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We are currently developing an action shooter called "N'SANE SHOOTING", an action shooter with one of the game modes called "On the Rails: Dating Simulator With a GUN" a parody of dating simulators in general with a rail shooter thrown in the middle. The game stars Kyle Ryder, a 22 year old college drop-out who is trying to seduce 1 of his bosses to get a promotion. While the free version of this game will not have a branching story line, the full game mode will. I hope you enjoy the gameplay video and offer some criticism. Please no comments with "it sucks because it sucks" I will not tolerate those comments. That said, ENJOY!!!

Spring break is over for me, so I can finally calm down with my posting, and bury myself in lines code. I have only six weeks of school left! Yay! Then, I can read.... actually I don't know what to read after Kara no Shoujo. Maybe Subahibi..... *shrugs shoulders* So in the meantime, i figured I would lend you guys a brief scene of mine. Is the scene related to the VN I am working on? Somewhat. It's a scene of a prequel to the VN I am working on. Where is the link to that scene? right here. Scene Title: Hold my hand Genre: Romantic Drama Word Count: 1647 Words Feedback: Anything. How is that VN anyway? Will it be vaporware? My biggest fear is development hell. No seriously, I hate having to work on perpetual projects because I am too familiar with burnout. It won't be vaporware in fact. I am going to set release date soon and I need some friends to hold me accountable. I will post the status of the VN in a blog here and have weekly updates on it.

Well. As someone who had dabble here and there with fanfic writing, I'd like to try my hand at writing fanfic for some VNs. But as it stands, the English speaking fandom for VNs is mostly nonexistence on fanfic boards like ff.net or Ao3, outside of a few popular series (and mostly, those are popular because of their anime adaption more than the original VNs). So... May as well try it here. Wouldn't hurt, would it? I can't say that I'm a good writer, nor I have any intention of seriously taking up writing. But I do hope my stuffs don't come off as too crappy. So here we go?

We are recruiting people into our game making team, we are making a game that will be released on steam later on, the game will be a visual novel, the kind of choose your own adventure game, a bit dark and romance too, we already got the first 2 characters, we got 2 character creators,2 story makers and 1 programer. Things we search for: -between 1 and 3 Artist for backgrounds -1 Story maker to help the other ones The game will be released on steam after we finish it, we are going to add all the names of the people that help in the credits and if we are allowed to we will also add one of theyr social media in the right of the name too, like twitter,youtube or anything like that. If your interested i have only 2 ways of beying contacted. -Discord Natsuki#0795 -Skype: wolf75844 Please contact me on discord tough since im not using skype very often and i made the game making group in the discord.

Hello, I'm Mo! I thought this forum might be the best place to post one of these... (If not say so please ) Long story short I'm a writer and wanted to get some experience working with a team on a project. As for me personally, I've worked on countless personal works spanning years but would like to work with a team for a change. If I where to put my finger on why I like writing it would be just the power to move people with words alone and making characters that my readers truly love. At this moment I would like to focus on improving my craft and would rather not be paid for any work I do with you until I've put at least a couple titles under my belt. I prefer to work with the Ren'py system but can probably learn another launcher if necessary. I have been told That I have trust issues but have also been told that I'm a good listener with a well kept temper If your interested in working together Please email mightbemo@gmail.com or just reply here I look forward to working with you!

Hey what is up guys! My name is Stone and i am a visual novel creator. Currently i am looking for a character design artist for our upcoming visual novel. We do Pay you per character design. If you are intrested please reply to this post or email me at simplyappproductions@gmail.com THANKS FOR READING!

Wow, it certainly has been a long time since I've been here. You guys have come a long way, and for that, I can finally say I've finished the first real working version of my old visual novel engine that I once did an interview on fuwanovel (https://fuwanovel.net/2013/10/interview-qbertys-om3ga-engine-transcending-platforms/) about. I'm proud to say that it's finally what I wanted it to become. A non-nonsense simple multi-platform visual novel creation and testing tool. It supports running your visual novels on Android/iOS/Windows/Mac/Linux with only needing to write your story once for all platforms. I'm also testing cloud saving/loading as well. All testers are welcome to http://vnengine.com to check it out. You can try it out for yourself at: http://vnengine.com

Hi, I'm Miya! I'm the leader of Truth Unveiled Visual Novel. We need artists, programmers, and more writers for this project. We already have two. Here is everything you need to know and every bit of info we have so far: http://forums.fuwanovel.net/topic/15762-truth-unveiled-gxbsupernaturalromancepsychological/#comment-428907 Contact me here, via email, miyarishirou@yahoo.com or Skype: Miyu "Aoba cake" I look forward to hearing from you. ❤

