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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:34 pm
*no posty-post  "Do you remember the episode where Ash caught a Pumbloom?"NO.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:35 pm
[ this is how i brainstorm ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:40 pm
  [ text goes nyeh ]
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:37 pm
I... "when did things change? when did this stop being a game?"  I will live. I will win. N O X | LVL. 7 Trickster [EXP: 80 / 100] | [Equip Limit] : 4 / 90 | Status : [ NORMAL ] | HP : ████████████████████ 100% [550/550] | Count : 000 | Total : 000 Even from the time he was born, it could be said that Kouta Shion was destined to live the life that he did. He was born and raised in Osaka, Japan, though the term "raised" is quite questionable. Kouta's parents were kind, but they were not his parents. They didn't love him, they put up with him. They didn't support him, they led him. There wasn't a reason to raise this boy. Their daughter was all they needed. She was perfect. This boy raised himself. Kouta grew distant from his family, even his sister, who truly loved and cared for him. He didn't want to disappoint her, so instead, he just pushed her out of his life.
By the age of 10, he'd already be off to school before anyone woke up, then after, in his room until everyone fell asleep. Truthfully, his parents were worried occasionally, but his grades were passable and his attitude was subservient, never challenging them or disobeying them, so they saw no reason for change. He loathed it. School, against the norms of a modern standard, was something he grew to crave, something he longed for every day. It was a chance to leave his home and be him, not that he was any different there. He behaved the same, quiet and introverted, but he loved just being there. He loved being around people, or more specifically, people that weren't his family. Every morning in high school, Kouta's day would be this: He'd wake up before the sun rose, got ready for school, then he'd be off; He'd take his time walking to school, taking in everything, watching everything, hearing everything; He'd reach school by the time the sun was finally shining, and sit on the third bench on the east side of the school's courtyard; Then he'd simply sit there and watch everyone pass, going into school. This was something he did for three years. He knew every single person that went to his school. He might not know their name, but he knew who they were. This routine of his is how he made the only friends he had. Four of them. When they really became friends, they'd sit with him there every morning too. He was content with this life.
But everyday, when Kouta returned home, it was like a different world. He never held a smile, and almost never said a word. He took to computers and the internet to bide his time when there was no homework to be done, and there, as well, he held as a far greater place than the one he occupied. It was like the outside world, so many people, so many things to do, just all incased in an electronic, digital form. He'd talk to his friends and played games with them. He'd even make new online friends. He could have them right there with him. This became his catalyst. Every new game that would come out, he would play, even if he could only played by himself. Every morning, go to school. After that, play games until the eve of dawn. Sleep for as long as he could, then repeat. Kouta loved this. He loved this almost too much, but he continued this. He played a plethora of games and widened his repertoire to even go as far as importing western games that he couldn't even understand, but still had too much fun playing.
Then, something new was coming out. A new technology for a new way to play games. To play with tools was one thing. You accustomed to it, you learned its ins and outs and grew to master it. But to play a game using your whole body; A whole new experience. A new challenge and a new fun. Kouta had to have this new Nerve Gear... But he didn't have the money for this. He weighed the options and he had to break one of his fundamental principles. He actually had to ask his parents for help. He never asked his parents for anything. But this... this was different. This wasn't something he wanted, this was something he needed. Nerve Gear. Sword Art Online. They struck his ears like the sweet melody of Orpheus himself. He hated it, but he had to ask his parents. They wouldn't do it. After everything. He had never done anything wrong, and still... Kouta cried that night. One of the first times in years-- actually, the first time since he was boy. They continued to torment him; To demonstrate what they thought of him. He was nothing.
Two days later, there was a knock at his door. There was never a knock at his door. It was his sister. She held for him a box and in that box... He smiled. He had thrown her aside. He pushed her away, trying to get her as far away from him as possible, and still... she loved him. This is the only time in his life that Kouta had ever hugged anyone. He didn't want to let her go. Maybe it would make up for all of the years. He thanked her. He smiled the most truthful smile in his life, and then he was off. Off to a new world. Only 1000 players would be beta-testers for Sword Art Online. He had to get in, and thankfully, he did. Even though his friends, unfortunately, didn't make it, he still was as happy as could be. He finally made it. To Nerve Gear. To Full Dive. To Aincrad. To Sword Art Online...
During the Beta, SAO was all that Kouta ate, breathed, and lived for. He grew accustomed to this new way of playing, and he couldn't get enough of it. He was literally being taken to another world, like no other game could do for him. By the end of it, the beta testers had only gone through eight floors. He needed more. He wanted to go all the way. After the Beta, things weren't the same. Life seemed dull, his body felt weak. He anticipated each day toward the game's release with bated breath. He got to pre-order the game, being a beta tester, but his friends needed to get one. Kouta and his friends waited in line days in advance. There was no other choice if he wanted them to get a copy, and better yet, this time he had his friends there with him, experiencing this world that he grew to wish replaced his own. November 6th could not have come any faster. 1 PM, the servers went online, and... he was back...
