#ok ignore how trash the writing and pacing is LOL

[feng-shui71]

Rekindled

[marklikely]

a while ago you said you hated the movie the eternals so I was wondering what you didn’t like about it? just bc I’m vindictive about marvel lol

god they just literally didnt do even a single thing right.

the acting was really bad from just about everyone (except maybe kumail nanjiani who was the only person who decided he would try to play an actual character), like everyone was just phoning it in. im going to chalk it up to bad directing because people also seemed like they had no idea what they were supposed to be doing on set, plus some of these people are decorated actors that have proven they were good at their job in other movies.

it could also be because the writing was just a mess on every level. like, how good could the acting be when no characters were given any solid motivations or personality traits (any motivations or traits that they DID bother to put in the movie were either told with 0 evidence, or just changed whenever it suited a plot twist to try and create some tepid and meaningless conflict within the team). the lore was tedious and nonsensical, there were no stakes because absolutely nothing felt earned or consequential at all, the overall goal of the plot changed like 8 different times as well as constantly being interrupted by flashbacks with no rhyme or reason as to when we would see a flashback or what we would flash back to, which led to a pacing nightmare.

and the tone was too dour and serious to be able to ignore any of this for the camp or fun either!! because there was absolutely no fun!!!!! it's like they wanted to make a Prestige Drama out of a movie that's 75% exposition dumps and half-assed sci fi lore and 0% actual character moments that make dramas work.

ok im typing too much so let's just rapid fire the rest: the color pallet was atrocious, just concrete and mud. the costumes looked like absolute garbage, cheaply made and extremely bland even just on a design level (i'm talking specifically about the hero uniforms here. the civilian clothes for every character were also boring and pointless, though). the effects were literally laughably bad, the object designs (like for the spaceship and other alien stuff, i'm not sure what to call this category) were ridiculous and never fully came together into something interesting or otherworldly. the score was trash and the needledrops were distracting. the diversity was shallow and insulting, you can't just constantly brag about diversity when you couldn't be bothered write those diverse characters to be actual, yknow, characters.

anyway if you want a well-made superhero movie about ancient heroes who have a deep love for humanity, that has diverse characters who are actually fleshed out and treated like characters instead of an Inclusivity Checklist, that has serious moments with emotional impact but is also capable of being fun, that has clear intra-team conflicts and morally grey characters that you can actually understand, that doesn't look like total garbage, then literally just watch The Old Guard. just watch The Old Guard im literally begging you. if you liked eternals just watch The Old Guard and see what it looks like when a movie actually does what eternals pretends it's doing.

[cham-chammity]

BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;

AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~

Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him

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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.

Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~

Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)

Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.

"Striker, I'm home!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.

Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.

"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"

Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.

"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.

"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"

"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."

"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."

Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.

"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."

Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.

"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.

Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.

"You ok?"

After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.

"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.

Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."

The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.

"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.

"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."

Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.

"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."

"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.

Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.

"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"

"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.

"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"

"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"

Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.

"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"

Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.

"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.

The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.

Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.

"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"

Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.

"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"

Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.

"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"

"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"

Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.

Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.

"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.

Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.

"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."

Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"

Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.

"No more week long jobs. It's too long."

"Agreed."

With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.

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This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf

[human-nonsense]

Chapter 1 of my WIP

Hey looking I'm being a writeblr lol. So I've posted parts of this chapter before but this will be the full chapter. its definitely not perfect (its like a slightly edited first draft lol) but I tried lol. I appreciate anyone who reads this! Hope you enjoy <3 <3 <3 

Tagging @marvel-and-writing @northofnowhere4 @kaz3313 @cassandra-yannu-writes and I’ll tag you @kiki-thelocal-farmhoe even though you read it already ajkdjjfhakjhf 

Paige had asked me not to follow him that morning. I lasted not even five minutes before I grabbed my cloak, projected out of our realm, and make my way toward the Earth against his wishes. He honestly should have known better than to ask such a thing of me, especially today, but I think he was so much of a nervous wreck when he left that my role in all of this must have slipped his mind. Probably.  

As I traveled through the space between Earth and my home, a small ring of blue appeared in front of me. Without hesitation I reached out and pulled the sides until it grew big enough for me to step through it. With my feet hitting the soft ground the smell of grass filled my nose and I smiled. It’s been a while, I’ve missed you.

Then the smell of cattle and shit reached me, and my face cringed a bit. I blinked a few times as the portal disappeared behind me and the sunlight blinded my eyes. The shapes around me cleared and I found myself standing in a field among 20 to 30 black and brown cows. Their brown eyes were all on me, and I raised my hands in surrender.

“Hello darlings, it seems I’m in the wrong place. Any of you know where Mistwood is?” One particular cow made a muffled mooing sound before completely turning her backside toward me.  Ignoring my question, she ripped at the grass below her.

“Ok sorry for asking.” I muttered a few curses along with “Rude cow,” as I put my hands down. Treading carefully as I avoided cow waste, I tried my best to look past the cows and off into the horizon in hope of seeing buildings. I can’t be THAT far off...but then again, the Earth is pretty large. I frowned.

 “AYE! Get away from my cows!” I turned around and found an older man shaking a shovel in the air. He was steaming as he paced quickly toward me.

“Who are ya, huh? You trying to steal me cows? Speak thief! I won’t continue to be taken advantage of just cuz you people thing I’m old! You hear me!” I side eye the cow that had ignored me earlier as I muttered, “As if I’d want your cows.” “What you say!”

