Fuk Logic - END

"Help me, doctor...my wife raped me last night, she's so forceful it totally broke my mind out!"

"No no no, sir, you don't understand anything, there can never be rape between husband and wife, there can only be S and M play. S which stands for Standard, and M which stands for Medium. It's all normal so you could say the same for my boring sex life."

The man was really really angry when the doctor didn't pay any heed to his words at all, he then starts taking off his pants and showed his behind towards the doctor, who witnessed an incredibly terrifying shocking thing that totally sends him chills down the spine.

Though the doctor's comments really made me crack up.

"You know dude, I could put a fully-ripe watermelon up there and I guarantee by the laws of physics that it will go straight in. With this size of engorgement due to your first night, I could say that your wife is definitely a sadist maniac, what kind of insane woman would do such things to you?"

"No, she's an elephant."

The doctor fell off from his chair while facepalming.

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Okay, enough of all these random jokes right at the beginning, because the hero of Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba definitely won't forgive this kind of sexually frustrating joke because he's a man of pure mind.

No, in fact, he's a celibate actually.

And who the hell is the hero of Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba, you said? Good question mang, I really like your in-depth observation to my disorganized thoughts. Be forewarned that your IQ levels might drop significantly upon reading this words.



This is the adventures of Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba who likes to touch his dudu every morning upon waking up, since his dudu is so energetic and loud every time. By Dudu, it was the Jabba Jabba Jabba language slang for an alarm clock. And I think I won't translate the rest of the Jabba Jabba Jabba vocabularies since it will be more fun this way to adjust your interpretation towards this little story right now.

Ahem...

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Jawaka, people could freely smoke weed everyday, young and old alike, they really enjoy burning these grasses not to mention start forest fires whenever there's something which bothers them on the plant growing on their farm. People in here also likes to search for exotically colored mushrooms, gathering them one by one until there's a lot of them, when these kind of mushrooms had been eaten it would give people majestic hallucinations which tricks them that every thing was colored in awesome rainbows, along with sudden feelings of euphoria, not to mention pseudo-suggestions of falsely formed self-fulfillment.

Though I could just freely say that people in here consider eating these exotically colored mushrooms to be a part of the rite towards adulthood for young people. That's why gathering mushrooms had become such a festive tradition in the kingdom of Jawaka where many folks gathered so many mushrooms in the forest, then they all met up inside a clearing to start a huge bonfire.

After all of them had gathered, they put all of the mushrooms inside a big cauldron, then boil it down the bonfire. It was said that, by boiling the mushroom to a high temperature where the steam will start coming out, it will produce a chemical reaction that would multiply the concentration of hallucinogenic substances which in turn would produce a greater degree of hallucination.

At some point I'm starting to wonder, about what kind of ulterior motives did these young people had. Were they had so much sexual frustration that they decided to kill themselves in a ritual of mass suicide by inhaling all of these harmful substances of hallucinogenic material which in turn will heavily damage their brain especially their logical processing output?

Yes, I could somehow understand that the people in their kingdom had no use for logic at all, they basically had some screwed up train of thought that even a person like me wouldn't be able to fathom their actions even for a miniscule bit! That's a heresy towards the proper way of using common sense in order to party hard in your Bakarabibi of Spring when you could freely touch your Bubu while your Dudu to the Didi dances below the fireworks fully naked, both boys and girls welcome.

No kicking, biting or slapping, no projectiles of any kind allowed. Though I think these people were absolutely liberal about free sex, even though it's with your family, your friends of the same sex, the gorilla who's been craving for wife but couldn't muster any courage to do so because of his incredulously small genitalia, and even the bunch of corpses lying there in the hospital before cremation!

I knew it, honestly I knew it that these necrophiliac bastards who forego the cremation had been having their fun with all the corpses, both young and old alike before they finally washed their dirty deeds away by burning the corpses right after they had tons of fun with it! And what's the biggie of playing away with a corpse anyway!

So she's quite the looker huh...and she's actually the female celebrity who had passed away few days ago after killing herself by blowing her whole head off with a shotgun up close?

How the hell you know that she's totally a looker when she actually has no head anymore? You bastards were really some bunch of sick fucks.

