#+5exp

[my-life-is-a-sidequest]

2:37 go the fuck to sleep (+5exp)

[blue-flame-farmer]

Lol. Lmao even. I figured out how to force it.

If you want to try to do it yourself here's how I'm doing it. Not sure if it's console specific but I'm on Switch.

Pre-requisite: make sure your backpack is nearly full, leave a few empty spots. I usually collect the crab pots by the river then go to the beach.

1. Start picking up the stuff from the crab pots, but make sure that your backpack gets full and there's still items remaining in the crab pots, and not just like 1 shrimp. Leave a few of one type, but I've been able to make those work with more than 1 item type.

2. Use the return specter to go home. Dump whatever you want, I've been putting my trash in the machines and selling other stuff.

3. Go back to the beach using the Beach Monolisk (the giant warp totem, not the pocket sized one, I forgot what the big one was called).

4. Go back to collecting like normal. Eventually as you're collecting you should see the numbers go from normal then jump to 999, 1000+ ect... as you're collecting more stuff. And it's not just the overworld menu that's showing that, your backpack and where ever you put the stuff will be that stupid high quantity.

It seems to work on both trash & fish. Not pictured, I've done it with CD's too. I'm curious if it gives you the 5exp per thing if you 'got' 999 of the thing, but I can't tell cause my fishing level is maxed out. If the mastery bar is anythin to go by, it's not actually giving you 5x999 experience, but I'm gonna test that out too.

Is anyone else just getting like, 999+ from a single crab pot?

Last time it was CD's where I harvested it and I got like 999. Now it's crab, where I got like 1,003 or something. From a pot. Guess I'll have lots of refined quartz and crabs.

[jenoptimist]

I love your writing!!!

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[idjunho]

+ detail your greatest source of strength 

it’s been years since junho was in nevada, but he still remembers the man like he’d just seen him the day before.

a middle aged white man, probably in his late fifties when junho had studied in henderson. it was his music teacher, the man whom used music as his vessel for establishing such a strong relationship between himself and the seventeen year old korean exchange student, kwon junho; a very different junho from the one in xlnc today — he was far tanner back then, thanks to the consistently sweltering desert sun native vegans had long accepted beforehand. he was much shyer, and his lack of being able to communicate well his first few weeks of the semester left him feeling isolated, depressed, anxious that he would spend his entire year alone. 

not until there’s mr. sanders, who gives junho hope, gives him a chance.

he doesn’t realize the talent junho wields until he stays for music club after school. his voice as a high schooler was nowhere near as refined as it is now, less confident and stable. but there’s a lot of power that high school junho doesn’t realize he harnesses until mr. sanders coaches him through his vocal struggles. the two bond easily over music, the older man offering his pupil as many of his cds from his collection as junho desired to borrow. a man shaped greatly by his childhood build upon the united states’ involvement in vietnam, junho quickly finds his musical world expanding far greater than he’d ever imagined. for a long time he doesn’t quite comprehend all of the lyrics on their first listens; he concentrates more on the melodies and the actual sounds of the artists’ voices melded with their instruments than focusing too much on the meanings of what they were trying to express. mr. sanders tells him plenty, through words slow and simple, enough for junho to grasp in his earlier months. he can’t understanding his stories fully at first, slowly connecting the dots of the keywords that he uses to help fit the puzzle together: vietnam — army — protest — arrest. at the end of the year junho understands the man’s history, a college music student who’d been part of a large majority of his country who refused to condemn to acts of unjustified violence. 

the memorabilia of the time that adorns his classroom, anti-war propaganda painted with large bubbly fonts and skeletons of uncle sam demanding to BRING THE TROOPS HOME with littered peace sign decorations paint an even bigger picture. 

