For New Readers

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For new readers, these are articles I highly recommend!

A Place With No Hope (Science Fiction/Drama Miniseries) Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
A Place With No Hope: Stay Leave Extra
Hitogokoro (Drama/Romance/Suspense) Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 (on hiatus)
Archer’s CLANNAD
Archer Writes a Blog Post
Canceling my Preorder on Rewrite and What I Plan to do in Japan
If I were Japanese
Interviews
Visual Novel Reviews and Commentaries
The Social Network Poster Parody Parade
I’d be the K-on’s Friend Part 1
A Chatlog from #ammy
Why the iPad is a Piece of Shit

Contacting the Moon Part One

I’m building worlds now. I am building worlds, shaping them with my hands, placing objects upon them and creating life. Countless worlds. Pointless, pathetic, gigantic worlds for those higher up to come in and control. I don’t want this job. I don’t. I hate it; I hate seeing everyday the inhabitants enslaved by greed and corrupted power. But this is my purpose. I am here solely to create worlds for others to control. Moving from solar system to solar system, galaxy to galaxy, universe to universe. I no longer sleep. I no longer eat. I no longer think. I am simply, a world builder.

Korean Hotdogs

Schirkos Plays Little Busters!

The following are logs from Skype while Schirkos played through Little Busters! He is quite funny. It must be because he’s German or something.

The Town (New Story)

Here’s a bit of a new story I’m working on (I’m sorry for those that liked Hitogokoro, I, too, want to see how it ends).

The town sleeps. The streets of the town are cold and empty, not a single soul outside of their home. Except for a single light shining at the local gas station, the sheriff filling up his car, and the station attendant, the town sleeps. And it is as the town sleeps, that, unbeknownst to the townspeople, the world is wide awake, people doing their daily hustle, moving about their lives. But the townspeople do not concern themselves with the outside world. And the outside world does not concern itself with the townspeople. It is as if they are not even in the same universe.

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“Where are you!?”

I yelled for her in the darkness. “You need to come back! I’m sorry for getting angry, I am. But, these past few weeks have been hard for both of us!” I yelled out into the blackness, hoping for a response.

But none came.