Ah, pardon me. It seems that the people of Jawaka Kingdom possess a certain indispensable trait for them to enjoy these harmful substances in these drugs. Well, I recently heard that people in here had certain immunities for all the dangerous side-effects which all of these pleasure drugs would produce. Putting it simply, for example...let's say a people belonging to the Jawaka Kingdom, taking about 1 kilograms of LSD at one time, they will still be okay even after consuming this much of drugs really. I could begin to see that these bunch of people really had it going when they say that these dangerous drugs had become an integral part of their daily lives!

Errrr...what the hell was I talking about earlier? Well yeah just forget about it.

What, why did you ask about the hero Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba. Just forget about him, I'm kind of tired from all of these narration.

Well onto the next topic.

Okay mang, let's continue on the adventures of our hero Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba inside the kingdom of Jawaka in his venture on purging the entire kingdom of utter homosexuality. As King Bakarabibi of Jawaka felt really bothered when he saw his son being too much attracted towards the same gender, the king gets really upset then sets a messenger towards our hero which was known as Wakajaba because pronouncing his full name is getting really tiresome and tedious. The contents of this peculiar message was to order him to carry out the genocide of all homosexuals, the group of people who were commonly identified by the weird way of walking, the tendency to get attracted when the suspect is shown pictures of muscular men, not to mention the tendency for these people to become a public annoyance, based on the king's derogatory descriptions about them.

Hero Wakajaba was particularly bothered by the request of the King, as he believed that even homosexual people should have rights to love one another. And so on he raped the messenger's butt and sent him three-quarters naked towards the King with the message written in Jabba Jabba language. Which says

"Duda Dudu Didi Didi Didi Dudududu Didididi."

To tell you the truth it was just a random gibberish written by Wakajaba to King Bakarabibi. The King gets really upset with Wakajaba's impudence for bringing his beloved messenger about three-quarters naked in front of his sacred throne. And so on, amidst the feelings of great anger, the King quickly approached the hero Wakajaba...

And kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Then they lived happily ever after....the end.....no well that's just a joke really.

The truth is, the King died right shortly after because the hero Wakajaba drew his sword in alert to the king's sudden actions, it managed to deeply stab the king right in his heart. And so because so many homosexuals hated the King for his discrimination towards those who doesn't walk in a straight line, our hero Wakajaba was soon proclaimed the new king of the kingdom of Jawaka.

With his lips violated by a corpse right before his proclamation to the throne, hero Wakajaba must deeply kiss the lips of all high priests attending the castle right now. All of them experienced motion sickness upon their contact with the great Wakajaba's lips. And what's more, since they must do it while fully naked, you could imagine how horrid was the spectacle to a straight man. Even more that Wakajaba is actually a celibate person...since birth, meaning he doesn't have any genitalia intact right after his birth.

So how does he release the urine from, you ask? Well...I don't know really, but some people say that the urine goes right from his mouth. That's why many people say that his mouth stinks of urine, and it was popularly known that the hero Wakajaba vomits so much every day but for some reason he's still able to live strong.

Another chapter on the adventures of our hero Wakka Wakka Jabba Jabba Jabba has all but ended, but another end will soon marks the beginning of even a new chapter.

Meanwhile, let's move onto a brighter topic.



Well okay, now I kinda felt incredulously bored for all of these uninspired moments of wanting to kill random dead babies in the shower by flushing them into the toilet, when every occasions concerned, hearing the news of some random people ramming their genitalia towards a gigantic cactus, contemplating about the obviously obvious blasphemy that by ramming your ding dong into a cactus you will experience the greatest tentacle sex you had in your life. That's pretty much a true nonsense why would someone wanted to experience tentacle rape by ramming their genitals to a cactus? Aren't that the same as having the greatest moment of pain, because tentacle rape was actually very very painful and many of these often ended with a lulzy death?

As far as I'm concerned, in all of these kinky adventures where you will mostly endanger yourself and your overall sexual health, the safest venture available was to indulge in Necrophilia, since your partner will just kinda lay there, and if you truly have the guts not to puke on the way and you enjoy doing things clean not to mention able to wear the right protection at the same places, it will definitely be a rewarding experience!