LemmaSoft link. Hello, everyone! My name is Lumia Chai, and I would like to open my writing, editing, researching and proofreading services to anybody in need of assets. To be able to fund for a project that I want to start and finish (to get other assets, like art), I am only doing paid service and talent trading for now. I hope to be able to work with you soon! GENERAL GUIDES > Both free and paid project, whether it is short term (for a jam) or long term, are fine with me, as long as it is within my “interest range”. > Payment is made by PayPal.me in the USD currency (I will share my link with you privately). > I am fine working under a deadline as long as they are reasonable. If they are not, a tight-deadline fee will be charged (please see below). > I am able to work the most on weekends, Saturday and Sunday, and possibly holidays if I am not out of town. > Depending on how long I am free, I can write from anywhere ranging from 100-2,000 words in a day. > Two small samples, one that is dialogue-heavy and the other narrative-heavy, can be seen here. Any request for specific samples may be made; each sample I provide will be about 120-150 words (which is the length of the two samples in the link). After the third sample request, I will charge $1 for every sample after the third. I WILL DO... > Any genre: romance, fantasy, otome/shoujo and supernatural are my most strongest and preferred genres (although I am also an avid fan of dark stories as well), though gore, horror, slice of life, and angst are also fine. > PG rating through 16+ rating (mild violence and profanity). > Girl x Boy (which is preferable for me), Boy x Girl, and mild Yuri/Yaoi (BL). > R18 - if it's opposite sex and characters are over the age of 18. I WILL NOT DO... > R18 between same genders and characters are under the age of 18 RATES [ free project / paid project ] * These following prices are based on a “per word” basis and in USD unless stated otherwise. A tight-deadline fee of $5 will be added to your total order if your deadline, if applicable, is tight. > Writing- $0.02 / $0.03 > Editing- $0.02 / $0.03 > Proofreading- $0.01 / $0.02 > Research- $5 per hour / $7 per hour > Idea bouncing- $1 per hour / $1 per hour If you are launching a Kickstarter, I can also accept payment (which can be negotiated), provided that funding is a success. If not, I can also accept revenue sharing payment. PACKAGES / DEALS > If you have me do writing and editing for you, you may have 50% off of your original order. > Special holiday packages will also be offered when it is approaching, provided I am in town. This also means special holiday freebies as well. TALENT TRADES * My primary reason for offering a paid service is to commission different people to complete assets that I am unable to recruit for free (future). But, I am willing to do talent trade as well. > Sprite artwork and character design > CG artwork > Background artwork > Graphical artwork (screening, logo, profiles) > Musical composition > Writing/editing (this expertise is a bit uncertain; send me an email/private message if you are interested in doing a talent trade for this) CONTACT ME * Please include information about the game or a link to a work-in-progress thread that explains the game as if I were an audience. For trading, please specify what you are going to offer, and we can negotiate on what I give in return. > Email me at destinylumia@gmail.com (fastest reply comes by email) > Private message me here > Reply to this thread If I haven’t replied to you within three days, please resend your email or private message. If you have replied to the thread, copy and paste your message into an email to me.

So to start off, I'm McMuffin, I'm an aspiring writer that desperately needs someone to tell him how much he sucks. So to make it simple I have a question, would you (the reader) like to read and then critic my work? It doensn't matter if you hate it or love it, both negative and positive feedback would be much appreciated. To start off I'll leave you with something I wrote a very long time ago I call it Ashes Until ashes we meet again. It was late autumn, the sky had never looked darker. Black smoke filled the air choking any nearby life. A small girl, with all of her might, kicked down her front door escaping with her life. Two years later The small girl left the school and made her way down 1st street towards her house. The sky was darkening and the air was crisp and cool. Turning down the alley way she grabbed a large red canister and fixed the nozzle. She arrived at the black charred gate that led to the back yard of her house which she had lived in two years before, the house was now a pile of ashes. The girl made her way into the living area, she could remember the house so well. She withdrew a picture, her mom, dad, and little brothers smiling faces shined deeply into her soul. She laid the picture at her feet, her tears stained the picture. She grabbed the red canister, pouring a large around herself. She let out a wail and her tears fell faster. She lit a match and stared at it a while, “I’ll be just like my family,” She whispered between sobs, “Ashes.” Now first I apologize for the darkness of the story, it was a depressing time for me. Anyway that's just a small sample of the things I've written (not all are as dark I assure you) So to finish off, I'll just say thanks to anyone who does decide to help me. Anyway again thanks I appreciate any and all criticism.