“I said I’m lost. Can you help me? I’m trying to get to Mistwood.” By this time, he was now a few feet in front of me. He was shorter than me with a ragged white beard and a small hunch in his back. He dug his shovel a bit into the ground and leaned on it as he studied my face with narrow beady eyes.

“So... you’re not trying to steal me cows? How do I know you’re telling truth huh? I’ve been robbed before, how do I know it wasn’t you who robbed me last time! I’m not dumb! I’m-”

I placed a hand on his shoulder and felt a coolness grow on my palm. My eyes caught contact with his and I smiled. I could feel as the old man’s tense shoulder relaxed in my grip. The shovel slipped from his grasp and landed with a thud on the ground. His eyes gleamed bright for a second before dimming down to their natural brown. I smiled again.

“I promise I have no desire so steal from you. Now can you tell me where Mistwood is?” The old man’s fists clenched and relaxed at his sides. He took a deep breath before he gurgled the back of his throat and spat to the side. I had to hold myself from twisting my face.

His eyes gleamed again as he said, “It’s roughly 200 miles East from here.” I glanced in the direction he was pointing and let go of the old man. East? Oh that’s right, I forgot that’s the new north. Who was the dumbass who switched those around? It wasn’t me was it?

The old man shook his head a bit. He probably felt the usual groggy and confused, but I didn’t have the time to explain to him what I did or say that I was sorry. I could always come back and do that. I could even give him a cow or something. Better yet I could deal with the people stealing from him, but for now I had to find Paige. I hope I find him before he finds her.

I was already making my way through the cows, my eyes peeled for their crap, by the time I heard his voice again. “Aye, wait! Wait one second young lady, what was... I feel... WAIT!” Now outside of the herd, I turned to face him as I continued to walk steadily backwards. “Yes?” Struggling to keep up he asked, “You’re not gonna walk all the way there are you? It will take days and you got nothing with you. What kind of traveler travels without supplies huh? Are you sure you’re not up to something bad like stealing-”

A large blue ring of energy burst open behind me stopping him in his tracks. “Of course not, thank you for your time Jaymes. May our paths cross again another day...or something.”  I stepped back into the portal and I watched as his eyes grew wide. His mouth hung open as the ring closed around me. Before the portal completely closed, I popped my head out and quickly told him, “And good luck with the cows and the harvest. Remember not to drown your plants that what got you in trouble last year, ok bye”

I vanished with a pop. The words “how did you...” echoed in the distance as I made my way toward Mistwood.  I was careful not to arrive anywhere crowded, I did not need to freak out a crowd and create a whole mob today. Some Earth Humans may know about magic but not all of them. And as for the few who practice it, their abilities could never compare to what Paige and I could do.

I peeked through the small ring to check if the area was clear before stepping into an empty alley. I took a moment to rest against the brick wall that ran down most of one side. Those portals really do a number on me, especially when I miss. With my eyes closed and my back against the wall, I blindly padded down the various pockets hidden within my black button-down vest. It took me a second but I final took out a light blue cloth out of a pocket of my navy-blue britches. The cloth was long enough to tie around my face up to my nose, which I did.  I waved my hand slowly across my face and the cloth glimmered as it changed into a dark mask.

The mask waved and shimmered giving it the illusion that it was made from fluid water like shadows. I use this technique usually to make sure my face will be covered no matter what lighting I may walk through, but also, well, because I thought it was cool. It covered everything except my eyes. Finally, I got off the wall and put the hood of my cloak up to hide the rest of my head from sight. Not wasting anymore time I paced out of the alley and on to the semi crowded sidewalk.

I think I blended in with crowd well enough? My clothes were definitely not as flashy or bright as they could be, but they were nice.  I got a few glances no doubt due to the speed I was walking and the fact I was just slightly pushing past some of them. Not too hard of course, I don’t need to accidently break one of them or something. Oh that would be the last thing I need today, another headache to explain to Paige.  

“Hey what’s the rush huh!” I briefly turned back to give the slow man I had bumped past a look. He spilled a bit of the drink gripped in his hand as he jumped back, practically out of his skin.

“Ahh sor- sorry.” He stuttered before I turned back and kept walking. I’m going to take it that my eyes are really red right now if I freaked him out that badly. On a less stressful occasion I probably would have enjoyed messing with an Earth human, just a tiny bit, but my thoughts of Paige pushed any thought of fun out of my mind.

There was no telling where he could be, the city of Miswood was a very large, busy, and modernized city that he could literally be three steps behind me, and I’d probably never know. So instead of search for Paige I decide to head straight for the hospital I knew would be his end destination.

The place, unfortunately, was a building he has visited many times before, but today would be a different kind of visit if everything went according to plan. I have been to Mistwood’s Hospital of the Sun many times too for various reasons, so I knew my way well. It seems that Paige and I are often...needed in those sorts of places.

After a block I decided to just run for it. With every step I was cursing out my portals. A few lifetimes of practicing and I still can’t do the stupid things right 100% of the time. They’re just weird to me and so hard to navigate in that you basically have to guess when to step out unless you’re constantly peak out all the time. I am not afraid to admit I get lost...a lot, and that’s why I’m running because I don’t want to try again and accidently end up in another city like an idiot.

Maybe my frustration blinded me or I was too busy keeping myself from wheezing too loudly, but I completely ran past him before I registered his existence in the corner of my eye. Skidding to a stop, I took a few steps back and saw a pacing Paige mumbling loudly to himself back and forth farther into the alleyway next to me. His hands covered his masked shaking face as he said to himself, “I can’t do this, I just can’t! It will be one big mess!”