“i suggest you visit some concerts while you’re here,” mr. sanders says, “las vegas certainly is the place for them.”

and so he does. he blinds himself with the lights that illuminate the strip, a city that truly never does sleep. vegas is in a world of its own compared to busan, how one could even begin to understand the wonders of the world never leaving home baffles him seeing the city of sin in all its neon, unadultered and unforgiving life completely beyond his comprehension. it blows his mind to have so much entertainment at his fingertips; a new concert every weekend, a new bar to visit with his stunning fake id, a few three am wedding receptions to inconspicuously crash with his friends when the bride and groom were too far gone to notice. 

the killers, his first concert in vegas, introduces him to the world of the heartland rock genre, which later influences his love for springsteen and tom petty, and expanding further into the rock genre.

mr. sanders teaches him more than just music, he teaches him the love and passion for it; the drive to become not just someone who can play music but can also create it, craft it, make it his own — it resonates with junho even when he returns from the united states a year later, clearly changed. his taste of westernization to his personality doesn’t sit well with his parents at first, unamused by their sons’ incomprehensible choice of music he chooses to listen to over studying. they blame it all on his dropping grades, his lack of communication, his desire to be... well, anything in life. besides a rockstar, of course.

even well past his debut, junho’s parents still don’t approve. they don’t call. he can only remember a few times counting on a single hand the number of times he’d talked to either of his parents while he was a trainee — though he couldn’t actually recall what those conversations had been about. the lack of communication between himself and his family, junho realized as he began to grow older, grew out of his rookie days into a somewhat matured musician, was a far greater good than evil.

so when most people ask him this question and expect him to say something about his parents, his unique backstory speaks for itself. “i haven’t seen or spoken to my music teacher since i left the states, no,” he admits during an interview after speaking of his teacher’s personal legacy to him, a genuinely sad response ushering in an even sadder smile. he wonders if mr. sanders is in good health, if he’s still teaching music at his high school. the thought of ever having the opportunity to reunite with the man who had kindled his passion to be where he is now, speaking to an interviewer alongside his bandmates and explaining where his roots began, would be nothing short of incredible. 

“u-uhm, mr. sanders, it’s me, kwon junho,” his english is unscripted as the interviewer encourages him to make a short message to his old high school teacher in the possible hopes some american fans watching might try to pass it on — that was the beauty of having such a strong international fanbase, despite the group’s lack of domestic popularity. though despite having only spent a year in nevada, his immersion paid off even to this day with how surprisingly sharp junho had worked to keep up with his english skills. in his own ears, as he always felt with his music and everything else he did in his life, junho was sure his english must have had to deterioate over the years, his pronunciation, his vocabulary, the works — but the fan response he always garnered in the rare moments he used it on camera always told him otherwise. “thank you for your motivation helping me in high school. back then, i was really scared,” he holds the mic up closer to his mouth and pauses, straining to think of what else to say. “you really helped me to... not feel afraid.” he laughs, knowing it sounds cheesy. “if we can meet again, someday in the future, it would make me the happiest.” he nods his head as the rest of the group smiles and pats his back with appraisal upon his english. he smiles sheepishly, passing the mic to the next member as the interviewer moves onto the next member.

he curls his middle and ring fingers to meet his thumb, pointer and pinky sticking out to form devil horns. an ode to a rock legend who never gave up on him. 

rock on, mr. sanders.

[madmarchhare]

Elimination +50exp

Headshot +25exp

Humiliation +10exp

King Slayer +5exp

[manganite]

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[eroticallyyeetingpasta]

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[xkuja]

Zidane screeches! How could a brother be this cruel?? "Ow! You can't just whack me for no reason!" he snaps at the jerk. If his tail wasn't so nice, he'd just let Kuja brush it alone for the rest of his life! "You know what though? You got it!" he hops away, rubbing his butt, looking like he has a million plots running though his head. "Who knows what I'll be up to while you sit there, instead of being in sight brushing your tail???" He sticks his tongue out and bounds away with a sway if his tail.

       +5exp, +0gil      

       Finally able to relax, Kuja commenced the brushing of his own tail.

[my-life-is-a-sidequest]

+5exp

+ cup of coffee that doesn't taste very good

Today is a shoot of fireball in your coffee kind of morning (11am)

[cdramirez]

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[idolizenews]

SCHEDULE 08.04

Each schedule post is just a brief snapshot at a few things going on around the Idolize world that will give you something to think about threading or incorporating. We’ll be posting them semi frequently depending on how the site progresses, and occasionally will use it to tease upcoming events! Schedules can be treated as time sensitive PROMPTS that last until the next schedule is posted. You may earn + 5 exp / + 5 skill (free choice) from those that pertain to your group/company, following the same criteria as the static prompts. Opportunities for each group will vary depending on how many active members we have in each, so that we’re not throwing lots of points into empty air. We’ll try and keep it balanced across the board.

