Playing Lost Belt 2.
I wrote so much I had to split the chapters, but it worked out as a celebration! 50 chapters, boi!
Right now I’m currently stewing over what I should pull for the next GSSR, Class Specific Drawing. I only have Tamamo as a Caster, and I have Jeanne, Jalter, and Melt for Extra. Caster has 4 Event Locked Servants, but Extra has 7. I don’t want Da Vinci or Caster of the Nightless City, but I would not regret a Dupe of my Extras (Although getting Jeanne to NP3 on a GSSR would be kinda sad). And once again, One 5 star Caster, and Three 5 star Extras. But I have no Foreigners.
And if I wanna go Extra Big Brain, I have no Salieri, and I would be 100% guaranteed to get him from the Extra pool.
Thoughts on my situation would be appreciated.
In other news, I have room for 4 Friends on my Friends List. If anyone wants to be added, leave your Friend ID and I’ll send an invite. Your code will be removed once I send it. User Name is Xander.
Yeah. The Fanfic.net website’s format editor is shit. I left that site far behind for a reason. So, welcome all the FanFic refugees!
I also finished the Final Fantasy 7 Remake. Just gonna say, it was worth the price of admission, especially since I remember my playthrough of the original. And here’s the thing. It’s not a 1 for 1 remake, with some extra side shit thrown in. But I can’t talk about it without spoiling stuff, things that are integral to the underlying forward plot of the Remake. Not of FF7, but of The Remake.
You can only consider them two different games after having played through them. Additions to the Lore.
The ONLY bad thing I can say about the game is that Normal Difficulty got tiresome about 80~90% of the way through the game. It wasn’t hard, it was infuriating. Combat took too long, and the enemies were damage sponges. I started playing all boss battles with Barret so I could have him tank all the damage, because whoever you are actively playing is the one getting the aggro. So may as well be the long range tank. After I dropped the Difficulty down to easy it felt the same difficulty as the original FF7 again. But, once again, that was near End Game.
But FUCK HELL HOUSE. Seriously.
I go back to work tomorrow. We’ll see how well my injured knee stands up, but I expect to be sitting down a lot. Here’s hoping I don’t run into any social justice warriors who want me to kneel and beg forgiveness for being white, because I can’t kneel right now for medical reasons.
And speaking of, how dare the anarchists of Seattle name themselves Chaz! It’s an insult to the entity of pure Chaos that gave himself that name! Chaz might have to write a rebuttal some time.
You ever get a nose bleed so severe that you start suffering from anemia? That happened a few days ago. It kinda sucks, I don’t even have the will to play video games, and I’m tired all the time. I was able to muster my will for this chapter, though, so thank goodness for that. Writing it took a lot longer than usual, though.
I also want to extend a greeting to anyone who’s finding this site through Fanfiction.net. I dropped a little bit of Chapter 0 over there with info on how to find the rest, so I hope more Fate fans can see CU. I suggest signing up for notifications (There’s a sign up to the top right) so that you don’t miss any releases.
I play on the NA servers, and right now Okitan is up for Rate Up… but I decided I wasn’t going to chase after her. About 20% of my combined in game savings were used but… I have Melt so I can’t justify chasing so hard after an AoE Alter Ego, no matter how huggable she is. And I could feel it. Okitan wasn’t going to come home. So I called it off to hold onto resources for Summer, and the 2nd Lost Belt. The only other 5 star new release I’m aiming for this year is Sigurd, so I’m just gonna try and avoid the gacha itch while I can.
I got Izo and Li Shuwen. So I’m satisfied… for now.
This new editor for WordPress is garbage. It’s all sleek and shiny, but I’m having to hunt down the options that used to be right in my face before.
Well, it has more freedom with Font customization, so that’s a plus. If only they hadn’t junked the old format to be more appealing to the Twitter generation.
Writing battle scenes is like left hand and right hand chess games. It’s the act of splitting your mind in two and pitting both sides against one another. Then there’s the act of writing along a set scenario and adapting the pre-written lines. There’s parts of the original script I have to throw out, and move from one part to another to skip over the redundant battles that interrupted the flow of the story, without losing content or pacing.
But I enjoy this end result. This may be the largest release chapter of Chaldea Untold to date. I’ve said it elsewhere, but the size of my chapters are determined by the content that is inside them, not by the length of the paragraphs.
I now have paid leave from my job and you know what I’m doing with it?
Video games. Lots and lots of video games.
And physical therapy and getting used to walking without a crutch. And some CU is in the mix as well. The next F:GO event comes out in a couple of days. Which me luck with Okitan. I need an AoE Alter Ego, and Okita Alter is adorable so I may as well.
So here I am, trying to write the next chapter of my fiction, and my mind keeps going back to what happened last night.
I watched the Louder With Crowder livestream where they fact checked CNN’s coverage of the Black Lives Matter protests across America, live over the internet. The coverage of CNN was despicable in that it consistently avoided the tragedies that were playing out over the nation that were constantly trending on Twitter, Facebook, and other media.
A man was violently run down by 30 people because he was wearing a MAGA hat.
Palettes of bricks were staged at the “Protests” for use against buildings and police officers.
Stores were looted. Banks were broken into and looted. Dumpsters, cars, and buildings were lit on fire. None of which had anything to do with what happened to George Floyd.
Dallas’ “protest” went violent after 15 minutes and the city was reduced to a war zone, with people specifically directing the rioters to where “the rich people” were. Dallas is where one man who was trying to protect his business was overwhelmed by the mob of rioters and literally stoned. He was struck by stones while people kicked him on the ground. It was an incredibly disturbing video, but if you want to see the true nature of the people across the nation pretending to care about justice, go watch it.