My attention being solely on him I gloriously rammed the side of my hip and leg into a metal trash bin on my right while I was making my way toward him. I grunted and cursed, grabbing at my side as the metal bin crashed with a loud CLUNK on the floor before spilling most of its contents between the two of us. Paige’s head snapped my direction. The air around us picked up and cooled to the point we could faintly see each other’s breathes. In seconds it warmed as the air calmed the moment he recognized me.      

“Greenwood?” He whispered. His hands were slightly shaking and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. Rubbing my side and giving a frustrated kick at the bin below, I made my way closer to him. “Paige, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be­-”

“I know!” he interrupted loudly before quickly covering the part of his mask where his mouth would have been.  He waved the same shaking hand over his face and his dark shadowy mask similar to mine vanished into a small white cloth. Still not meeting my gaze he pulled the cloth down to his neck before running the same hand through his brown hair.  

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have...I shouldn’t of... I’m just...” sighing he started again. “I’m scared. Of what she will think of me. I don’t know how much she might remember and... it’s hard. So I panicked half way and I just...” he gestured the alley around him. I waved my mask off and pulled the cloth down. I was close enough now that I could reach out and touch him so I placed a hand on his shoulder. He kept his head down so I cocked my head to the side to try and met his gaze.

“Hey, I know what you mean. The closer I get to her... the more terrified I feel.” His eyes finally glanced up to me. “You have no reason to be afraid. She’ll love you if we can do this right but me...” I placed my other hand on his other shoulder as I smiled at him. “Exactly Paige! If we do this right she will... we will have another chance to make things right. To make it up to her.”

Paige was quiet as his icy eyes searched my now blues ones, considering the conversation. A small grin made his way across his face.

“You’re not trying to use some magic shit on me now are you?” I laughed before letting him go. “Me? Of course not, though I did have to do some to get here.” “You didn’t use the trees?” “I...didn’t think about it to be honest. I wasn’t thinking straight and I got just a bit lost, but I’m here so what does it matter, right?” He shook his head, his grin not leaving him.

“I thought I asked you to stay put?” “Can you really blame me! I mean what would you have done if our roles were reversed, huh?” “Not far from the same thing.” His grin fades as the daunting weight of his task fell on his shoulders once more.

Twisting one of my fingers in front of me, I continued. “And now that I’m here, I can help.” He looked down, his eyes glancing at his sword. “It’s still mostly up to me though.” “That’s true. I can’t do this for you, I know that, but I can walk with you, yeah? And when we’re there, I promise I won’t be far.”

I gave him my best smile and he gave a short laugh. Nodding he answered quietly, “You never are.”

He looked off to the side in a daze. His hands were shaking a bit less now, however one of them was grasping the shiny silver sword at his hip tightly. Blinking out of his daze he looked at his sword again and slowly nodded his head. I watched him intently, as old memories resurfaced no doubt in both of our minds.

At last he said, “I made a promise to try didn’t I. So try I will. For her.” He looked my way and I gave him a nod. “For her.”

Paige took a deep breath before placing his palm on his chest. “What color should we be then?” I thought about it for second before answering, “I don’t think there’s many Ohpan humans this down south so... Ralodan?” He nodded his agreement and I put my own hand on my chest. Together we said,

The true form of the universe is unknown

It is hidden within a color we can not see  

Just like I wish to be

Make me Ralodan

           As our final words left our lips, a white light extended from our hand. The light beamed bright as it expanded from our chests causing the parts of us the light touched to disappear. In a matter of seconds, we were completely gone, or at least we would appear to be among the Earth Humans. They wouldn’t be able to see or hear our footsteps. As long as we kept our mouths shut and hands to ourselves it will seem like we don’t exist at all. We gave each other a once over to make sure we were completely covered before I lead us out of the alley way.

Neither of us walked with much of a hurry. I could only guess Paige was trying to stall as much as I was. Though my face felt emotionless my hands could not stop twisting in front of me. Just thinking about where we were heading made my stomach drop and my heart beat a bit faster. Paige though calmer, was still gripping his sword tightly and his shoulders were tense with stress. I looked away from him and smiled to myself. I guess we’re still just as human as anyone else huh...

I crashed into Paige’s backside, my distracted mind not realizing he had stopped. I whispered my apologies, but he didn’t pay me any mind. His eyes instead were glued on the towering hospital a block in front of us.

For a second I thought he might run away. He was paler than before and wouldn’t look away from building and I was prepared to catch him if he did decide to flee. However, he only put his hands in the pockets of his old black leather jacket before walking ahead of me. I took a moment to watch him and look up at the rows of windows higher above. I wonder which one’s hers...I thought, instantly making my stomach drop again. With a hand pressed to my gut I followed behind him.

No one paid us any mind as we entered the hospital. The waiting area was full of buzzing people rushing here and there. Some of them I recognized as doctors and alchemists due to their orange, red robes that had a large symbol of the sun on their backs. Paige and I had to be patient and observant enough to stay out of people’s ways. This made catching up to Paige to be a bit of a struggle but hey like I promised him, I wasn’t far off.  

In the middle of the hospital stood four large blocks of wooded lifts that were each separated by maybe a couple feet of marble flooring. Each lift had four poles to hold up a thin roof that was decorated with silver sun symbols on the top. Large silver chains were attached to each corner of each lift. With my eyes I followed the chains up the seven levels of the hospital all the way to the clear glass roof that allowed the sun to beam directly on the lifts and then some.