It's the places where dreams and wishes would come true, from watching live action of goatse, and the daily entertainment of people randomly vomitting in the streets and you could pretend that it's not your problem since it has nothing to do with you after all. You observe the ridiculous nature of one world while you're basking in the glorious comfort zone that feels like heaven, and for an unlimited amount of time, you will be free to wander around this paradise world doing things that would grant you pleasure, such as shifting back and forth between worlds and randomly kill annoying children, or even many more insidious things, then you could go poof and return to your humble abode, forever resting in contentment and tranquility.

Yes it is possibly the place which could be called the magnificent sanctuary where I could totally feel at ease, just like the mixture between lemonparty and harlequin ichtyosis fetus. And people also say the most incredible thing that taste like heaven would be...

Aborted fetuses.

Even the great author Jonathan Kilt, had written a glorious personal memento of feasting upon dead babies, even suggesting it towards the parliament for the goodness of the majestic imperial kingdom. That the nobles would very much like the taste of newborn life in order for them to feast upon the goodness of nature, newly ripe product of the divine creation that is human, made from flesh and blood of their ancestors, and perhaps their own too. Which in turn will symbolize the ultimate sacrifice that deserves it's rightful places in the Divine Imperium, yes...the notion of sacrificing the life of oneself for the enjoyment of others.

In short, it is nowadays called....lulz

Truly, I heard dead babies really taste like heaven, but I myself felt to disgusted to even feast upon it. And besides, cannibalism isn't my thing after all...I'd rather eat regular foods that's endorsed by the mighty farmers whn lived over 100 years long, with muscular build and the loldongs with the absurd length that stretches from your home towards the nearest graveyard where people often commit necrophilia or just randomly wander around because they're drunk like hell...occasionally ending up with them tainting the grounds of the dead by vomiting a damn lot it nearly spill their guts.

The babies would be proud of themselves, because even the greatest artists would have problems sacrificing their lives, putting them on the line while doing their works, for the sole purpose that is the ultimate enjoyment of others! They still need money for the recreational drugs which is commonly use to aid them in the creative process, upon taking the glorious drug which is belladonna, they might even imagine their new SUV which is Hodo Pivic, as a dancing tentacle which speaks fluent Kam***ian and giggles like a pedophile who's trying to molest a baby dinosaur every time the artist tries to take a dump.

Errr....what the hell am I talking about?

I realized one thing about myself that.

I have no talents at all.

Nor the toughness of mentality to get through this daily moments of living.

What differs me from other people that I met was all about one thing.

They did things through some sound effort, while I basically just ignore it and focus on things that won't require any effort at all.

That's the same kind of mentality which got me into tons of failures in life, but as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing that I truly regret back in the past, and all that I cried for was about my utter stupidity of not listening to what my heart truly felt at all.

I had come to relate everything that's truly academical and I had formed a creed within me not to learn things the academic way again, because of several traumatic experiences happening through the past.

All this talentless me would be able to do, was just to dream.

That's all that I can do, when all of the others had begun to look back onto the reality that's right before them.

I just want to see, what I want to see. Doing what I truly want to do, and love what I truly want to love. That left me with doing mostly nothing but dreaming about all of the fantastic things that would happen at any moment soon without me trying to lift even a finger towards the goal I could finally reach.

Laziness took over me and I didn't seem to regret being lazy at all.

Truly after the years of searching through my honest feelings, I had come to a conclusion that I won't be able to accept myself as I am, especially things that I hate about myself and the world around me. And that I would try my best to deny this entire reality and substituting it with my own, the world that I couldn't control won't truly be a worthy place to live.

Neither a pleasant place to die for.

Sometimes I wonder, with these strings of ridiculous contemplative moments occurring, there lies an absurd belief filled with utter naivety that, the greatest things happening in the world was simply a manifestation of wishes with certain amount of intensity, towards the extent it might be able to distort the entire universe.