But it wasn't the same. This game... This game turned to a game of life or death. It wasn't just about having fun, it wasn't about a new experience. You win, or you die. Within the first month of the game's release, 2000 players were already dead. Kouta was fine. All of his friends from school had died. He had to survive. He needed to get back. For once, this world... No. He didn't want to go back to the real world. He still loved this world. He didn't want to go back, but he needed to. He needed to see his sister's face one more time. Just once. One more hug to make up for all of the years gone by. Sword Art Online... Kouta was determined. He would make it. He would live. He had to. [STR] 6 | [DEF] 4 | [STA] 7 | [AGI] 63 Quote: Post Style Idea #1 : I'm okay with it. It's more versatile and basic. More horizontal than I usually make em, and a lot simpler. I'll prolly go with this for now. Maybe I'll actually put some effort into something when I gets the inspiration! Quote: Additional Comment #1 : I just now realize, after looking at this for quite some time, how lazy and unimpressive this is... Ah well. I'll do better next time hopefully. I'll actually make something that looks like I tried being creative... I hope. = w=;; [color=white]I... [/color][size=9][i][color=gray] "when did things change? when did this stop being a game?" [/color][/i][/size]
[img]http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff22/Final-Horizon01/Noxpost3.png[/img]
[color=white][size=9]I will live. I will win.[/size][/color] [color=black][b]N O X[/b][/color] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [b]LVL. [color=#FBB117]7[/color][/b] [size=11][i][color=black]Trickster[/color][/i][/size] [size=9][EXP: 80 / 100][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [size=10][[color=#FBB117][b]Equip Limit[/b][/color]] : [color=black][i]4 / 90[/i][/color][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [size=10][b][u]Status[/u] : [ [color=lime]NORMAL[/color] ][/b][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [b][size=11]HP[/size] :[/b] [b][color=black][size=9]████████████████████[/size] [size=10]100%[/size][/color][/b] [size=8][[i]550[/i]/[i]550[/i]][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [size=11][b]Count[/b] : [color=#FBB117][i]000[/i][/color][/size] [size=13]|[/size] [size=11][b]Total[/b] : [color=#FBB117][i]000[/i][/color][/size]
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:56 pm
 N O X | LVL. 1 Trickster [EXP: 0 / 100] | Status : [ ♦ ] | HP : [ 250 / 250 ] | Count : 000 | Total : 000
Even from the time he was born, it could be said that Kouta Shion was destined to live the life that he did. He was born and raised in Osaka, Japan, though the term "raised" is quite questionable. Kouta's parents were kind, but they were not his parents. They didn't love him, they put up with him. They didn't support him, they led him. There wasn't a reason to raise this boy. Their daughter was all they needed. She was perfect. This boy raised himself. Kouta grew distant from his family, even his sister, who truly loved and cared for him. He didn't want to disappoint her, so instead, he just pushed her out of his life.
By the age of 10, he'd already be off to school before anyone woke up, then after, in his room until everyone fell asleep. Truthfully, his parents were worried occasionally, but his grades were passable and his attitude was subservient, never challenging them or disobeying them, so they saw no reason for change. He loathed it. School, against the norms of a modern standard, was something he grew to crave, something he longed for every day. It was a chance to leave his home and be him, not that he was any different there. He behaved the same, quiet and introverted, but he loved just being there. He loved being around people, or more specifically, people that weren't his family. Every morning in high school, Kouta's day would be this: He'd wake up before the sun rose, got ready for school, then he'd be off; He'd take his time walking to school, taking in everything, watching everything, hearing everything; He'd reach school by the time the sun was finally shining, and sit on the third bench on the east side of the school's courtyard; Then he'd simply sit there and watch everyone pass, going into school. This was something he did for three years. He knew every single person that went to his school. He might not know their name, but he knew who they were. This routine of his is how he made the only friends he had. Four of them. When they really became friends, they'd sit with him there every morning too. He was content with this life.
But everyday, when Kouta returned home, it was like a different world. He never held a smile, and almost never said a word. He took to computers and the internet to bide his time when there was no homework to be done, and there, as well, he held as a far greater place than the one he occupied. It was like the outside world, so many people, so many things to do, just all incased in an electronic, digital form. He'd talk to his friends and played games with them. He'd even make new online friends. He could have them right there with him. This became his catalyst. Every new game that would come out, he would play, even if he could only played by himself. Every morning, go to school. After that, play games until the eve of dawn. Sleep for as long as he could, then repeat. Kouta loved this. He loved this almost too much, but he continued this. He played a plethora of games and widened his repertoire to even go as far as importing western games that he couldn't even understand, but still had too much fun playing.