I watched with a proud smile as the symbols of one of the full lifts glowed red and the chains began to rattle. Up it went, faster than one would expect just looking at the weight it carried, but the power of the sun is a strong force. A joy filled me. Using the power of the sun took the humans millions of years to figure out and only a few thousands to relearn it, I was proud of them.

As Paige and I carefully dodged and maneuvered through the people we soon were able to reach the lifts. Paige managed to get on one with ease while I had to jump desperately reaching out for one of the poles as the lift left the ground. With the machines speed I only managed to grab the bottom of the pole. I felt my legs dangle down below and I willed myself not to look down. Silent as I could be, I pulled myself up and looked at Paige. I narrowed my eyes at the grinning face he did not try to hide. I gave him a very colorful gesture before gripping the pole tightly as the lift buckled to a stop.

There were three people being carried on a cot on the lift, two stronger looking individuals were at both ends of each one trying to keep the cot steady. These cots took up most of the space. A few clusters of families stood here and there with doctors in between them attending to the patents. As a cot and company made their way off the lift, a larger crowd of people took their places. The new flow of people pushed Paige and I tightly to the corners of the lift to the point we were both standing on the outside of the poles. The tips my feet barely stood on each side of the pole with the back of my feet touched nothing but air as a small family inched its way closer to me.

My stomach swirled as the lift buckled to life and I felt the absence of floor below me. Against my better judgement I glanced down just as the lift zipped upward. A sharp curse left my lips as my stomach dropped at the sight of the long-tilted drop below me. I closed my eyes and pressed my head on the pole as I tried to forget the image. It filled me with only a little bit of peace to know the marble floor did have an enchantment placed on it to make sure no one could fall to their deaths. Don’t ask how I know that.

I open my eyes briefly and a small child that belonged to the family in front of me was scanning his eyes my direction.

Well shit. Paige was watching quietly to my left. He had more room than I did with both feet standing firmly on the floor. I didn’t know what much he could do if anything.

Just looking at him all I could tell the child was eight and named Kelith. While glancing around for my voice, his curious eyes lingered on my face for a few seconds. I held my breath. His gazed moved on yet a frozen state took me as he reached out toward me with his small hand. I sucked my stomach in the closer he got. My heart thundered in my chests as thoughts reminded me of the open air behind my back. Shoo! Shoo! Please don’t make me have to drop and get another lift! Please Kelith! Mind your business!    

His small hand touched the pole a few inches below my hands as the lift came to another stop. His family, who were more concerned with their fallen family member then any sound I made, trailed a few doctors and a cot off the lift and onto the fifth level of the hospital. The child not wanting to be left behind followed quickly behind them giving me the opportunity to breath.  

Seconds after making are way up again I hear the taunting voice of Paige say, “That could’ve gone worse. I do wonder what you would’ve done if he had found you out.”  Glancing around the lift I found the lift to be a lot emptier than it had started out with. “I wasn’t about to fight an eight-year-old if that helps. Even if it was tempting.” He smiled and opened his mouth to answer only to close it into a thin line when the lift stopped for the final time.

A hand brushed over Paige’s paling face and through his hair.  “This is her floor isn’t?” I heard no answer. Light blue eyes were hazed in thought as they stared down the hallway before us. I glanced past him and watched the last cot getting situated to step off before looking back at Paige. Placing my hand on his shoulder I found tension there. Faint droplets of sweat adorned his forehead. The cot was halfway off the lift by now.

“Come on Paige.” There was pause of continuing silence. Before I could consider trying to drag him off, he nodded and walked forward. I followed behind and heard the rattling sound of the chain coming to life as my feet meet marble.

My eyes never left him as we continued through the hallway. Watching his stiff and uncomfortable presences made my mind fill with its own fair share of nervousness. Each quiet step we took, each stressed doctor holding files of paper rushing to some unknown room, each pained patient I caught glances of through windows and doorways... I wanted to bolt back home. I wasn’t ready to face her. I was a brave coward, I guess we both were. Brave enough to keep going but so much of a coward that I regret how far we’ve come. Then we turned a corner, Paige slowly stopped and that’s when I could hear a heart beating. I couldn’t tell if it was mine, but it echoed distantly as Paige turned back to finally look at me.

He leaned in closer as he whispered, “We’re a bit early, the morning nurse is still with her.” My eyes glanced against my will to the small window of the room to my right. That heartbeat returned stronger than before to only quieting down as only the light orange robes of the nurse filled my view.

I looked back at Paige just as he was recreating his mask. Instead of the shadowy void that we had worn before was now a simple polished blue porcelain half mask. The door clicked open and out stepped the nurse between us oblivious to our presences. I gently caught the door inches before it clicked shut. Paige made sure the nurse had made it down the hall before speaking again. The white of the walls, the emptiness of it all made it feel like nothing else existed, only this hallway, this room, me, Paige, and…

A weight filled my chest. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to walk through this door and face her if the thought of her alone made me anxious.

“Will you come in with me?” whispered Paige, his eyes practically begging me to say yes. I nodded. He relaxed just a bit.

“But I’ll stay like this, I don’t want to be seen just in case she remembers me.” “You know there’s only a small chance of that.” “But if she sees us both it will increase the chances. I don’t want to risk it. It will be too much for her if she remembers us both.”

Paige fiddled with the zipper on his jacket. “You’re right… I just think she would prefer to see your face over mine.” He places his hand on his chest and softly chanting,

I am of the Earth and the Sea

And of the space between all things

Let me be seen

Like before a white light beamed from his hand and traveled the extent of his body as it dispelled the color Ralodan that had covered his former self.  

