. Have fun!

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A random cooking thread on 3/29/2017 6:09:55 PM

"Proficient, between intermediate and advanced"

StrykerL, a lot of the things you say sound like the difficulty descriptions on different characters in a beat-em-up.

Indian food is great, though. Live for dat tikki masala and kofta.

IAMA Crazy Old Owl, AMA on 3/29/2017 6:00:56 PM

I saw that your old site place www.anzovin.com did animation and stuff! That's really cool!

What's akido like?

Will you tell me a totally fake fact?

Seen any good movies lately?

Writing Prompts Week #12 on 3/28/2017 9:08:18 PM

I'm sorry, I didn't know that cute gundam pilots with 80's fade backgrounds weren't allowed in these threads! I'll remember for next time.

Writing Prompts Week #12 on 3/28/2017 9:04:46 PM

*.+EDIT LOCK!+.*

I would appreciate any feedback of you folks are willing to sling my way! 

It was really fun to come up with all the stupid words.


Writing Prompts Week #12 on 3/28/2017 8:54:06 PM

  What a pretty picture! The drab color and beautiful detail makes for an interesting looking stylish piece! I'll try to do better this week. I pick prompt 2, although I admit I was pretty loose about this one. I did have a lot of fun, though! I hope y'all enjoy.


 It was beautiful that time of year in Hawaii, with the playful, frothy waves caressing the soft-sanded beaches, the sun kissing the skin of every happy-hearted islander that had not taken shade under the loving coconut trees, ocean birds with beaks full of fish, floating through the sky as little dots against the blue. A refreshing breeze pushed them on. The islanders grilled their catches where they caught them and laughed as their voices danced with the wind. Everything was beautiful in paradise.

 Meanwhile, in London, it was raining.

 “One day, my lad, we’ll be off to Lalaland.” Dr. Writ announced triumphantly up at the sky, water splashing against his mustache dramatically. “Lalaland with coconuts and Hawaiian babes, and those darlinful umbrellas they stick in drinks for presentation. They do know a bit about presentation in Hawaii.”

 Babel nodded in agreement, trying to keep up with his master.

 “One day, we’ll be off from this fascist slaughterhouse  excuse for a city and we’ll be sipping virgin Pina coladas under God’s good glory.” The doctor swung his cane about like he was in a movie and, while nearly knocking over the low-lady’s fish display, performed a spin in the streets that ended with a dazzlingly soaked finishing pose. Babel would have dutifully clapped if it wasn’t for all the bags he was carrying.

 Dr. Writ grinned mysteriously and pulled his top hat further over his eyes. He adjusted quickly after, as the brim made it actually pretty hard to see. “Practicality does win over presentation in some respect, Babel.” He admitted. “But do never forget that there are sandier things in life.”

Babel, who was not completely listening, walked onward and jerked his head at a suspicious poster:


 Aloysius Derulius Writ, a public enemy, may be spotted with a runaway urchin and insidious mustache.

 If spotted, contact authorities and promptly restrain him. Non-dangerous and physically unfit/ flimsy.

REWARD: £200


 “Who the devil wrote this callous buffoonery? I am perfectly fit!” Dr. Writ reached over Babel’s fluffy head and ripped the poster off the wall, balling it up and tossing it to the side for the dirty urchins to scavenge later. “Absolutely despicaful. Unfit and flimsy? That’s a personal attack. Babel, do me a favor.”

 The boy nodded obediently and produced from the bags printed paper, a worn paintbrush, and a can of paste. In a few minutes, his work was done:




Let all your literary and ludicrous impossibilities be possibilified by his world-class service! Solves all alchemic and otherwised problems.

(Please contact via pigeon or fax)


 Dr. Writ stood impressed. “Much better. Now, onward, boyo, we have the impossible to solve!”


  Mrs. Manther brought her hands to her mouth at the sound of the clinking under the sink, and then gave a little gasp as she heard what she thought to be the sound of the gentleman’s head slamming against the pipes. She was teetering between concerned and confused as she peeked from the door frame and into the scene at the kitchen.

 “Are you sure you’re an alchemist?” She squeaked shyly.
 Dr. Writ, who was lying half in the cabinet, under the sink, and covered with water made a sound that was not unlike that of a wounded animal. “Miss, for the last time I am indeed an alchemist, and if I wasn’t one, I would certainly be a terriar.