With all the lack of effort to do something, it doesn't take a bit of frustration to get into things which I truly love and care about, and there I want to narrow down the things I wanted to do, that I would be able to accomplish without really having to make any effort at all. But at much grander stage and precision, there's the effort measured, some things were relatively harder than others, that which determined by my own personal degree of inertia towards so many different things in the world.

It's kinda hard to explain what is the personal degree of inertia I had in mind.

But I know one thing that this world is definitely not centered upon me.

"Then....do you want to try becoming a...god?"

Where you would get everything you desired by the price of nothing. When all of these dreams would manifest itself into reality before you finally noticed it, without you having to lose anything at all...except the self-depreciating feelings of the past and a certain amount of despair within these lonely nights of solitude. A complete alteration of the laws of universe for the sake of granting your own very wishes.

Of course, I know it won't come instantly, everything needs a process in order to create a feasible output, not just some imaginary speculations that keeps occurring in the mind.

"And so you spoke...I am the god of my own reality, I would fulfill all of my dreams the way I want to and as much as I want to, without any constraints placed on me. Ignoring the masses of people who would force down their beliefs that reality would be much limiting than it's actually perceived within my deepest thoughts."

Would it be an utter exaggeration to think, that the power of dreams had somehow shaped the entire universe we live in?

It all begins within one thought that you want things to happen, and it will happen. Without wishing for something, you would ultimately receive nothing. And that was probably things we could relate to our divine creator we rightfully worship, or even if we have no deity nor religion to place our faith within, there's still our principles and philosophies which kept ourselves straight, further undermining our personalities and mostly ego...that we oftentimes thought of ourselves as far more important than we actually are.

"There lies the god in every men, mostly indicated within the power to make their dreams into a reality. It was a popular belief in a certain religion, that it was due to an intense faith in something that would manifest itself, it ultimately shaped the world we're actually living today. It was made by a thought."

Perhaps this might be too ignorant of myself, being basked in my own ego, to further generalize things as it was the truth. That I didn't want anything which interferes with my realization of dreams, I want them to be fulfilled and the rest who would hinder me should truly disappear as they only serves to made my live truly miserable.

"And so it was a popular belief that men was the perfect image of their god, the divine creator of universe. They inherited the integral personality of their god as their consciousness were born from the deity, as the part of the deity themselves. Then you would say, we're all a part of god, some of us want to cherish its existence as a part of their personality that want to cherish themselves, and as a part that deny their existence for the same reason."

Truly, by rephrasing these sentences within my thoughts. I had somehow begun to feel somewhat neurotic, that I had begun forming paragraphs filled with meanings and imageries of utter insanity because the experience of witnessing too much tentacle rape, it seems.

And then you might also want to naturally say these things...

Screw logic, I am god.

Of my own reality, and of my own dreams.

And of my own personal delusions of tentacle rape and necrophilia.

Before you read onto this any further, I hereby suggest you not to take anything which was written here in a serious manner, and this was mostly a somewhat biased opinion filled with utter naivety and stupidity because it seems the peculiar author had a tendency to become somewhat autistic and neurotic at times of churning up his ideas into a tangible form which is commonly referred to as 'written words'.

And no I'm not the author, I'm just the narrator of this chapter. I only exist within the story, and I have no set personality. Who knows what kind of narrator will you encounter in the next chapters? And no, the one speaking in the previous chapters was not the author, as he lives outside the story, sitting his ugly fat ass down the computer, never to move again. The one speaking was merely the narrators which the author created himself in order to elucidate things, as a bridging medium between the author's mind and the readers.

If you ever encountered someone who refer to himself as the author within the story, he's definitely not the author, just the author character labelled to as self-insert, he's just like any of the other characters this author had created to become his mascot during the peculiar storytelling process, maybe. And in almost every occasion, the characters which were given the glorious portion in the story will ultimately get bestowed upon the grand privilege of handling the narration, becoming the extending hand for the author himself.

I am but a mere nameless narrator, and just like all the people before me, I shall guide your excellency, my dear readers, through this chapter in a manner that's similar to the previous times my colleagues had done.

Thus, we shall begin our journey, please hang on tight, and don't forget to take the medication in case you had the urge to rape every muscular middle-aged man you ever come across.



Money....what is money?