OLYMPUS&FANTASY –The groups will be taking on the modeling for the upcoming FW season of SPAO, a popular basics brand in South Korea known for affordable and fun clothes alongside fun collaborations. The groups will record a song and a few CFs for the brand in one marathon day of shooting. This is a big move upwards for the Fantasy girls.  TITANIUM –  Congratulations boys, it’s debut time! Feel free to add  5sp / 5exp for debuting, separate from what you can earn from this prompt. Detail your muses reactions of your muse to their debut, how they are feeling about their stages and so on. This is a more introspective prompt, but be assured they’ll pick up henceforth! 

IMPERIAL – The boys have been chosen as the campaign ambassadors of Talk Talk Korea 2018, a tourism campaign centered in South Korea (of course). It centers around a competition in various forms, from photography and so on, and encourages youth to become interested in South Korea and to explore that. They will record a video of a brief interview regarding the deal and will feature on the website, etc. 

HEAVEN – As the official, reigning queens of summer (and sex appeal) the girls (women?) of Heaven will be performing at a special benefit concert for army soldiers on a base in the countryside. It’s sure to be one of the most enthusiastic audiences a girl group can imagine! The girls of the subunit will be performing their track as well as all of them showing off their top hits. 

POIZN – With the huge popularity of Love Scenario, 99 Entertainment is hoping to build on that by having a special fan cover song contest. Members will record reaction videos and have a meet and greet with the top 10 voted through the site. They will also be recording the message to post on the fancafe regarding the contest. 

HONEY –  The girls will be heading out onto Idol Room, the new and unofficial spinoff of the still existing Weekly Idol, playing various games and promoting themselves and their sweet new summer song. It’ll be a good chance to show off their charms and their choreography and of course their occasionally viral aegyo! With their bright attitudes and easy appeal they’re sure to do well!  CHERRY BOMB! – The girls are gearing up for a big summer comeback! After the success of last year’s Red Flavor, there’s a lot riding on the release. With Fantasy and labelmates Honey promoting summer songs at the moment, it’s bold of MSG to throw CB! into the fray alongside them, but after Peek-a-boo’s promise, maybe it will pay off? Gear up for the comeback with recordings, rehearsals, styling, and jacket photobook shoots.  Galaxy –  It’s finally happening, you’re landing the first big group commercial deal of your careers, a fun number for the Galaxy A8! Of course it should be clear why you’ve been chosen for the product- who else can match up to the fun song and bright choreography and, frankly, who else has the company power and fitting name. Still, this is definitely a sign of your upward trend!

ATLAS –  The boys have collaborated with Puma as part of their merchandising agreement to create a fun line of hoodies, shirts, and shoes that they will be promoting for a limited run.  The boys will be having a special fansign at the store in Myeongdong in order to promote the product, and will be shooting a special pictorial. 

JAWBREAKER –  With most of the girls off of the Produce Project, the members who are not otherwise engaged in the Pro.J will be sent to guest on Running Man, playing various games and tackling the uncertain angle between charming and trying hard and completely sacrificing their images. For a group historically known for being boring on variety, this is an important chance to reinvent themselves. 

WINK –  The girls are breaking out a new kind of uniforms today to show off their bodies, their skills, and their love for their communities by doing a quick CF jingle for the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department. It is, unfortunately, something of a right of passage for those groups with high fandom numbers - if the girls are feeling grumpy they can be sure to commiserate with Olympus on the topic. 

XLNC – XLNC will be performing at a summer rock music festival down in South Korea’s home of rock music, Busan. There are rumors that their reception here will influence whether or not the company pushes them to make advancements into the Japanese market in the future, given their potential marketability there. 

[askroahmmythril]

I just looked up how the claps and bows work. You're right that it still attacks on the turn you get it right. The thing is, there are times where losing stamina or reason is preferable to the Doom penalty of running away, especially if it's only 1 damage. You also get and extra 5exp (on top of the exp you get for winning the fight) when you pull it off.

So it's worth learning if you get the chance. Of course, the problem is you can't learn it without trial and error during combat, so the rewards are balanced at best and not worthwhile at worst (i.e., you're unlucky).

Yeaaaah, incorporeal enemies are... definitely a thing.