Well, hello there minna, i am...oh please, everyone know about me, the shity tsundere who always brags about his favourite show and has a big urobuchi fetish. Well, what do you have to expect from this shitty fanfiction? Cringy english, poorly done fights, non-existant drama, shitty romance and a ton of stupid memes, i don't even know why am i doing this, but guess i have to do it. And, of course, please correct me if my english is terrible (it is, there's no if) (Really, feel free to give me any criticism, i need that in order to improve my english) Prologue : the epitome of the genesis. Typical japanese street, Akihabara, 26 Mars 2017 The sun was bright, too bright for my NEET eyes, the air is cold, too cold for my NEET skin and the streets are crowded, too crowded for my NEET mind...And here i am, in Akiba, the anime mecca, the holy land of the perverts, the sacred ground of the eroge and... ??? :Oi oi, gaijin-san, why the fuck are you standing like this? is that a gaijin tradition or what? I got suddenly interrupted by mister Takao. I know it sounds weird, but he's actually my japanese pen pal, i just recently got to meet him, and since i discovered he was also an otaku, it was even easier for me to talk to him, i mean, it's been only 3 days since i got my vacations for Japan, and i'm already hanging out with a bunch of japanese dudes. Gaijin-san : You can speak with yourself Mister Takao, it was just thinking about...stuff, stranger stuff as you may think, you know, i'm not really a NEET, i do have a job and all, but i prefer to drow myself into otaku stuff and all. Japanese dude A : Hahaha Takao-kun, your gaijin-san friend is kinda right, i never expected to meet a gaijin so open about otakuness. Japanese dude B : haven't you heard about the new big eroge? with lot of bishoujo and cute traps? Takao : you may be the only one here into cute traps, i mean, what are you, gay? Gaijin-san : nah, i don't think traps are gay, since they are girly and all. And we continued, laughing and talking about stupid shit and anime...everywhere on screens, you could see the new Berserk anime made by Ufotable, new ads for some weird eroge as well as ads for creepy maid café...on the streets, you could see some Jietai patrols, equiped with modern, but they completely feel normal, compared to the HUGE amount of cosplayers roaming the streets, cosplay of every thing, from lusty maids to some crazy characters. In short, Akiba was a heaven for me...if only, it didn't happen, my biggest fear... Takao : Eh, why did the sky suddenly turn dark? Gaijin-san : what do you...what... In one instant, the whole scenery changed, the peaceful akiba turned into hell, as the sky darkened, multiple....things fell to the ground, struck to towers, buildings or even the streets, the debris fell over us, and...nearly killed us. Gaijin-san : guys! we must get the fuck out of here, run to the metro station! Now! But as i was yelling, one of the things well on our position, crushing the ribs of one of Takao's friend...it took us a whole minute to awake again...unfortunately, one of us didn't make it. Takao: Kuso kuso kuso! what do we do now?! what the hell is happening here! We didn't even have the time to think of something, a ship approached us...no doubt was possible. Gaijin-san : Aliens...FOLLOW ME! WE must get the fuck out of here! ..... Meanwhile. TV Journalist : as we speak now, the same scenes repeating everywhere, Paris, London, Tokyo, New York and many, many other big towns were assaulted in the same way, what was first mistaken as an meteor shower was, in fact, and trust me, this is not a joke, an Alien invasion, one of our journalist caugh the picture of one of these...things...before he got killed and.. the TV got interrupted and, a blurred face appeared...the counsilman, why am i not surprised. Counsilman : Hello comma...eh wait, you're not the Commander...thanks to you i look like a stupid guy, get me your commander, now. ???: We still have no information regarding the commander, sir, it's his holiday and. Counsilman : Wait, didn't he tell you? he's in Japan and...oh...ok, i'll tell them. Change of plan mysterious soldier, the UN has activated the FuwaCOM cell, unfortunately, your commander is missing. As the Counsilman continue to speak, another guy entered the room, it was C.O Bradley, he's in charge of the logistic and supplying the field units with intel and orders, his nickname was Texas Dice, a rather weird nickname in my opinion. Bradley : Oh sorry lieutenant Tsundere, didn't knew you were with the super secret counsil everyone on the base knows his existence. Counsilman : Mh...seriously, why such people are our only chance?...speak, mister Bradley, why are you even here. Bradley : We got a transmission from the commander...he's being under assault by the aliens, he's in Japan, i tried to pinpoint his position, he's near the Akihabara trainstation...why the fuck is he so fond of trains?..oh, and he asked Tsundere to lead the recovery team, so...good luck Lieutenant. Tsundere : You know, i have a name, my name is Christina, not Tsundere!...Oh sorry Counsilman, but we have to recover our commander, i think it's the right course of action, you agree? Counsilman : You could go fuck yourself, i don't care anymore...just go recover the Commander, i'll talk with him about the future operations, Dismiss! We had no time to lose, i ran as fast as i could to the armory, the mission was vital, if we dont recover our rightful leader, we'll lose the war...it's your fault, stupid otaku! As i arrived to the armory, only 3 soldiers were here: The first of them, a tall slavic guy, with long white hairs, a big scar on his left cheek, and an adidas-inspired strips on his armor, a sniper rifle -the PGM Hecate II, with the inscriptions "Vodka for life", his name : Corporal Vlad "Voko" Brejnev, a fine soldier from the czech army, even if he's...rather lunatic, and mostly speak with dank memes. The second soldier, a bit shorter, with a brown skin, black hairs and a juvenile, beardless face, his name : Ahmed "HuMaN" Iskander, a Palestinian soldier under the Jordanese army...with an israeli flag...yeh, the flag was my idea, i wanted to mess up with him, if you've seen his face, magad it was funny. It's a tradition to do a bit of tease with new soldiers, and he wasn't the exception to the rule. He was our demolition experts, always carrying a standard FuwaCOM assault rifle and X-04 explosives. And Finally, the last of them, a rather generic size(But a very big..."size" i can tell you), with anime-esque blue hairs, a rather generic brown skin, he is...oh, right, i remember now, Lance-Corporal Noel "Big Gun" Ferrara, a proud portuguese special forces member, bearing a big ass minigun ...i'll have to deal with that grotesque team. Oh, who am i? Lieutenant Christina "Tsundere" LaRoche, even if i'm not a tsundere. I used to work for GIGN, and got promoted to this...ultra secret anti-alien project, FuwaCOM, our objective is to assure planetary defence, we're the first...and the last line of survival, if we do not save our leader, the world is doomed, with that in mind, i had only one order to give them. -soldiers! we are humanity's last hope...let's save our Commander! And this is the story of how humanity's trash dealt with the biggest threat even faced by earth since Donald Trump's Election. END ....I'm sorry, sorry!

Hello everyone, I want to make a visual novel with branching stories and a lot of choices with many endings. But Art style hinder me. What kind of art style most people like? Is it Japan anime style or Western style? Which one do you like from the picture under this text? And which kind of story people will like the most? Does Romance visual novel is too mainstream? I have plan for 1. Fantasy Romance, 2. Crime/Supernatural/Romance, 3.Horror/Thriller/Romance, 4.Romance/Drama and 5.Romance/Comedy. Please help me guys~ Thank you so much!