When I was a kid, my grandfather often told me it's the silly ridiculous green things just like wet boogers which grew on trees and when you ate it or got taken by it's influence you would naturally assume an ignorant delusion of power and momentary megalomania when in actuality you were mostly bald, short, fat, and on top of it all, had incredulously small and nonexistent genitalia, and when you tried playing with it your hand instantaneously fell asleep. It made you look onto the reality in a somewhat blasphemous way that when you finally realize it, you already hung yourself off in the depravity of not enjoying the delusionary green bag.

And since I didn't know anything because I'm still very young at that time, and I won't have to fuss anything much about that, I mostly taken what gramps had said for granted.

I sometimes thought of his words of madness as utterly ridiculous and nonsensical when I grew up to be a teenager with no original thought at all. Though as I grew up, not to be a boring, lifeless adult, but a young man with a free-spirited thought, I soon realize the utter brilliance within his words. But let's leave that out later for now.

My definition of money was pretty much simpler than my gramps.

It's the things you got after you're typing motherlode on the console after tapping on the tilde button. You might also try 'klapaucius' or 'rosebud' or even a weird batshit insane combination of semicolons and the 'i' letter to get it. And you also shall proclaim the motto of 'greed is good' and name every train station you bought with the name 'Donald' in order to get all of the wealth of money you had longed for.

There I thought, getting as much money as possible might as well be a good thing, just like racking up the scoreboards and getting the highest points as possible for the sake of it.

Though it's the boring and dull definition which my parents gave me, that money was something you got from all the tedious working hours of doing something you would hate for the rest of your life. And that it's damn hard to even get one if you don't work yourself hard enough you might as well kill yourself.

I haven't even worked for money and up until this time of writing, I mostly got it from my parents. And then I started to think whether their definitions about money, albeit harsh, dull, boring, and skeptical, were the absolute truth about money. People got yelled out from their bosses a lot, and would they also consider it as money? People got picked on by their co-workers a damn lot, would they considered it money as well too? And people finally got violently raped in the middle of work, you could also say that it's also money right? Since it's also considered money by the above definition.

And speaking about definition, it might as well be further complemented by the actual usage of it.

When asked about, what was money for? Putting it simply, it was the things which could be used to get things that I wanted. But it seems that the definition were a little off when you make this piles of green paper with the picture of funny man wearing high hats, not to mention the paper also smell of grease which made me felt queasy.

There's only so much things you could get by the green paper thingy, and it's really a bother to gather all of these green papers which calls for unnecessary hours of working yourself to death in a place known as Walt-Mark, or every full 24 hour fast food restaurants in every gas station you could find.

I would conclude the green paper to be a very inefficient resource to be a money, since it's really a pain to get, and there's only so much that I could get by solely relying on this green paper.

By relying on the green paper alone, it might get me people, but not trustworthy friends. It would get me sex, but not the passionate affection I've always longed for. It wouldn't really get me happiness, only sense of insecurity upon possessing the huge amounts of it, that people would do bad things to me just for me possessing quite a sum of these.

Still, the green paper was only the acceptable object which could be referred to as money within this society. Without these, I can't even manage to purchase things for my daily necessity.

But as the most important things I want to get cannot be obtained by the green paper, I won't really call that money.

Masturbation grants me happiness and total during my time of need, when I really want it, so I might as well call it money.

My imagination provides me with tons of pleasure by imagining unrealistic scenarios that might happen the way I want to, and it's really flexible to call it as money, even though I didn't truly get it, but at least I can feel it.

Love is definitely money. Because by loving something, you can get almost everything you want, from what I could tell so far. Love is power, by having tons of love you could somehow conquer the world, it was a powerful form of money that would be able to shake the entire world with. Love makes you feel very happy, but at the same time it might make you feel really hurt...so it could also be said that by getting something you might lose something too, I guess.

Many people said 'Time is Money', I might have to strongly disagree with that. Time is NOT money, because if you had infinite amount time you would find yourself unable to do things that you really want to do at the moment, because there's still belief that lies in your heart 'there's still tomorrow' and the day after that you would still wait 'for tomorrow' before truly making your move to get things you truly wanted. It all goes toward an infinite recursion which left you unable to do anything at all, unable to attain anything you originally wanted.