[idjunho]

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[manganite]

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[idryusan]

part 1. drifting.

solo, midas workshop ( schedule prompt, +5exp, +5 skill free-choice )

san really doesn’t understand. genuinely, the concept is lost on him. he’s eight years into debut, and he’s standing shoulder-to-shoulder with fresh-faced girls still trying to prove themselves to the world. trying to claw their way toward infamy. standing next to boys that are the same age and new enough to the scene that they aren’t shackled in place. that they’re still rattling off olympus’ name as an inspiration in the middle of interviews. and yet. they’re all crammed together in the building. sectioned off based on discipline. what they have in common? they’re all signed to midas, and the studio is paying an arm and a leg for this workshop deal.

san wants to drink himself into oblivion, sleep for three days, and pretend the world doesn’t exist. maybe if they need to replace his liver he’ll at least get a week-long break. it’d be a longer break than he’s ever had in the entirety of his career.

the room’s crowded with people hoping to snag their attention, borrow their talent. half of them probably came just to meet their idols with no real interest in their skillsets. they manage to sneak their way in no matter how many qualifications they throw up to gain entry. there will always be someone at this point. san’s only half paying attention to the introduction speech the owner of the studio is giving. he doesn’t really give a fuck. he knows his role. when it’s his turn for a demonstration he’ll drag himself up, loop his way through whatever choreography they ask from olympus’ long, long list. then he’ll have to give a workshop on creating choreography. he doesn’t want to. he’d been informed in the van on the way over, however, that he would. his manager is essentially god at this point, and how pathetic is that? he’s a grown man. 

he feels helpless.

he’s making close to nothing being here. the kids from galaxy are probably making more than him. it does nothing but infuriate him despite the fact that he has racked up an impressive amount in his bank account due to tours. but it’s the principle of it. the fact that they’re so readily screwing him over. the fact that after he’s done coaching people through the steps of a dance he has to be rushed off to film a commercial, and then a performance at a university once dusk hits. he’s going to be exhausted. he’s already exhausted. it’s like a state of being at this point. 

nirvana’s fucked up cousin. 

he grinds his molars together as the little speech winds itself down. it’s not something olympus’ san should be doing. he should be smiling wide by now, readying his hands to clap. an excited hop to his walk. all action, excited to share his supposed skill with everyone around him. but he’s not. he’s just angry. it’s like everyone wants to steal away parts of him. borrow his talent, wear the skills he’s spent years upon years cultivating. until all that’s left is a bare-bones mannequin that will jerkily stumble through doing what it’s told. he’s close to being there.

he remembers to clap when everyone else starts up around him. plasters on a smile that’s one hundred percent fake. if you know him well enough, it’s easy to spot. but hardly anyone does. just waves hello to the portion of people that are clustered around him, trainers from the studio, another member of his own group. lets his body move mechanical when they give a demo of tell me’s dance. it’s like breathing, only even more innate at this point. it’s like he can turn his lungs off to keep himself going if he really needs to. remembers all the steps to living only after he’s a useless pile of limbs and sweat backstage. 

but he’d swallowed down a couple bites of a pre-packaged meal on his ride over in the van, so he should be more than energized. or at least, san’s pretty sure that’s his managers natural state of belief. that san best runs on fumes, caffeine, and ill-suppressed anger. he’s certainly adapted into making it work. he keeps a smile pressed into place, laughs at a joke that winds it’s way from someone's mouth. takes pictures with people over a brief water break. same face, same pose, same small sphere of small talk. everything’s the same. always the same. stuck in place. 

midas wants to make sure he won’t go anywhere. won’t travel his way up and out of their clutches. 

jokes on them, he’s not hopeful enough to believe there will ever be a place for him outside of the company anyway. not anymore. he’ll while his time, he’ll probably stay, try to barter his way into more favorable conditions when it’s time to re-up. call himself pathetic. keep working towards the unattainable. retire unsatisfied. a practical five year plan. his mother wants him to act. he’d wanted to laugh in her face at the proposal. he’d rather re-sign another ten year promise to the devil before he ventured into that.

but who knows, she’s always had a knack for pushing him into things he doesn’t want to do.

teaching choreography takes up more concentration than shifting his way through dances and staring expectantly at the crowd like they should be able to flawlessly mimic every move. san expects too much. maybe because everyone always expects too much from him. he’s forced himself into picking up that repetition. memorizing movements fast, because they only have a week to learn it all along with transitions and lines. a nitpick-y thing, and he has to bite at his tongue when people ask for advice. he’s cruel in the studio, to his own members when they slip up. 