Then, something new was coming out. A new technology for a new way to play games. To play with tools was one thing. You accustomed to it, you learned its ins and outs and grew to master it. But to play a game using your whole body; A whole new experience. A new challenge and a new fun. Kouta had to have this new Nerve Gear... But he didn't have the money for this. He weighed the options and he had to break one of his fundamental principles. He actually had to ask his parents for help. He never asked his parents for anything. But this... this was different. This wasn't something he wanted, this was something he needed. Nerve Gear. Sword Art Online. They struck his ears like the sweet melody of Orpheus himself. He hated it, but he had to ask his parents. They wouldn't do it. After everything. He had never done anything wrong, and still... Kouta cried that night. One of the first times in years-- actually, the first time since he was boy. They continued to torment him; To demonstrate what they thought of him. He was nothing.
Two days later, there was a knock at his door. There was never a knock at his door. It was his sister. She held for him a box and in that box... He smiled. He had thrown her aside. He pushed her away, trying to get her as far away from him as possible, and still... she loved him. This is the only time in his life that Kouta had ever hugged anyone. He didn't want to let her go. Maybe it would make up for all of the years. He thanked her. He smiled the most truthful smile in his life, and then he was off. Off to a new world. Only 1000 players would be beta-testers for Sword Art Online. He had to get in, and thankfully, he did. Even though his friends, unfortunately, didn't make it, he still was as happy as could be. He finally made it. To Nerve Gear. To Full Dive. To Aincrad. To Sword Art Online...
During the Beta, SAO was all that Kouta ate, breathed, and lived for. He grew accustomed to this new way of playing, and he couldn't get enough of it. He was literally being taken to another world, like no other game could do for him. By the end of it, the beta testers had only gone through eight floors. He needed more. He wanted to go all the way. After the Beta, things weren't the same. Life seemed dull, his body felt weak. He anticipated each day toward the game's release with bated breath. He got to pre-order the game, being a beta tester, but his friends needed to get one. Kouta and his friends waited in line days in advance. There was no other choice if he wanted them to get a copy, and better yet, this time he had his friends there with him, experiencing this world that he grew to wish replaced his own. November 6th could not have come any faster. 1 PM, the servers went online, and... he was back...
But it wasn't the same. This game... This game turned to a game of life or death. It wasn't just about having fun, it wasn't about a new experience. You win, or you die. Within the first month of the game's release, 2000 players were already dead. Kouta was fine. All of his friends from school had died. He had to survive. He needed to get back. For once, this world... No. He didn't want to go back to the real world. He still loved this world. He didn't want to go back, but he needed to. He needed to see his sister's face one more time. Just once. One more hug to make up for all of the years gone by. Sword Art Online... Kouta was determined. He would make it. He would live. He had to.
Quote: Post Style Idea #2 : I mean... it's... UGH! BQWREGKRJIEBFNQ! I needs muse... It's more... "less simple", but it's still... I don't even know. I'll keep working on ideas. This'll be WIP until I fix things. Quote: Additional Comment #1 : It takes up too much room. Plus, I'm not too sure how I feel about aligning text to the right . _.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 12:28 pm
 I will live. N O X | LVL. 7 Trickster [EXP: 80 / 100] | Status : [ NORMAL ] | HP : ████████████████████ 100% [550/550] | Count : 000 | Total : 000 Even from the time he was born, it could be said that Kouta Shion was destined to live the life that he did. He was born and raised in Osaka, Japan, though the term "raised" is quite questionable. Kouta's parents were kind, but they were not his parents. They didn't love him, they put up with him. They didn't support him, they led him. There wasn't a reason to raise this boy. Their daughter was all they needed. She was perfect. This boy raised himself. Kouta grew distant from his family, even his sister, who truly loved and cared for him. He didn't want to disappoint her, so instead, he just pushed her out of his life.
By the age of 10, he'd already be off to school before anyone woke up, then after, in his room until everyone fell asleep. Truthfully, his parents were worried occasionally, but his grades were passable and his attitude was subservient, never challenging them or disobeying them, so they saw no reason for change. He loathed it. School, against the norms of a modern standard, was something he grew to crave, something he longed for every day. It was a chance to leave his home and be him, not that he was any different there. He behaved the same, quiet and introverted, but he loved just being there. He loved being around people, or more specifically, people that weren't his family. Every morning in high school, Kouta's day would be this: He'd wake up before the sun rose, got ready for school, then he'd be off; He'd take his time walking to school, taking in everything, watching everything, hearing everything; He'd reach school by the time the sun was finally shining, and sit on the third bench on the east side of the school's courtyard; Then he'd simply sit there and watch everyone pass, going into school. This was something he did for three years. He knew every single person that went to his school. He might not know their name, but he knew who they were. This routine of his is how he made the only friends he had. Four of them. When they really became friends, they'd sit with him there every morning too. He was content with this life.