This is my most recent work. It's incomplete and very rough, but I'd like to know what everyone thinks of it, as I strive to be a novelist. http://puu.sh/pXsLb/4ce89dc557.docx The title has been undecided and I'm not too good at titling, so I put a general name for it.

Information about the book: Kitsune and me is a yuri light novel like story I have been working on since December of 2015. It started as a silly and goofy idea that was supposed to last for 30-40 pages. But, after completely falling in love with the characters and their universe, I ended up continuing the story, and here we are, 46k words and 140 pages later. The story offer elements of romance (yuri), fantasy, action and comedy. The core story is about the human girl, Sakura, and her guardian fox spirit, Kitsune, and their life together. Kitsune and me Vol.2 is going to be the second and last book in the series, and will offer another 12 chapters, as well as an epilogue. The story will follow after the events of the first one. For those who have not yet read the first book, you can find it here: Free PDF download! The thread: Vol .2 Summary: "It has been seven months since the portals connecting the kitsune and human worlds were broken. Kitsune and Sakura have started a new, peaceful life together, leaving their past troubles behind. But something is coming … How long will their days of peace last? An old, broken promise comes back to haunt Kitsune. An old and long forgotten curse once again reawakens... Hatred, anger, revenge…Light and darkness. A shadow envelops Sakura and Kitsune’s life, and nothing will ever be the same again... .... Just like the first volume, the chapters will be released as I finish them. Below is a list of the chapters, and info on when their status. (The chapters will be released in a PDF format, similar to the first book.) Also, as it did cause some confusion in the first book, I will be writing Kitsune's name and the name of the kitsune species as a whole slightly differently, so it is easier to tell them apart. Kitsune's name will obviously always be capitilized, but it will never be in italics. The kitsune people will never be capitilized unless it's the first word in a sentence, and it will always be in italics. In addition, Japanese words that gets a translation in the translation document will be marked with a * in the book. Chapters: Prologue (Released!) Chapter 1: A New Contract?! (Released!) Chapter 2: Escaping The Dream (Released!) Chapter 3: Creating The Dream (Finished, unedited) Chapter 4: In The Beginning (Being Written!) Chapter 5: The Hunt Begins (TBA) Chapter 6: 闇 (Yami / Darkness) (TBA) Chapter 7: 光 (Hikari / Light) (TBA) Chapter 8: ハナ (Hana) (TBA) Chapter 9: Beginning Of The End (TBA) Chapter 10: The Curse Of The Queen (TBA) Chapter 11: All That We Lost (TBA) Chapter 12: All That We Gained (TBA) Epilogue: (TBA) .... Kitsune and me vol.2 Link to the currently released chapters! Introduction to the characters:

I am recruiting writers for my visual novel project. So far it is only me and my artist and we can't handle all the writing ourselves. This will be my companies first game so if you want to get into this industry I would love to help you. Sadly you won't be paid for your contribution unless plans change down the road. We have just started so there is no concept art yet, but once we get some I will post it. I want to have determined people on the team with good communication skills and are able to talk at least once every couple of weeks or so with the rest of the team through Google Hangout or something similar. I am the the one writing the code and the lead developer so you will be working real close with me. I will be able to send anyone interested a document showing how I'd like everything to be formatted so it will be easy for me to transfer what you send me to the code. If you are interested let me know and I will send you the e-mail where you can get a hold of me.

So, because I'm a massive weeb, I've made some poems about VNs as the months went by. Some were made with a special purpose in mind, some were just seedlings of my warped brain. Anyways, here are some I made. "Engines of Today" From Ourai no Gahkthun "Promise" from Hoshizora no Memoria "City of Distortions" from Sekien no Inganock "Broken Pieces" from Grisaia no Kajitsu & Meikyuu "Friendship" from Majikoi Short poem collection I'll add more poems, when I get some more done

Coeus Corrupt (Ko-wus) Pantheon: Greek Age: 1482 Height: 14' or 19' standing Fighting Style: Soul Leeching Alignment: Chaotic Evil FANTASY In the bowels of a long lost Anunnaki burial chamber roams the Titan Coeus. He once was the most intelligent Titan to ever exist and was the most likely to succeed at developing humanity in the outside world. Fate was cruel to him though as his curiosity got the best of him. Nun warned all the ancient bloodlines of the three dominant spirits that were sent to Earth with him. Nun possessed one but the other two were lost in the crash landing of his ship. Coeus searched for years for relics of the long lost Sirius ship and did not heed the warning of Nun to notify him immediately if they ever were to be discovered. When he touched the relic, the spirit within it infused with his core, causing him to fall into madness. He tried to fight the urge for a time but eventually it took over and he killed an Anunnaki by draining it of its soul. Uranus, his father, intervened on his behalf when Marduk seeked vengeance. Marduk did not trust Uranus to honor his word though and negotiated the terms of his punishment. The Annunaki would build a cursed facility under the ground which would keep him imprisoned for eternity with special sigils that drained his power. He is forever roaming these halls waiting for the day he can be free to feed again. HISTORY Coeus is of the Greek pantheon, known as the Titan of rational intelligence. He fathered many children and was considered a positive Titan. In the Titanomachy (The war between Titans and Olympians,) he was overthrown and imprisoned for an eternity in Tartarus (Hell.) unlike the other Titans, he went mad in his imprisonment and broke free of his chains in an attempt to escape but failed in his attempt. THEORY We decided to change the timeline a bit and tie his historical madness into his inquisitive nature. We liked the tragedy of an intelligent and benevolent Titan falling from grace due to his lack of wisdom. By showing his fall, we make him more relatable and also incorporate cross pantheon relationships between the Anunnaki and the Titans. This allows us to create vivid lore that mixes the two worlds and enriches the story of a mad god who was once a benevolent saint. Full blown critiques plz. This is a rough of the Coeus concept which will be properly rendered at a later date. The image is the scale.