they’re a reflection of each other, and san wants to be perfect. 

he lectures, coaxes bodies into movement. tries to slow himself down, lets his group mate pick up the slack when san gives up on trying to explain a concept. too much effort, too much frustration. and they know what san’s like underneath the facade, enough to know that he’s pissed. a simmering anger that’s rubbing him raw from the inside out. that he’ll be in a foul mood for the rest of the day, the same way he is when they throw olympus into guerrilla concerts along with a handful of newly-debuted groups and nobody else. 

by the time his block is finished, he’s drained. 

his manager shoves a large americano into his hand as soon as they’re out of the building, and san chases it with a couple of caffeine pills he fishes out of his backpack. there’s no time to stop for a meal. he swallows down a protein bar and jerks an elbow into the side of one of his members when they accidentally shift too close into his personal space, a snarl of anger before his manager catches his eye and san mutes himself. turns himself off, lets his head thump against the window, rattles a headache into place for their next schedule.

he’s living the dream.

who wouldn’t be jealous?

+05 exp / +05 skill ( +03 dance, +02 vocal )

[idmiji-blog]

NEW RELEASE: PEEKABOO 

-- +5EXP, +5SK, SCHEDULE PROMPT

promotions are relentless, and so is the preparation for them. new tracks to record, a new bottle of hair dye to fit the next step of a transformation. pictures taken for teaser, and mv’s filmed on crowded sets. or else, you’re flown on to locations and work for longer than you should. miji keeps herself awake sipping free americano’s they stack on set tables, picking at snacks. the fruit’s okay, the sandwiches are for the crew. it’s an unspoken rule. sometime’s you can cheat if everyone’s busy enough, but it hardly feels worth it anymore. miji still has backlogs of comments on articles describing her as thick, big-legged, and it apparently hadn’t helped that her and jowi had always been glued at the hip. apparently she looked like a giant in comparison.

so miji had lost weigh, and then a little more. now it’s in a weird flux of why’d she do that, doesn’t she still want her male fans to like her? and funny, she lost all that weight, but next to aj, she still...hmm, maybe it’s her build. you can’t win, there’s all these rules, but even if you follow them to a t, you can’t win in the end. it seems like a rule all of it’s own.

they’d dyed her hair this time around, again. they like to toy with her style. to fit the concept. that’s what they always cluck out when they drag along those moodboards with pictures pasted haphazard around the blocky cardboard. they’d had to cram her into some sort of style for electric shock, a wary set to the stylist’s jaw as they pulled her hair this way, and then that. pigtails, maybe? no. braids, then? no. what to do? asked in exasperation like it’s the end of the world.

it’s been easing up with every step in their newfound direction. by dracula, they’d let hair shift back to black. natural past the eclectic red-shimmer makeup they swept across her face. this time, it’s creeping closer in that direction. you know, you really fit this concept. with this hair? perfect. and miji has to wonder if it’s a good thing or not. you didn’t fit all the others, but now you’re fitting in. you really look like you might go out and murder a deliver boy. she’s not sure whether or not she should take it as a compliment. she decides to anyway. decides to ignore the fact that they tell her she matches well with all the concepts the public seems to dislike. go back, go back to electric shock. go back to red flavor. go back to when management keeps telling you to try harder, act more quirky, more bubbly. change, change, change.

and she has, hasn’t she? it feels like she has, changed. though not in ways she can pinpoint. 

she at least changes into ella onstage. shrugs on a micro-dress and lets them curl at the ends of her hair. layers of makeup and a smile paired with a smolder for stage. who cares if she woke up at five in the morning to get to the showtime recording? ella isn’t supposed to. she’s a pretty face, meant to smile and dance and pose in ways that will bait a journalist into taking photographs, posting articles that praise her body line. who cares if jowi looks like she wants the world to swallow her whole (because aj is supposed to be proud, happy, having the time of her life). who cares if what constitutes miji as miji feels wrong, at this point? unnecessary? unwanted?

when they all step in front of the fans it’s ella that smiles. ella that waves. ella that’s happy, a bundle of confidence and fan-service to spare. sometime’s miji wonders if they’d like the real her. but when it comes down to the wire, she’s too scared to ever really ask that question of them. she’s had enough rejection, has had enough prodding and poking, has had enough of given in to demands of that change. 

at least it’s hard to think when you’re this busy.