He took a deep breath before facing me. “Where do you think I should start?” That question had a million answers. Over the last couple of centuries, it has haunted every quiet moment I’ve ever had, yet I still had no for sure answer even now that the question mattered.

“I…I can’t tell you that, but I do know not to start at the beginning. Maybe instead start with the chapter before that.” Paige nodded. He managed to take a step towards the door before I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.

“Hey everything will work out, yeah? I know you can do this Paige.” His tensed shoulders relaxed only slightly. “I don’t think you have enough energy to magic my stress a way Greenwood.” “It was worth a try.” He patted the top of my head before pushing the door open and making his way into the room. I shook the nervousness out of my hands quickly before following right behind him.

I could not help by smile the second I saw her. There she was, after so long, she was now only a couple feet in front of me, of us. She was young, only 21 years old. Her dark blue eyes were a bright contrast against her light skin and the dark bags that laid beneath them. Her dark hair was a mess that came to her shoulders. The girl was pale and sweaty. She coughed and closed her eyes as she rubbed her chest. I thought she would pass out, but her droopy eyes reluctantly opened again. Almost like coughing drained her of all her energy. Like she was wasting away like an old woman laying in her death bed. My heart ached just looking at her.

Spread out on her bed were varies pieces of paper, pencils and pens. A pair of scissors was lazily grasped in her hands. She must have been doing some sort of crafts, as best as I could tell. At first, she didn’t notice us when we walked in. Her focused gaze was toward the large window to her left. I managed to catch a glance of the small birds that were chirping and dancing right outside the glass before the door closed with a click behind me. Hearing the door, she blinked out of her thoughts and turned our way.

A small sharp gasped escaped her, stopping Paige in his tracks. She turned her head in confusion as she studied him. Paige took another step and the girl moved back in her bed away from him.  

“You…who are you?” she managed to whisper.  A tense Paige took another small step towards her. The girl gripped her scissors a bit tighter in her gasps. I put an arm out in front of Paige to stop him from getting any closer. He didn’t look at me but as I quietly made my way away from him, he didn’t move a muscle.  

 “Hannah, I’m not here to hurt you. I-” “You know my name?”

Do you ever have that moment when look at someone and their face and very existence makes you so angry you could just punch them in the face then and there? Do you know that feeling? Well, I watched as the slightly fearful, yet curious look on Hannah’s face twisted to burning rage seconds after hearing Paige’s voice and I knew that moment was happening now. Her blue eyes burned dark. Her whole body started shaking, I thought she was going to explode. She had changed so much from the sick weak girl she had seemed that I took a few cautious steps away from the two of them and toward the window.

“That voice... where do I know that voice.” She said through strained teeth. My eyes grew wide. I looked at Paige and he was already looking at me. I could tell the same thought was running through our minds. She remembers.

“Why do I know your name! Tell me who you are! Or get out!” Goosebumps appeared on my arms as a dark and heavy energy creeped its way through the room. It felt warm. I could see it seeping out of Hannah as her anger grew. I looked at Paige and he was pale and sweating.

Desperately he pleaded, “Wait! Please hear me out. I’m here for you. I’m here to-” “Here to kill me.” Her voice was dead cold. I was worried now. I needed to do something but what could I do? If I reveal myself and she recognized me there was no telling if that would make things better or worse.

“What? No! I just-” Hannah threw a pillow and Paige took it right in the face. “Get out! NOW!” Paige gave me a pleading looking as he clutched the pillow like a shield between him and Hannah. I gestured with my hands something that said “What do want me to do? I’m trying to not be known!”

 Trying again Paige pleaded, “Look, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you-” Hannah wasn’t listening though. She instead was seconds away from pressing the emergency button on the side of her bed. Paige noticed and clicked his fingers. A blast of air covered the room just as her hand slammed on the frozen button. A shiver went down my spine. The air was noticeable cooler than it had been a moment before. It did not mix well with the heavy heat of Hannah’s rage creating an almost humid feeling to the room.

Hannah hit the button several times, but it wouldn’t move. Grunting in frustration, her eyes zoomed around the room and stopped as they met the window. The birds were there only they were still, frozen in flight. She snapped her head to Paige making him raise his hands in surrender.  

“What did you do!” she yelled. Paige was backing away now, the energy was crawling toward Paige and I had no idea what to do. “You were going to call for help and I panicked, I’m sorry! I here to-”

The dark energy blasted in all directions in the room. I raised my hand to block the blast. BOOM. I felt small thuds hit my back as the window behind me exploded. Hannah screamed in surprised. I held in a curse as I looked back and saw half the window now across the floor as glittery shards. Looking back at Hannah her eyes were wide and scared. She can still do magic? Oh fuck.

“Hannah…” The girl snapped her head at Paige. She was still shaking but now more out of fear and bewilderment than anger.

“You did that.” “No-” “Yes you did! You are here to kill me. I can feel it in here.” She pointed to her chest. “It’s my time, right? That’s why you’re here right! I can feel it. Every day I’m worse and no one knows how to make me better!” Tears were glittering her cheeks. Her fists were shaking, and her jaws was strained.  

“But I won’t just die without a fight.”  Gripping her scissors, in a flash she threw the blanket off her, stormed off the bed and headed straight for Paige. Reacting on instinct I grabbed the girl around her waist, stopping her in her tracks. Let’s be honest here, I doubt she could do much to hurt Paige, but she was angry, confused, armed, and just exploded a window so I was not underestimating her right now. 