 “A dog?”

 He grunted and motioned for Babel to hand him the wrench. “No, not a terrier. A terriar. A terrible liar.” There was a notable clank as he whacked his elbow against one of the pipes. He took a second to hiss appropriately. “My area of alchemic expertise lies in the complicated  and noble art of verbal and written conjunctions, definitions and compiling. Where other alchemists choose to combine chemicals, I choose to combine that of the written word.”

 “If you don’t use chemicals, then what are all those fancy bottles you’ve got there?”

 “Oh, those are for lunches. Chicken Dumpling Chowder does quite scrumptable in those!”

 “...So what can you do about the curse in my sink?”

 “This curse you speak of is but an orange peel headed the wrong way. A bottle brush and a well-trained eye is all the alchemy we need here. Babel!”

 The boy handed him a tissue and returned his attention to the petri dish he was eating out of.

 Mrs.Manther waved at him and was met with no response. “Shy fellow you’ve got.” She said.

 The doctor scooted himself out from under sink, entire upper half dripping wet. His drooping mustache and apparent orange smell provided for a very strange picture. “Oh? Mute, actually. His parents were killed in a mysterious fire and now he’s positively traumatazzled.”

 While drying himself off with a neckerchief, he mistook Mrs.Manther’s look of horror for confusion. “It’s a combination of the words traumatized and frazzled.” He added kindly.

 The lady nodded politely. Babel threw a few napkins onto the wet floor. The doctor grinned and let out a mighty sneeze.

 Mrs.Manther felt quite the rush of relief when she heard the door open. She turned to meet the face of her tall, muscular, do-good husband who would know what to do when two awkward strangers were dripping wet all over her floors. She had invited them but she hadn’t expected there to be as much mess. Normally, city alchemists were more tidy and quiet.

 “What’s going on here?” Mr.Manther asked, squinting into the kitchen.

 “Oh, deary, the pipes were cursed. Except they weren’t. It was really just orange peels, dear. We’ve got be careful about those.” She presented the scene, complete with a boy munching quietly and a grown man sitting in a puddle of sink water. “They are alchemists, dear! Er, literary alchemists. I think.”

 Mr.Manther squinted even harder.

 Dr.Writ felt a tingle up his spine and elbowed Babel, a loogy swinging from his nose. “Boyo, I think we ought to make like a hyphen and dash. That’s right, don’t forget the dumplings…”

 “You there!” It was if the damning voice of death itself had shaken the room. Mr.Manher pointed at the two, as if condemning them to the chair like a judge at court. “You’re Aloysius Delirious Write, that undocumented chap!”

 “It’s Derulius, dear.” His wife whispered hurriedly.

 “No matter! The Unlicensed Hardly Alchemist. Me an’ the folks at HQ have been looking for your raggedy pants everywhere.”

 Dr.Writ stood up indignantly, yanking Babel’s collar up along with him. “My pants are in perfect shape, thank you!”

 Mr.Manther paid no mind and reached into his waistcoat, pulling from it a large piece of official looking parchment. The very sight of it made the doctor’s mustache twitch.

 “Aloysius Derulius Writ, aged approximately thirty-two, unlicensed and unruly alchemist, has been charged with the following:” Mr.Manther’s beady eyes flicked over the page with a dutiful coldness. “Vagrancy, vagueness, vindication, unforgivable fraudulence, blackmail, laundering, lautering, laziness, loitering, unsupervised and illegal practice of undocumented arts, misleading advertising of unlicensed services, and aggravated wordslaughter of the highest degree. Do you own up to your crimes against the English language?”

 The doctor frowned. “I’m bilingual,” he growled. “Ni mama duì ni hen shiwàng!

 Babel picked up the doctor’s case, flung it at Mr.Manther’s head, and ran.


 The sound of Dr.Writ’s labored gasps were only washed out by the sound of salty waves crashing together, ramming into the pilings like angry bulls. The boy and his master listened tiredly for any footsteps above, shivering under the docks. Babel stared blankly at his own icy hands.

 “Q-Q-Quite a chase, wasn’t it, b-b-boyo?” The doctor chattered, his mustache plastered and ragged on his face. “I don’t think th-th-they’ll ever think to find us h-h-here. To think we’d have such a sneaksterious s-s-streak in us!”