I remember the riots over Rodney King. The ones that happened IN THE CITY RODNEY KING LIVED IN. It wasn’t pretty, but it made sense that the people in that town were angry. But this systematic hate-mongering, violence, anarchy, and blind tribalistic warfare is insane, and it needs to stop.
My home town is amongst those that have lit their own downtown on fire and plundered it. I thank God for the fact that I moved out of that place last year to escape the atmosphere of intolerance and blind social justice that allows hobos to sleep in my workplace’s parking lot, leaving their used needles around for pedestrians to stumble across, while emptying their shit buckets into our public trash receptacles as being a human right.
At this point, Black Lives Matter is anything but about black people, or protecting life. It’s an excuse to be destructive and violent little warlords in the consistently greatest nation on earth. On the coverage from CNN, I saw a lot of preprinted posters asking for Justice and saying Black Lives Matter, and shouting about how all structures and infrastructure should be torn down and abolishing the system… but not one of them had George Floyd’s name on their signs. What’s happening now is not about that unfortunate man. He’s an excuse for these madmen to rampage.
The police officer who moronically took George Floyd’s life has been fired, divorced, and getting sentenced for Manslaughter. His life is over. Everyone involved in the incident is being thoroughly investigated by the request of the President himself. Justice has and is being served. But not by these riots. These riots are only setting us all back.
So for anyone in these cities where this unbridled insanity is taking place. Please stay home. Do not add to the madness, do not get in it’s way, do not try and curb it. Leave this to the police and the national guard. Please do the one thing people have been saying for the last 5 months during this time of actual danger. STAY SAFE.
I’ll get back to delivering nutty fiction shortly, but I had to get this out there or my mind would never calm down.
One of the reasons I’ve been so tired and unable to write for so long is because I have an injured knee. Nope, it wasn’t an arrow, but a co-worker walked directly into my leg as I was turning around because she thought she could move faster than I could.
…I’m still forgiving her for it on a daily basis. Being a Christian can be hard sometimes.
After a few months I finally have an ACCURATE diagnosis of what the continuing problem is, tendonitis. So I don’t need surgery. But having to use a crutch all day at work is exhausting. I’m a tall guy with a wide frame, so I naturally carry extra weight on me. So every move I make is my arm getting a 200 pound curl supporting my body, and my one good leg supporting all of my body weight every time I’m standing still for more than 3 seconds.
Three quarters of me has never been so ripped in my whole life. Even when I was stacking generators at The Home Depot. My entire body hurts all the time from effort, so it kind of put a slow down on my creativity.
I’ve been told I do exposition well.
I was given a 3 day weekend at work to recover from the recent rigors of working a pharmacy understaffed. So, this is what I’m doing now that I’ve recovered. Writing! It’s overdue, and a little shorter, but I hope people enjoy it. I’m already starting on the next chapter.
And with Sieg being released as a welfare…
“No, it’s my idea… Sieg didn’t want to trouble you,” said Ritsuka as he led Jeanne D’Arc to the room where Sieg was patiently studying the operations of the Shadow Border.
Jeanne sighed and said, “That’s just like him. Causing trouble by not wanting to cause trouble. But… are you sure, Ritsuka? After all, the other me and Sieg…”
Ritsuka gave something of an uncertain smile and said, “I’m not that bright, so I like to confront things directly. And the two of you are going to be running into each other eventually… I’d rather get it over with right away than worrying about things that might happen in the future.”
Jeanne stayed quiet for a long moment, letting the implications of Ritsuka’s words pass through her, and that seed of self-doubt and fear in Jeanne’s heart grew just a bit larger. Ritsuka lined Jeanne up in front of the designated door, and Ritsuka asked, “Are you ready?”
Jeanne gave a resolute nod. Ritsuka pressed the button to open the door, causing the panel to slide into the wall opening the room. It seemed that Sieg had heard voices in the hallway and was halfway to opening the door himself to check on them. The unexpectedly close proximity to each other caused both Jeanne and Sieg to lock up in surprise. The book in Sieg’s hand dropped to the ground.
And then both Jeanne’s and Siegs faces relaxed into relieved disappointment.
“I see. You and I are-”
“The two of us are-”
The two said at the same time.
From there, Ritsuka was able to convince the other two to have a sit down conversation. Jeanne and Sieg talked easily, with Jeanne sometimes giving brief lectures to Sieg who accepted them as a matter of course… but the primary topic for both sides ended up being about Ritsuka somehow. At the end of the lengthy conversation, Sieg excused himself to return to his studies, and Ritsuka asked Jeanne, “So, how are you feeling?”
“Refreshed, I dare say? It’s like meeting up with an old friend but… there’s nothing more than that here. I hope the other Sieg and the other Me can find happiness together, but… that’s the extent of my feelings. I’m truly grateful you set this up, Ritsuka.”
Ritsuka smiled peacefully, grateful that the meeting went as well as could be hoped. And Jeanne smiled back as well, with a heart cleansed of doubt, looking forward to what was to come; no mater what the future held.
But I’m so fucking tireeeeeeeed…
I work in a pharmacy. The whole Corona situation has a lot of people being panicky and unreasonable. There are people who are wanting to buy phantom over the counter cures for a virus we’ve known about for 3 months. And old people who think it’s a better idea to pay hundreds of dollars for a refill on their meds 1 week early because they might be sealed away from an outbroken society for a few months straight.
This shit didn’t happen with the Swine Flu, which was far worse at this point in time with more fatalities. The media is making people think this is the end of days, on purpose, and people are reacting according to the media’s coverage. A self fulfilling prophecy. And I’m on the front line dealing with it.
So I haven’t had the time or energy to write.
I have, however gone through Chaldea Untold Prologue and Chapter 1 to re-edit for typos and accuracy. So there’s that.