“Stop it!” She yelled at Paige, unaware that holding her back was not his doing but mine.

I gave Paige a look that’s said, “Do something!” as she fought against my grip. I was carful not to breath on her but considering her mind set she didn’t noticed it was a person holding her back and not magic.

She was wild. I ducked just in time to avoid an elbow to the face.  I couldn’t even calmer down if I tried. I needed to look in her eyes for that. But she was still sick so deeper breathes were soon following her fighting.  Paige was clutching his sword as he looked at me with wide eyes. The heavy energy of the room was trying desperately to reach him, but he forced it awake with a flick of his hand. I could physically see the clockwork crank in his mind. He ran his hand through his hair quickly before unsheathed his sword, raised it above his head and slowly got down to one knee before Hannah.

I almost gasped but held it back. There were only a few beings in this world Paige kneeled too, one of them was me, and the others were being greater than the both of us combined. He really is serious about making amends…

Keeping his head down he pleaded, “Hannah, I promise you I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help.”

“Help! Help me how? By ending me!” Still fighting to get free she laughed at the idea. “I know what’s wrong with you! Why you’re sick all!” Hannah stilled in my arms. I could feel her anger cool just the slightest. She stared at him for a long time before she finally asked, “You do?” Paige slowly nodded. “You’re lying! No doctor can figure it out, so how is it you know what’s wrong with me?”

“Because I know more than any doctor will ever know. I know every illness, every poison on this planet and the next. That’s why I’m here, I…” He looked up at Hannah. “I know how to heal you.”

Hannah was still shaking but was leaning more against me now. The longer she stood in my arms the more she seemed to rely on me to stand. The warm heavy energy recoiled toward her as it died down. She was sweating and tired but trying her hardest to not show her weakness to Paige.

“I don’t trust you! I just look at you and I… you can’t only be here to heal me, can you? I know you’re here because I’m dying. I can feel it, but…that’s not the only reason why I go so angry is it? There’s something else behind that anger.” She placed a hand on her chest. Gently he answered, “You’re right. While most people don’t like me and react to my presence in all sorts of ways, you are the first on instinct to be filled with a…justified rage.”

Hannah stared at him as she caught her breathe.  “So, you are who I think you are then.” “Maybe. I am, well, a lot of things.” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Then explain it.” Paige slowly stood. “I will. I promise. But first I need you to listen to a story of mine.”  

There was a silent pause that echoed through the room. Paige opened his mouth to say more but Hannah beat him to it.

“A story? Why would I want that!” “Because I promise you the story will explain everything I am. It will explain the true reason behind your anger, why you are dying, and most importantly how you can heal. Please. Just give me one chance.” Hannah was silent. I noticed her head turning a bit as she looked at the birds again. Their frozen state was unchanged. She looked back at him.

“I still don’t trust you. The worst part is I feel like…like I know you.”

“I promise to explain everything. You deserve it.” Hannah gave a reluctant sighed.  

“Fine. But you have to promise not to do anything weird.” She gestured to herself, the frozen birds and exploded window. “Well technically I didn’t destroy the wind-” “Secondly I get to keep your sword until you’re done.” Without much hesitation Paige agreed and offered her his hand.

I finally let go of her and took silent steps away from the two of them, watching them intently. Hannah hesitated, eying him carefully before gripping his hand. Small streams of light danced as they encircled their hands. Hannah watched with eyes wide open.

“I thought I told you not to do anything weird!” “Don’t worry, it’s just magic. These lights will make sure I keep my promises.” Hannah pulled her hand away once they died down.  

“What’s magic?”

Paige relaxed just the slightest at the sound of her calmer voice. He sheathed the blade, untied some strings and offered the sword, scabbard and all to Hannah. As she took it and slowly backed up into her bed, Paige answered her question in the most annoying way possible.

“How do you not know what magic is?” Hannah narrowed her eyes. Paige rubbed the back of his neck and apologized.  

“Whatever, I get it. Magic is the source of your weird shit. Now, will this take long?” Paige took a moment to think. “Probably.” Hannah did not look pleased by that answer. Placing Paige’s sword in her lap she gripped the hilt. Paige cleared his throat as I made my way closer to Hannah’s side.

“You know there once was a time when all humans in the world could do the ‘weird shit’ all the time.” Hannah raised her eyebrow in disbelief. “It’s true. The Earth is full of all kinds of chapters filled with all kinds of people. In one chapter the humans wielded magic like it was an extension of their own bodies. And in another their magic was stripped away from them. My favorite I think is the story of how humans go their magic back.”

“That’s great. How does any of this help me?” Ignoring her question Paige absent minded said to himself. “I think I’ll start with Bruno.” Confused Hannah asked, “Bruno? Who is that?” Paige smiled under his mask making his eyes brighten a bit.

“He was a young man. He lived when the old countries use to separate the world. I don’t know a lot of his story, but I do know he was… there.” Hannah raised an eyebrow. “Where is there?” Paige clasped his hands together. His eyes were cloudy like he was lost in his thoughts. He looked at me, his light eyes swirling with white energy as he answered “He was there when the planet broke apart. He was there when the humans, their ancient countries and kingdoms finally fell to pieces.    