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They dont have names, they are called by order of my writing them: 1: In a ghastly shade, Where residue of emotions lies, A sharp emptiness, with the bite of a blade, A sharp silence, within which every human cries, Silent cries, penetrate with the sound of strife, A 4th dimention created for those, Who cannot stabilise, Their desire for life. 2: Soaring seas, breaking apart, A vision distorted, beyond our comprehension, Surreal thoughts created by my mind, A literary distortion, What Ive read, what Ive seen, what Ive experienced, Mingle and entangle, To create the chaos of my reality, I do not remember anymore, what is real, What is a memory, And what I imagined, what I wished. I live a half life, Or maybe, A double life with half the meaning. 3: A noble obligation, to live, create, perform, To out do the last generation, to up their ideals and their form, I suffocate in my own aristocracy, in my own pretentions, Set my goals too high, but fail to chase those aspirations, A shade of my former self, A self I barely remember, A self fragile and beautiful, a porcelain doll, Set on the shop self, To be bought, to be sold, A toy. 4: A grotesque outline of a world I abandoned, A burnt cinder, the love I found abandoned, A realm of imagination, again Im abandoned, A solitary tear, that is all that I can handle, For truly, cast away, Humanity is what I abandoned. 5: All my previous ladies have few photos with me, Although in their mind they propably have many photos of me, Their mental photos full of hate of me, Remember a girl who always thought of "me", They forget the moments that I abandoned my beliefs, my stigma for them, the times I lost my "me", And I dont know about you but thats sad for me. They hate me, Detest me, Even though they were everything to me. Is this how I feel when everything fails me? 6: A colourful light, Sparks that play roles of shadows, Casting through an open window, A colourful light, Early, pinkish dawn, Sharply reflecting off of the skin, Of Gods incarnation laying amongst bed sheets. The light seems almost fractal, almost perfect, In the imperfection on her skin, I see Gods work. The light freckles that adorn her cheeks, Cheeks of pure white, bright as lilies, The same lilies that will decorate her funeral casket, As the light seeks deeper, as if looking for her beauty, Reflecting off her bare chest, Stomach, Thighs, Neck, Synergy of a form complete, They brand me a heretic, because looking at this cannon, I cannot help but conclude, That if God indeed exists. God must have the shape of a female. 7: Quam amoena, The way the sound falls on my lips, Like rosepetals that flood my world, Each a delicacy that lasts a lifetime, A single moment, compromised of an eternity of lifetimes, Each different, yet the same, Quam amoena, The petals like silk, Touch my lips, allow me to kiss, In my dying moments, As I lay in an ocean of blood, Quam amoena that today, I finally get to die. 8: Imagine a desert, An eternal world of emptiness. The material is immaterial, Snow, sand, concrete, space, All that is consequential is the emptiness. Now imagine a solitary figure amongst the dunes, Wrapped in cloth, holding a sword. A plain sword, damascus steel from an age long gone. Crismon is the primary colour of her clothing, A strange contrast to the gray surroundings. As you try to grasp her appearance, you find it impossible, As her figure flows, ever so softly, like a mountain stream. The moment you see an image, it is long gone into nothingness. And you realise she has no form, An outcast, forgotten. As you leave the scene, filled with sadness, Take one look back at her emptiness, at her darkness, Open your eyes, breathe deeply, feel alive And know you survived, Seeing the inside of my mind. 9: Burn you distance, Burn your self righteousness The apocalypse has come, the world has ended, God has abandoned us, God has stuck a middle finger at his creation, Picked up a bottle of vodka, poured it into his liver, And went to make a new better world. Sad, or maybe its not, Because how can truth be sad if truth is the only reality and reality is simply beautiful? Fuck your truism, Fuck what I think, Fuck me, fuck you, fuck everyone, Banal, Maybe I should make the metaphor of pandoras box, Just to fit with this cliche? 10: I cant sleep, I cant really be awake either, My world revolves around ezoterisms, The ezoterism of my own being, My world revolves around these People I use These procents I consume This music I abuse This poetry I destroy myself with When I used to still care about my life I used to cut, bleed crimson on the bright white floor tiles Now that Ive given up I cut my mentality with this poetry Mental self harm 11: There are moments when words just dont flow, Emotionless nights when apathy and darkness consumes it all, There are moments when the words overflow, A hateful river, flooding the plains of your world, Between nihilism and destruction, My plain resides, A 4th dimention, Full of self lies. 12: Will anyone cry, when I am layed to rest, A thought every person has, an easy thought, An easy thought to make me cry however, When I realise that while anyone will cry, Everyone will cry, They will all cry for the wrong me, When my parents weep for their daughter, My previous lovers weep from happiness that their object of hate is gone, My friends will weep for their sister, And I will weep for the potential that never became Never became anything at all 13: Drops slowly dropping of the celing, My eyes follow them, lazy, my retinas peeling Away the fractal nature of this moment, this feeling, An emotion that is always too far, but somehow to close to my own begining, A trace of love, a trace of erotism, A trace of my long lost heart A trace of my oversized egoism The path of the drop, as if tracing the path of hate that I have so often traveled, Slowly progressing, gravity pulling it towards its epitath, A sad end, but fitting, For the last drop of blood that sustained my living. Any feedback, negative or positive is welcome! <3