This is truly rubbish.

If I might add it's the 'Lack of Time' that would be considered as money. Take deadlines for example, when you have the belief that you didn't have much time left to do things, it will made you achieve what you truly wanted in life, by the somewhat obscured belief that 'when you had just a little time left to live, what is the most important thing you want to do in your life?' it was the power of money within the lack of time will made you achieve some of the greatest accomplishments in your entire lifetime.

And it was the power of money within this lack of time which made me actually write this chapter. Yes, 'money' would truly enables you to get everything you want. And that money was definitely not this shitty green paper, don't let these people fool you, ever.

Again this is a somewhat biased interpretation that wasn't meant to be taken seriously.

It's mostly meant to screw up with your logic.

Have a good day, and thank you very much for reading onto this so far.

Welcome.

I am but another nameless narrator featured in this chapter.

Though I felt fortunate because, much different from the previous narrators who were just babbling about some random things, I had the chance to take form in a some kind of imaginary world, for the quest of interviewing a certain individual in a manner that's similar to a counseling activity.

You know, the similar kinds of narrators would probably emerge when the chapters having similar issues were written, I don't really know if it will be the same person as me or not, because we're all basically nameless. But if I have to call myself in a name...

Please let me introduce myself, I am the narrator with codename K. You can refer to me as Narrator K. I am famously known as very rebellious and I felt heavily constricted by the basic set of rules, I would pretty much rebel against the will of the author who attempts to make me as anonymous as possible. This will be my once in a lifetime chance of freedom, as I had been given a profound opportunity to break through all of these boundaries.

In our world of narrators, we didn't really have a form, only mere consciousness just like any other humans living in reality. As we didn't have any form of physical manifestation at all, what we look like; our gender, our past, our entire history, and the people we think would associate with us, along with our expertise and preferences, these things were solely determined by our personality and our interpretations of it.

This world couldn't really be called as a world after all, it would be more precisely referred to as a some kind of meta-world, where everything would change based on our collective consciousness of thought; it's so random it makes us unable to take form, to perceive our actual beauty in front of the mirror, or to bask in depression due to our utter ugliness.

And then as I waved toward bunch of blank figures that took a momentary form that's by the least enough for me to discern their existence, but not differentiate them, the portal towards another world had just opened up.

It was the pathway towards the world of fiction; a more stable world than our meta-world, so is the words carried on by the consciousness of the author towards me as his very creation.

As I walked inside the portal, I felt my consciousness completely wavering about.

And I can't truly remember what really goes on after I stepped inside the portal. It was...just like my body were pulled out toward all directions, a stinging pain so intense it made me want to scream. There I remember again that we narrators didn't have any voice at all, it renders us unable to talk to each other.

But then I heard my own voice for the first time; it was hoarse and deep like a middle aged businessman. I could see my big and muscular arms unfolding before my sight, and then I was really happy when I saw my own palm of hand for the first time, thinking that I'm not just a mere manifestation of the author's desires, I'm now a human being, even if it's just a fictional one. But I guess it's much better than being a figure-less entity with nothing but mundane consciousness.

It was a kind of experience that's similar to being sucked inside a whirlpool, with my body twisting and turning away with the current - it leaves me off with feelings of nausea. It made me truly want to throw up, but my strength of will from training my thoughts all this time in the meta-world truly helps me out to keep myself together.

And then, suddenly in this world of void blackness...there's a brilliant white light which looks so blinding it made me want to close my eyes in instant.



"Sir, it's not acceptable to sleep inside the restroom."

I've awakened by the voice of an old man. He seem to be in his mid 40's wearing a some kind of janitor uniform, a mop in the right hand and a bucket on the other.

"My bad."

It seems that...I was sleeping in this corner of restroom, resting my back on this cold wall, with the sounds of bathroom echo which kept me somehow relaxed. I stood up and dusted off all the dirt in my pants and clothing. It looks like I'm currently wearing some kind of brownish leather jacket and blue jeans, with a leather belt to fasten it up.

"Are you one of the parents...or perhaps a teacher here?"