[jasleh]

A Necessary Letter

[[ @zuraoftheblack and @luathescholar - this is only a starter if you want it to be lol. Jarexx was fretting and - much like the letter - didn’t seem about to settle down until it was written. This would come in some time between the end of the previous patch and the start of 4.56 - probably closer to the end of the previous patch. Also @deaegratia for a mention! ]]

Jarexx paced in his small apartment, or at least tried to - Sunny took up a good portion of the available floor space. Earlier that day, Khulan Uyagir had shown up at the Toise office, looking for her brother. In and of itself, this wasn't unusual. She would stop by whenever she had the time and, if given sufficient heads-up, Temur would quickly find somewhere else to be before she got there. Given how annoying she usually was, Jare found it hard to blame him. But this time? This time she had been upset. Very upset. Now, Jarexx might not know Khulan all that well, but he was pretty sure she didn’t get upset easily. Prior to today, he would have doubted it was possible. And - what had him up pacing when he should really be going to bed - he knew she was a Scion. Which meant that whatever had her upset was probably very, very bad. And if it was Scion business, then he knew a few other people it was likely affecting. Even assuming that it wouldn’t shortly be affecting everyone. Zura. Lua. And that kid he’d met a few times - Nenela. He was most worried about the kid. “Warrior of Light” was not a burden that should have fallen on one so young. However, he had absolutely no idea how he would go about checking up on her and - given the way he seemed to unsettle her - he probably shouldn’t try.

Zura and Lua… well. He was pretty sure they hated him now, and he could hardly blame them. And yet… He huffed out a breath in annoyance. What was he going to do, write a letter? What would he even say? “Hey, I know you hate my guts and probably regret helping me, but I just thought I’d check in and see if you’re ok and ask if the sky is falling.” Yeah. That’d go over well.

He turned, stepping over Sunny’s tail as he started in the other direction. Even as stupid as the idea felt, he couldn’t completely dismiss it. A few more minutes of pacing, and he was considering that writing a letter did not have to mean sending a letter. Maybe writing one would let him stop fretting and go the fuck to sleep. This determination reached, he went to get some paper and a quill.

Some bells and numerous false starts later and he was still at it. The earliest attempts had been crumpled into balls and thrown to Sunny, who had batted them around lazily before eating one. As amusing as that had been, paper was probably not good for the coeurl, so after that he had gathered them up and thrown them away properly. He thought he was finally coming up with something acceptable, however. Well, that or the lateness of the hour was distorting his judgement.

Zura and Lua,

I realize that you likely do not wish to hear from me, so let me start by apologizing for contacting you. I would not have done so save for a recent event that left me concerned. I do not know what is going on, and perhaps it has nothing to do with you and I have bothered you for no reason. Or it is nothing more dire than what you usually deal with. Even so, I felt compelled to write. Are you two alright? Is something terrible going on? Again, I apologize for bothering you, and I hope it IS nothing. If you ignore this letter, I will understand.

Jarexx

Jarexx looked over towards his clock, bleary-eyed. Nearly four bells in the morning. So much for sleeping. Seems a pity to put all that effort into the damn thing and then NOT send it, he thought with the logic of the sleep deprived. Hells, they’ll probably burn it without even opening it and he won’t have to worry about them reading it. He slipped off the chair and rooted around for an envelope.

The moogle down in the lobby was sleeping, and gave him what he assumed was a disgruntled look when he poked it.

“Do you know what time it is, kupo?”

“Yeah, four bells in the morning. Look, I have a letter to send.”

The creature took the letter, looked at it, then back to him.

“This is addressed to two different people, kupo.”

“So find one of them,” Jarexx said with exaggerated patience. The moogle gave him what was probably a doubtful look, but stuffed the letter into his bag before Jarexx could change his mind and snatch it back, then went back to sleep. With a sudden rush of doubt, Jarexx wished he had grabbed the letter back. It surely belonged in the trash with all the others. Too late now, though. He wasn’t about to rifle through the post bag, so the letter was as good as sent. He went back upstairs with a whole new set of worries to keep him up for what little remained of the night.

[izanaginookami10]

Now let’s talk about Quan Zhi Gao Shou or “The King’s Avatar” (or again “Master of Skill”).

Hmmm. As someone who studies Chinese, the sounds of the title is quite… pleasant to hear. But I think every single thing about Anime that I hear in Chinese has this effect. My weird liking for Chinese voices aside (though I’ll be a deep Japanese believer for eternity), let’s discuss, or rather, let me discuss about episodes 3 and 4.

Hm? Yep. Two episodes. It’s not that my memory suddenly had a power up: it’s simply because I watched them together. As the subbing wasn’t too regular.

Now, onto the episodes.

Nice Opening. I’ve already said it, but listening to the Chinese Opening is really catchy. And look at how good the art is!

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No, seriously. The graphics are really good. Just take a look at these delicious potato chips.

Well, you’re really not credible with your behaviour. If you really want I’m quite sure you would be able to prove it. Yet, you’re just saying I’m Ye Qiu, I’m Ye Qiu… Are you really thinking people will believe you just like that? Or are you doing this on purpose?

New party. Ready to be impressed?

Such arrogance… I suppose you can do that when you’re OP, hm? Why does he reminds me of Kirito? Oh, well. Let’s ignore it. But seriously, aren’t you a little too presumptuous? You may be a veteran and thus incredible at the game, but not everyone knows this, so you are most probably going to be kicked out if you continu- see? They’re mad. Now you’ll lose your chanc- !?

They actually accepted his “suggestions”? Huh. Am I weird for finding this weird? Oh, well. Don’t mind. Don’t mind. Let’s continue.

Obviously.

Huh… how do you do that by simply pressing some buttons.

Nice animation there. B-but why cut the tree? Did it anger you? Now, that’s beautiful and all, but how the hell do you do that in a game which isn’t a VRRMMO? Also, thanks for the commentory, side characters.