Hello ladies and gentlemen of fuwa! Today I will be sharing with you a little writing project I've been working on. Thanks so much to Forgetful Frank for agreeing to edit the book for me! When I started I was editing it myself, which is slow work and I often miss mistakes in my own writing, and so this way it should be a lot better for everyone involved Also, a big thanks to Melowbee for making the illustration for Kitsune! It's a wonderful confidence boost to actually have someone make drawings for my story! On to the book: キツネと私 - Kitsune and me Summary: After spending half a day locked in her clubroom at school, Sakura heads home in the middle of the night, in pouring rain. Taking refuge from the terrible conditions, she stumbles into and old and mysterious shrine. Here she discovers a strange little artifact that she thinks may have been stolen from a museum. Wanting to get it checked out the next day, she brings the artifact home. But as the artifact ends up coming to life in the form of the ditsy, energic and completely stunning Kitsune, Sakura's life will never be the same again... Information on the book: Kitsune and me is primarily a comedy, focusing on the relationship between the main character Sakura, and her new guardian ... fox-girl, Kitsune Mimiko. When writing it I focus primarily on having fun and silly interactions between the two, and purposely try to use clichés from common visual novel, anime, manga and light novel works. It's a fun little project I recently decided to start working on, and it's not meant to be taken too seriously. The story offers elements of comedy, romance (yuri), fantasy and action. The structure is fairly similar to most VNs, in that it starts of fluffy and is riddled with mainly humor, and then it gets more dramatic towards the end. Also, note that this is written in English, though I use certain words and phrases from Japanese. Again, this isn't meant to be taken too seriously. Words such as bentou will be in the book to keep the essence of the "Japanese setting" and words such as "ne" will be left in Kitsune's sentences, as they are a part of her speech pattern and that doesn't translate as well into English in my opinion. I also keep Japanese titles when I see fit, like using Kitsune's name. For these parts, translations are on the side of the Japanese symbols. DIGITAL PDF DOWNLOAD FOR THE BOOK! A sketch of Kitsune made by Melowbee! Art made by Melowbee, thank you x100!! Editing is done by Forgetful Frank, thanks so much for that! Special thanks to Nosebleed for helping me with Kitsune's name!

I have written my first story on Wattpad, here is the link for it https://www.wattpad.com/myworks and I hope somebody can read my story and tell me what you think about it.

