#Masaaki nakayama

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Seeds of Anxiety* (不安の種*) // Masaaki Nakayama

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Seeds of Anxiety | Fuan no Tane by Masaaki Nakayama - Volume 2: Those Who Call Out ⊚ ♭7 Hide and Seek

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Fuan no tune pics that are kinda interesting (Thread):

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PTSD Radio

by Masaaki Nakayama

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Masaaki Nakayama: PTSD Radio

2010-2018

10/ definitely one of the coolest horror mangas I'll ever read I think. It's a very visceral experience, and I recommend reading all of it in one sitting if you want an even more intense read. Masaaki Nakayama if a master of horror, and knows where to touch the mind with his stories to invoke dread and lingering fear. Much like Junji Ito's Uzumaki, Kōishō Radio is a series of stories that tap into the lives of various characters tormented by phenomena which all have something in common, thus mapping out the mythology of the story, telling a tale of something ancient and eternal. The artwork is beautifully executed of course, it's skillful, creative, shocking and repulsive in a way that pulls you in at the same time. Each chapter has a line of poetry on the last black page, and I got very excited and started writing them down and reading it together we get an eerie poem, six verses for six volumes. In the process of noting these lines I've got to the point in the story where Nakayama shares the strange occurrences in his life which started appearing while he wrote the story. He wasn't the only one impacted, falling ill or having grave misfortune: his assistants, and anyone he told, or was about to tell about the occurrences seemed to have been affected. He doesn't reveal everything, due to fear of consequences. I first thought this was a fun way to deepen our connection to the story, but as it appears this stuff truly did happen to him and the people around him. So I got rid of the unfinished poem and decided not to draw anything from this manga just to be sure. I'll place the poem in this post, sealing it under the cut because it's still a great poem and if you're interested you can read it anyway, I just didn't want it in my possession. Overall fantastic work of art, and a real gem for people who like the unrivaled excellence of japanese urban horror.

colors: black hair, bloody teeth, grey dirt, the sound of wind and sighs

In the darkness of night, who's that behind you? A faraway neighbor. With 10 arms and 2 fingers, it rises from the depths and melts like ice. Falling in line, a lone procession marches through a closed gate. For the elder born last night, nine and forty mornings, and five and hundred nights remain. Sealed in jars and left in the cupboard, questions and answers are preserved for decades. Only reason rots on the floor. Beneath the leaves, the insects laugh with a sob and weep with a titter. In the midst of a cloudless thunderstorm led by the bittersweet smell of unripe, hanging fruit, the lone god swarms and absently turns the worn-out seasons.

The radiant darkness is enveloped by jet-black light. While pure-white shadows follow behind, closed eyes stare into one another. The ever-shimmering clouds swallow up the charcoal stars and exhale white-hot ice. The life bestowed upon the eternally single couple becomes a wanderer destined to live underground forever. Grandfather to son, father to grandson. Should your position be questioned, do not look into the asker's eyes.

Gazing at the low-towering spire with wide-open arms crossed tight, a scene swims through the clear cloudy heavens. Beyond the solid lead window, like haze climbing downward, ever downward the mountain shallows are drawn in and rebuffed, the reflected doll shattered and reformed. A coldly steaming kettle of water warms tiptoes until burned black. Light trickles down from high above, a shimmer, so nearly far away washing out the distance just ahead. Moonlight that exposes and conceals. Weary now of waxing and waning. Will no one stop it...WILL NO ONE STOP IT?! To take shelter in the sky, one cannot hide.

With the night-dark crow to guide them, waking heel-first, heel-first. On an unblemished battlefield, vying for seven kingdoms o'er a single grain of rice go the thieves propounding the will of God and the relentless, reeking river of their saints. The infant curses the place as tainted but lives there still. Helpings offered endlessly, received without gratitude, consumed without comment. The only feast, the joy of sullying stores of grain. Laughing with rage for glare. Filthy teeth thus bared, putrid breath spits forth false justice, never to weary of the delusion of selling others' houses.

From a straight-stretching corkscrew A fat cur plummets, skin and bones. From closed lips comes a song The girl sings as she plucks up a brute. Climb to the valley and burst into tears, Swear on a yesterday that's gone. Faces as folk tread each other's shadows, tongues lolling to heels, they point, snick and snack goes the gossip. A desiccated frog swims In a frozen melted icicle.

Last night a girl laid an egg this morning. The old man who emerged spread his wings buried In the blinding pitch darkness L...king up...bott...m of the cliff ......ing...moon......hold... ......red......ri...ce...coll...cted ............ric............ ............the............bbt.. bppt........................zRk...... ............dzzt.........dzzt... ........................ ........................creak... .................................... .................................... .................................... ...ing......hee...and I...f... ...'s eyes...ot show...all... Far away is drawn close...ggh...

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“Tch. What, are you spooked?”

PTSD Radio | 18.41 NHz | 後遺症ラジオ (2010—Hiatus) ☆

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happy halloween, everyone! the spooky season special video is now live, discussing the real story of the mangaka allegedly cursed by his own art!

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Seeds of Anxiety* (不安の種*) // Masaaki Nakayama

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Is "One Order" PTSD Radio?? Are we getting a Masaaki Nakayama ability in Bungou Stray Dogs?? This might actually reignite my interest in the series after the Hunting Dogs.

It is specifically mentioned that "One Order" its appearance is a radio device and that it has given soldiers PTSD.

PTSD Radio has recently been in the news following the mangaka, Masaaki Nakayama, having odd experiences that hit a little too close for comfort after writing events for the story, causing him to put the series on permanent hiatus. The volumes have since become readily available in America as a direct result of the popularity thereof.

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Seeds of Anxiety | Fuan no Tane by Masaaki Nakayama - Volume 3: Grotesque ⊚ Ω 8 My Strength 

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Another good PTSD Radio entry is this one about restaurant bathrooms, you know we've all been there

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People love to say that Junji Ito is the best horror manga writer, when in reality he's got nothing on Masaaki Nakayama, an artist who literally quit the horror manga industry because the things that were happening in his manga actually started happening to him in real life

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