But everyday, when Kouta returned home, it was like a different world. He never held a smile, and almost never said a word. He took to computers and the internet to bide his time when there was no homework to be done, and there, as well, he held as a far greater place than the one he occupied. It was like the outside world, so many people, so many things to do, just all incased in an electronic, digital form. He'd talk to his friends and played games with them. He'd even make new online friends. He could have them right there with him. This became his catalyst. Every new game that would come out, he would play, even if he could only played by himself. Every morning, go to school. After that, play games until the eve of dawn. Sleep for as long as he could, then repeat. Kouta loved this. He loved this almost too much, but he continued this. He played a plethora of games and widened his repertoire to even go as far as importing western games that he couldn't even understand, but still had too much fun playing.
Then, something new was coming out. A new technology for a new way to play games. To play with tools was one thing. You accustomed to it, you learned its ins and outs and grew to master it. But to play a game using your whole body; A whole new experience. A new challenge and a new fun. Kouta had to have this new Nerve Gear... But he didn't have the money for this. He weighed the options and he had to break one of his fundamental principles. He actually had to ask his parents for help. He never asked his parents for anything. But this... this was different. This wasn't something he wanted, this was something he needed. Nerve Gear. Sword Art Online. They struck his ears like the sweet melody of Orpheus himself. He hated it, but he had to ask his parents. They wouldn't do it. After everything. He had never done anything wrong, and still... Kouta cried that night. One of the first times in years-- actually, the first time since he was boy. They continued to torment him; To demonstrate what they thought of him. He was nothing.
Two days later, there was a knock at his door. There was never a knock at his door. It was his sister. She held for him a box and in that box... He smiled. He had thrown her aside. He pushed her away, trying to get her as far away from him as possible, and still... she loved him. This is the only time in his life that Kouta had ever hugged anyone. He didn't want to let her go. Maybe it would make up for all of the years. He thanked her. He smiled the most truthful smile in his life, and then he was off. Off to a new world. Only 1000 players would be beta-testers for Sword Art Online. He had to get in, and thankfully, he did. Even though his friends, unfortunately, didn't make it, he still was as happy as could be. He finally made it. To Nerve Gear. To Full Dive. To Aincrad. To Sword Art Online...
During the Beta, SAO was all that Kouta ate, breathed, and lived for. He grew accustomed to this new way of playing, and he couldn't get enough of it. He was literally being taken to another world, like no other game could do for him. By the end of it, the beta testers had only gone through eight floors. He needed more. He wanted to go all the way. After the Beta, things weren't the same. Life seemed dull, his body felt weak. He anticipated each day toward the game's release with bated breath. He got to pre-order the game, being a beta tester, but his friends needed to get one. Kouta and his friends waited in line days in advance. There was no other choice if he wanted them to get a copy, and better yet, this time he had his friends there with him, experiencing this world that he grew to wish replaced his own. November 6th could not have come any faster. 1 PM, the servers went online, and... he was back...
But it wasn't the same. This game... This game turned to a game of life or death. It wasn't just about having fun, it wasn't about a new experience. You win, or you die. Within the first month of the game's release, 2000 players were already dead. Kouta was fine. All of his friends from school had died. He had to survive. He needed to get back. For once, this world... No. He didn't want to go back to the real world. He still loved this world. He didn't want to go back, but he needed to. He needed to see his sister's face one more time. Just once. One more hug to make up for all of the years gone by. Sword Art Online... Kouta was determined. He would make it. He would live. He had to. "when did things change? when did this stop being a game?"
[STR] 6 | [DEF] 4 | [STA] 7 | [AGI] 63 I... Quote: Post Style Idea #3: It's alright. Again, there are so many things that I could do to make it better, but I'll just leave it at this for now. WIP. It's better than #2 at least. Or, to me it is. [imgright]http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff22/Final-Horizon01/nox3-3.png[/imgright][color=white][size=9]I will live.[/size][/color] [color=black][b]N O X[/b][/color] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [b]LVL. [color=#FBB117]7[/color][/b] [size=11][i][color=black]Trickster[/color][/i][/size] [size=9][EXP: 80 / 100][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [size=10][b][u]Status[/u] : [ [color=lime]NORMAL[/color] ][/b][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [b][size=11]HP[/size] :[/b] [b][color=black][size=9]████████████████████[/size] [size=10]100%[/size][/color][/b] [size=8][[i]550[/i]/[i]550[/i]][/size] [color=black][size=18]|[/size][/color] [size=11][b]Count[/b] : [color=#FBB117][i]000[/i][/color][/size] [size=13]|[/size] [size=11][b]Total[/b] : [color=#FBB117][i]000[/i][/color][/size]
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