I am currently looking for capable individuals to fill positions within my production group. This involves artists, composers, web producer/designer, sound designer, programmer, writers, graphics designer, producer, and a co-director. Please take your time to fully read each project pitch and determine for yourself if either are of any interest to you. When you have done that, follow the google form URL located at the very bottom of the post to complete the following application. The application is one of two parts, the second part will come to you individually according to which position you applied for. Think of the first part being interview questions, and the second part is for you to show me what you are capable of bringing to the project. Once the second part has been sent, the results of whether you have been selected will come to you through email after all applicants have been reviewed. *Should you decide against joining the production after you have been selected you are by no means obligated to commit. However, please make that decision before officially taking part in the team.* The projects I currently have planned may be considered within the "concept" stages. However, I have envisioned how each story will progress and made a few outlines for portions of a common route. Island Rakuen(18+) Genres: Mystery, Drama, Romance, Horror It is summer break and college students Shougo and Kyouhei have big plans for vacation. Together, they rent a yacht with the money they saved and invite their friends into the pacific. It would be their last trip before they graduate from students to full-fledged adults. It is also a chance for Shougo to confess to his long-time crush, Toujou Tomoyo. The group sets sail from Tokyo Bay and into the Pacific Ocean when they happen across an uncharted island. Seemingly uninhabited with the exception of heavy vegetative and tropical growth, and a sea teeming with fish the group anchors their yacht and makes camp. Everyone pitches in, building cabins out of branches and leaves, fishing in the ocean for food, gathering the tropical fruits, and hunting the unusually large population of aggressive birds from within the island. They take tests of courage, roast food over a campfire, share dreams and hopes for the future. The place is like a paradise for them. It was a paradise until a tropical cyclone sweeps away their only means of returning home. Stranded, and without means to communicate with the outside world the group of friends' long sought after vacation has become a nightmare. The test of time begins to take its toll on the island's newest inhabitants, and one by one they begin to lose hope of ever returning home. Tomoyo quickly becomes a burden, failing to hold her end of her tasks and earning Maehara Ryouko’s ire. Finger-pointing turns to shoving and opinions to arguments, solidarity crumbles and the group splits into two. Ryouko, having grown impatient seeing Tomoyo pampered for her mistakes and never owning up to her failures takes her own group and leaves. The separation brings temporary peace, but strange things begin to happen at night. A cacophony of howling and laughter sound throughout the island, and each group faces a danger worse than isolation—themselves. Position-specific Notes *Notes here do not reflect that positions in bold above are unneeded. Please fill out application even if your position is not listed in these notes. Writers: Two routes to be written, one for each heroine. Composer: Looking for composers able to play any of the following: Flute, Piano, Ukulele, Percussion. Artists: Sprites (11 characters), CG, Background, Title Screen, UI. Programmer: Capable working with and have experience in Ren'py or other visual novel software. Design UI, title screen, Configuration screen. Sound Designer/Editor: Generate and create sounds and noise for purpose of immersion. (IE- birds, ocean waves, motor, SFX, etc) Additional Notes 1. Potentially Short-Medium in length. 2. As the 18+ tag implies, this story will contain content for the mature audience. Anyone under the age of 18 will not be permitted to participate in this production. Wraiths of Ivarholdt Genres: Drama, Fantasy, Action, Kael Craster is the leader of the band of sellswords called the Wraiths of Ivarholdt. Seven years ago when the clan was originally called the Ivarholdt Raiders, Kael was but a junior member in the clan having been taken in after he was orphaned during the Michar-Forissimo War. He had known bliss and love from his fellow clan mates until one day the Wraiths were indiscriminately hunted and slaughtered by orders of the king himself. Kael and Darrik were the only survivors, having been absent from the camp for a hunting trip. Present day, the war has ended in an armistice and Kael has peacefully rebuilt his clan, naming it the "Wraiths of Ivarholdt" in honor of his former comrades. However, that peace is short lived. News of the hermit King Michar leaving his castle to negotiate a treaty with King Forissimo reaches Kael’s ears. It is an opportunity he would not let go. Revenge begins to stir in Kael's mind and little do his new clan mates know their lives have now become a means to commit regicide. Enter Wiles Tressante, the protagonist of our journey and the Wraiths’ newest member. He is a spy from the neighboring kingdom and ward of King Forissimo tasked with kidnapping the daughter of King Michar. Life with the Wraiths becomes like a dream to Wiles. He finds within them camaraderie he’s never shared and a family he’s never had. His mission becomes a distant memory to him. But as the nature of Kael’s true intentions grow more visible, the tenuous accord between each member begins to shatter. Wiles discovers that he isn’t the only one with something to hide. Old grudges open new wounds, the tangles of lies tighten, and the very person he is supposed to be looking for may not exist at all. Position-specific Notes *Notes here do not reflect that positions in bold above are unneeded. Please fill out application even if your position is not listed in these notes. Writers: Six routes, common route. Composers: Looking for composers able to play any of the following: Flute, Piano, Percussion, Violin, Sing (chorale), cello. Artists: Sprites (Six main characters) (~15+ supporting/side characters), CG, Background, Title Screen, UI. Programmer: Capable working with and have experience in Ren'py or other visual novel software. Design UI, title screen, Configuration screen. Sound Designer/Editor: Generate and create sounds and noise for purpose of immersion. (IE- sword clash, walking, fire, SFX, etc) Additional Notes 1. Potentially Long-Very Long in length. 2. The routes withinWraiths of Ivarholdt will not branch. They will be "arcs" and follow right after the other. In other words, it will follow one large linear path with multiple arcs, one focusing on each character. The story is designed this way such that, unlike traditional otome/bishoujo, the characters will experience the impact of the arcs preceding them. 3. Depending on the success of this visual novel and the continued commitment of the production group I intend for a sequel. 4. Kickstarter/Crowd Funding TBD Specific Recruitment Directors and Writers to work on genres: Otome, horror, comedy, skit, mystery eroge(18+). I am looking for a director and writer who will not be working on the above projects, but will instead lead projects of their own. Preferably a writer who has their own story in mind. I will lead the production for you on your end. Web Producer/Webmaster: Design and manage multiple websites to improve relations, increase publicity, and keep updates for public to see. Make sure to complete the form below. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1HYJAXlJVDt_6V68zDbBxYRT5X4oDUcrH-7RwOoSURNw/viewform