What the hell!? Your spear becomes a gutling gun now!? One Wave strategy my ass.

Just follow my orders and you will win. I like that. Easy win. Obviously they beat the record. Obviously.

So, huh. why does he join and leaves parties like that? Is he doing that on purpose? I can’t rreally understand your thought process. We lack some insight of Ye Xiu here…

Second half. New character. Harem candidate? Nah. This shouldn’t be your usual clichéd, anime. I think, as it is from a Chinese Novel. Not that I dislike too much the genre if it’s done well.

Xiao Tang huh. Not playing Glory, but blessed with a high APM. Uh-oh. You stomped onto a tiger’s tail. Get ready to be wrecked by our MC.

What a gentleman we have here.

Hey, I think I already saw that.

It can transform?

Please nerf.

Kage-bunshin no jutsu!

When the heck did you learn that!?

Umbrella, sword, fucking spear, gutling gun, do you also have a tea set there? But seriously, are you doing this on purpose? What’s with all this showing off your skills. Is it really even necessary to use omni-changing-weapons, ninjutsu and summoning goblins against an amateur?

Come on, now you are just bullyinig her.. wait, do characters in games really make those kinds of espression nowadays when losing? I don’t really play MMO…

Yeah, tell him so, control your taunting. What a way to comfort her, definitely a playboy. Just loving his face while counting money. That rape face is always used. …have you really gained a heroine?

Umu. I think I’m spending more time finding pictures than actually writing.

Well, let’s continue to episode 4! And we start with… more gorgeous and not really healthy food. No, seriously. Are those real? Because that’s just too realistic. It also makes me hungry.

Ye Xiu’s treat! With money won from the bet…

Xiao Tang already being influenced by Ye Xiu. Going with classless? Why does it sounds so MC-like?

Ohh, thanks for the wonderful commentary, I seriously was wondering what the hell was that omni-weapon. Yeah, sensei. Please teach us.

I feel like I saw that before. But, seriously. Again and again. You either tell her properly or just don’t talk please. You’re kinda pissing me off now.

Hmmmmm another chance to steal a first kill! You seriously are doing this on purpose, aren’t you! Not even kirito was so evil. By the way, even though many hates Sword Art Online, I really do love it. Though i definitely agree that the second part of first season was quite bad compared to first 12-3 episodes, it was my first anime, the one who saved me. So, yeah. My opinion of SAO is 100% biased. But I would at least try the original source, the Light Novel, before trash-talking the whole series. You can say the anime adaptation was shit, but not that the whole series is bad, without even having read it. Alicization is really great (the arc after Mother’s Rosario).

But let’s return to Quan Zhi Gao Shou.

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Hou, seems an important character… lol he slapped him! Hah! And why do you have a brick in hand? Ohhh so cool, MC saves the day once again. Why? Just why? Please tell me the thought process behind you choosing to join his party? My mind must be to low-level to underestand God Ye.

LOL. Slap, sand oh his back-head and then bricks to your allies. I like you.

Listen to Ye Xiu and victory is assured (what are you, Caliburn? If you did get it, then congratulation! You’re a fellow Fate/ fanboi). “keep up the pace” yeah my friend, I’ll keep pressing button R! Don’t worry. No seriously, don’t you have a bag for that brick?

Andddd you ask THEM to fight with you? Please enlight me, just WRY? Are you choosing the best way to impression all the player-base? Because that’s the only conclusion I can get at. Ahhh, tired. The show is entertaining, that’s enough. Clear my mind. Clear my mind.

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Speed up, faster, faster, faster FASTER, holy fucking shit! STARBUST STRE- no wait, wrong anime. Err, why did you even call them.

Another victory for God Ye. Sasuga.

HERE COMES THE BRICKKKK!

  Glorious anwer, you truly are doing this just to piss them off, huh.

Hou someone dared to break MC’s record?! How dare they? Next episode, we will see war?

The Ending Theme is nice too. Hoh, HOH MCDONALD! This explain the delicious good looking chips. But who cares! As long as I enjoy it.

Ok, I admit I was quite sarcastic, but don’t get me wrong. I really like the show, it’s just that I can’t really accept some facts without protesting. Like, how the hell can he be so Overpowered, when he restarted from the beginning? How does one’s skills truly impact the game? Is what happen in the game (what we actually see) really happening in your own screen? (you know, there was an anime where MCs were actually simply imagining how epic it was, while in reality it was a 8-bit game).

Oh, well. As I’ve said. I’m quite easily satisfied. And my analyzing skills aren’t exactly top-notch. I enjoy it, I like it. I like it, I give it a high score. That’s it.

So, you get my, Izanagi’s, approval!

A little more than 8 for now! First episode was actually 8.5! So, please, don’t make next episode another “steal your kill because I’m badass”.

By the way, not sure exactly where or how you were watching the anime, but it seems there is now an official translation going on, it’s on Youtube and… they changed some OSTs, the names are obviously differently translated and… the quality (of the subs) isn’t exactly the best. So, yeah. I would stick to our… previous source.

I wonder… is it fine to openly quote non-exactly-legal means to obtain Anime, Manga, Light Novels and Visual Novels? Or should I stick to the way of not mentioning them, but only the official sources?

Regarding Quan Zhi Gao Shou (The King’s Avatar) Episodes 3 – 4 “See how I eat beautiful chips, rekt a newbie and steal your boss kill” Now let's talk about Quan Zhi Gao Shou or "The King's Avatar" (or again "Master of Skill").