 There was clack from above, and he fell silent. Froth and chill. It seemed to go away.

 “...B-B-Babel. You’re a clever boy. You know I haven’t got a license or any of that. I haven’t got a penny to my name…” He searched for some kind of response in Babel’s face, but it only looked blue-ish and blank-ish. The doctor treaded carefully. “...I...Well, the alchemists don’t fancy me at all. The other ones. They don’t think i’m a real alchemist and that i’m just a John too run-on for my sentences. I do admit to talking big. I think myself to pieces and I simply don’t know what to make of the picture put together. Does that make sense?”

 Babel only gave him a sad, far-away look.

 Dr.Writ smiled and sighed. “I’m sorry, boy. I think it’s about time I gup. It’s a combination of give and up. Why don’t you swim ashore and get adopted by some street urchin brotherhood while I let myself get overtaken by the sea?”

 “Cheer up, Doctor.” Babel said.

 “You’re words are kind, but…” The shivering, blue man’s head snapped to the side, eyebrows raised nearly off into the air. His mouth hung open. “...But Babel, you dear, darling delightable angel, you! I thought your tongue was ruled down and out after the trauma of that terrible fire! Well, now that I think about it, I don’t know how the whole mute conundrum really works. How does it work?”

 Babel shrugged questioningly.

 “It’s no matter, I suppose.” The doctor’s cheeked flushed once again with spirit and bobbed up and down in the water as if he were a happy seal and not a freezing fugitive. His mustache even seemed to have retained some polish. “But what are we doing here? Instead of the sea, maybe i’ll try being overtaken by a few Hawaiian beauties or duck-fluff pillows. Mopeyness does not suit my charming features does it now? Babel, have you ever seen my backstroke? No? Let’s make it to shore and you can observe along the way. You see, boy, backstroke is all about presentation..."


Top 11 Games that Stimulate Adventurous Wonderment on 3/23/2017 7:03:26 PM

  I really liked those Soul Blazer games? The Illusion of Gaia was so beautiful and I played it a million times. I could go anywhere! And the puzzles were fun. But Terranigma man...The world was in my tiny, sort of brown hands. I helped birds fly and grass grow. I taught people how to speak. I met a dog named Rocket. The music in that game is amazing, and I think that sacrificing extra characters for more Ark frames was an awesome choice. The animation is beautiful. I love them Krysta bubbles. And going far and wide, but still having a tiny demon and box to return to always felt good to me.

  Also I like Earthbound. "WEEE KNOOOW!" says someone, far away... But that game really gave me what I wanted, and what I wanted was to press L on everything . Ness had a thought on about every trash can, signpost and protractor in that game, and boy, did I love it. There are a million goofy NPC's and familiar places to visit. There are also scary, dark places to visit, and places that walk that fine line between a wacky good time and everything is going to hell. Mother 3 does that a lot as well. I'm just endlessly charmed by the familiarity of the art and emotion.

  Oh, and before I forget...Radiant Historia. Beautiful. Time traveling, staying awake at night, trying to figure out how to make the thing do the thing without turning everyone to sand was amazing. Being a human sacrifice was not.

Top 11 Games that Stimulate Adventurous Wonderment on 3/23/2017 6:45:36 PM

UndeadLover's Poem Thread on 3/22/2017 6:02:50 PM

sometimes i cant believe

                         (it happens;quietly, insidious)






The Internet Cancer Thread on 3/20/2017 5:57:34 PM

That thread...is gold...

"Angered, Vex silently pulled a knife hidden somewhere inside his pants and stabbed the nearby bandit to death. The other bandits got shocked and pulled out their weapons. However, Vex easily killed them all, revealing that he has a talent for killing."

Now that's some quality content right there.

Writing Prompts Week #11 on 3/20/2017 5:43:02 PM

  Thank you so much for your feedback! And next time, I'll try write down when I'm done (or maybe just post when I'm actually sure...?)

  I agree with y'all, now that I read it again. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing this time, I mean, I just wanted to add a lot od slang in there! I didn't know it was hilarious or creepy at all. I'll keep the whole perspective thing in mind, too. Thanks!