So this is my latest attempt at writing an space-opera story, its heavily derived on the first Dune book, Muv Luv Alternative, Legend fo the Galactic Heroes and even, surprisingly Overlord, it shoudn´t be immediatelly obvious, but they are all here, oh did i mention Vandread and Macross? yea, that too! Warning: It can take a while, but certain chapters i wrote can be considered sexual, but i don´t think i wrpte explicitly, im a horrible erotic writer, i know because i´ve tried. For now i will only post the prologue and charpter 1, so people can read it in parts and make specific critiques. No worries tough, no +18 yet. Please note there maybe quite a few grammatical or structral errors in my writing, just know im aware there are, but i coudn´t find them, and try to be costructive in your critiques, thank you. Prologue: It was a clear day on the Galactic Institute of technology and Social Sciences of Sahyr, founded upon on the 10th anniversary of the Sayyanid Revolution, the room was full of people, of all species and creed, united to learn more about their world and their times, the class was History 6, on the period from the conquest of Sahyr by the old Sultanate, to its subsequent decline and rise of the Sayyanids Caliphate, and a personal biography of their leader, Caliph Sayyan, the first of his name. The professor was no one other than Omar, a personal friend to the Caliph himself, and the persn Rayyan himself said "not even my wife, Sara knows as much of me, mysellf included, than Omar. Lucky yo, he´s an historian.", Omar was a old man, by the standards of the Sahhos, who could live through 180 standard years, he towered impressive 201 years worth of experience, and there was was, doing what he did for the last 160 years, studying and teaching history to anyone interested. He entered the room full of young minds "all this potential stored, all those species, when it was that i became such a powerfull man?" he thought to himself, he cleared his throat, his voice wasnt as good as 20 years ago, but he coudl still talk powerfully, the mere act of clearing his throat was enough to bring all the attention to himself, he has seen this thousands of times, and never got tired, not even with 160 years of experience. He then began his lecture: "There are aways those who say "the era of revolutions is ending" and again and again they are proven wrong, revolution is an idea so powerfull, that its cannot simply "die", its resilient to the worst kind of totalitarianism, and that, i think, is the reson why we shoudn´t ever forget the Rayyanid revolution, of course, it wasn´t any kind of totalitarian state, the Sultanate was becoming progressively more liberal, and at the time of its end, there was even talk of abolishing slavery, but to Rayyan, to all those brave Sahhossi, who fought against the tyrany of deprivation of freedom, the mere thought of being aslave and give their intelectual energy to the humans or anhy kind of species, for that matter, was abhorrent." He paused, looking at his students, for a moment he wished Rayyan was there, looking at him with expectant eyes, to what he had to say, his eyes full of the unique potential that all genius, no matter the times, seems to have. Then he saw someone lifting the hands, an young human female, redhead, his favourites: "Come one, don´t be shy, ask away." She looked at him, she reminded him of Sara at a young age. "Do you think even the Caliphate will suffer a revolution one day? I don´t mean to sound disrespectful, but the way you talked, it reminded me that of the revolutions the old holmeworld of my species, Earth, has gone through, you words seems specially true, but do you think even the Caliphate will resist revolutions?" Omar just smiled, the young, aways forgeting their place, but it coudn´t be helped, it could be blasphemous fo her, but if it was a blasphemy then he was guilty of it then too, may God have mercy on his soul, because he thought it was an excelent question, he just smiled and said: "If you pay attention to my lecture, about this, you may be able to reach the anwser this yourself, and the you respond your own question, and hen write a book when you are a few hundreds lightyears from the Caliph Suer-Secret Police, okay? I would love to read about it." Everyone laughed at how easily he got ot of the situation without being explicitly rebelious. He laughed as well, remembering the old time. Chapter One – The Governor Emir Rashid, the Governor-General of Sahyr, was feelling lazy today, this backwater planet full of an entire species of hippies sure was a handful, the mere amount fo letters denouncing, very eloquently, mind you , how wrong was slavery ona multitude of different philosophical angles was absurd, all of them was directed to the Sultan, of course, but none of them actually get trough, he coudnt trouble his Sultan with meaningless debates, slavery was a legal and long-standing traditon of the Sultanate, those abolitionists can´t simply transform centjuries wort of culture debating alone, they should just accept their luck and live on, pleasing their masters wth their great minds, or try to rebel and save him the efort of taking care of them a... "Sir? Are you alright?" The Emir finally opened his eyes to see a young sahhossi servant, he aways found their head protusions very ugly, but ne ver comented on it, he was hated enough already by the local populace, he couldn´t spare govong more mtoives for them to rebel because he didn´t liek one of their facial features. Then he talked at a very tired, slow-paced voice. "Indeed i am, dear servant, indeed i am. I was just...lost in thought, that´s all. What do you want Emil?" The youngster, had the apearance of a human child, humanoid generally, they werent so very different of a human, well, if you didn´t took into account their enlogated heads, where thehy stored their big, powerful brains (yes, plural, the Sahhossi had not one brain, but 3 of them, that worked as one as a node-brain, capable of multitasking at very efficient level) "You´ve asked of me, to bring ye some coffe and biscuits, i hope it is of your satisfaction, i´ve took in consideration your previous grievances with the strongness of your coffe, tis time i think ive reached perfection relative to you standards." Damn, Emil was no more than 14 years old, was a child by Sahhossi standards, but like mst Sahhossi, he talked like an human adult, rich vocabulary and complex sentence structure and all that, talk about being premature, worse, he complained about the coffee no mroe than 3 times until now, since he began asking his servant to do it, he was irritated, so , even tough the coffe was quite good, if a bit too weak to his taste, he cmplained saying ikt was the worst coffee he had ever tried, on the fourth try he achieved just that, perfection, this was one of the ebst coffee he had ever experiemented, the flavour was like a rich forest of different sensations, he coudn´t help but o smile at Emil. "This was a masterpiece Emil, sorry about b eing so strict before with you, i was lashing out on you, so i made unreasonable demands to you, your coffe was quite good, but i ask of you to make this everyday to me, could you do that?" Emil stoic expression didn´t change, but he nodded. "Certainly sir, do you have anything more to ask of me, i´ve already planned the nest 3 days of work and i wish to begin right away." "Certainly, but Emil, don´t think i have ever seen you smile, why?" "Even if you let me be completely honest with you, and promisse me not to get offended, you would still get offended and punish me for suposed 'insolence', so i prefer not to talk, its that alright to you? Sir?" Ugh, that last "sir" was quite loaded with sarcasm, wait, Sahhossi could be sarcastic? Damn, not even a week on this end of the galaxy and someone was already sarcastic to him. "No, that´s ok, go o..." But there was no one there "fuck, i just began working here and people already hate me..."., dejected, he then looked at the next letter, it was one of those white paper letter, written not on hand, but using typography, the author was very meticulous at drawing ot the letters so he coudn´t be indentified. It wasn´t the last time this guy sent a letter to the emperor, on the fourth letter, the author just infered from the lack of response, that he was being censored, so he began adressing the Emir directly: " Good Morning As praxis demands, i request once again that slavery should be abolished as the immoral and unethical activity this is, condemned even by Allah. But that will not work, right? You are saturated with such philosophical essays about it, and even after such eloquent texs explaining why is it wrong, you still insist upon refusing to debate tnhe issue, so be it, the time of asking has ended. Yours truly, Yanyra Expect me." "Oh great, now i have to deal with yet another rebellion, abslutely fantastic" he thought. But if rebelions happned everyday on the Sultanate, what was that feeling of fear in the bscure parts of his mind? Was that going to be diffent?