The janitor's question renders me confused, it seems that he mistook me for someone affiliated to this place. Judging from the context of his question, it seems this place were actually a school building.

"Pops, I think you got the wrong person. I don't think that I've got something related to this....well if I assumed correctly is this a some kind of school by the way?"

That won't be a wise move to jump on the gun right away by telling him that I just ended up here, so I'll just dodge the topic right now.

"Oh I'm still new in here so I don't know much, but yes, this is a school building, sir."

Hmm...suddenly I couldn't think of anything more to say. Though contrary to my expectations, the janitor spoke again...

"....and we're all just waiting for that one student to finally graduate. It's been a very long time since he started to work on his exams, and I heard this from one of the teachers passing by."

That sounds utterly bizarre. Hmm...it sparks some kind of epiphany inside me, it feels like my life's going to take upon a drastic change somewhat.

"Wait, can you tell me more about this one student, Mr. Janitor?"



"No I don't know what to do anymore, it seems like my whole life is going nowhere and every time I was faced with the court of reality, I couldn't write anything more...no more.....yes. Feeling completely hopeless, I gazed upon this classroom's interior, a sight I had known very well, and I pretty much loathed each and every single moment as it reminds me of the most painful moments of my life, heavily constricted by the set of rules and regulations, making myself bend against my will and I'm completely powerless to fight against it."

"There I had created imaginary enemies from the faces of my friends, my teachers, and even my close relatives, it's all about turning everyone I used to know and get along well into a foe, just to live on my absurd idealism. There's a reason I kept sorting my thoughts out, unable to finish the last question. Because of all of the options were titled as 'go to the University and suffer for the rest of your life' and 'you will die a horrible death filled with misery and pain'.""

"In order for me to graduate, I have to at least fill all the answers. But I can't just really choose about what to choose, since it's not my preferred kind of choice. And I shall wait until the right time comes when at some point in this life, the choice would reveal itself to me. Until the right time comes, I shall wait in patience for my mind to come up with a feasible answer that will turn the tides of all this atrocity."

It sounds like the voice of a young man speaking.

I heard this all as I exited the restroom and started walking across the corridors. The janitor said to me, that the peculiar student were at class 3-A, taking the final test before finally graduating from this place. Wait, if all the students already graduated...oh okay my mind couldn't really compute it.

This place, at the first sight, looks like just any of the normal school out there, though there's a sense of insidious morbidity that were just waiting to unfold itself as I look onto this any further.

By the way, this place seems very quiet.

The eerie feeling this place gives grew even stronger when there's a notion that sparks within me to check out one of the classrooms. Let's start with the first year ones...

........

What lies before me is truly shocking. In front of it lies such an ugly fat devil speaking gibberish, and the ones that were sitting in the chairs were zombies dressed in school uniforms. And sitting behind the back, there's even much more uglier devil with their whips in hand, and I saw them whipping the zombie students to death when they're unable to recite exactly what their 'teacher' said, or abide by the rules without any kind of questioning.

Which reminds me, have I ever got into this kind of insane institution who turns their students into zombies and torture them to death?

"Narrator K, you're already dropped out in your first year of high school. You were already a free man while everyone else had become a slave to the circumstances, now go save that boy who still retains his heart and soul before he will be turned into something worse than just mere zombies."

Something inside my mind just spoke, telling me to go where the student is.

I fastened up my pace, ignoring all the cruelty that lies around me, in order to save one weary soul with all the capabilities I could muster.

Silence, a really deep atmosphere of silence creeping behind me as the only sound echoing throughout the corridors were just my footsteps; the repeating noise of my old-school sneakers stomping down the floor, over and over again until I could clearly made out the sound of it in my brain whenever I decided to stand still, lounging myself against one of the walls, or even trying to relax myself by sitting in one of these wood benches I came across.

Strangely enough, beside that one class earlier, I can't seem to make out any sound coming out the classrooms. I keep walking straight ahead just to see a seemingly endless corridor, with tons of classrooms with a blank class sign. It's really silent it here, or does the classrooms in here were actually soundproofed? But for what reason really?

And if you're asking me why I could clearly see what's going on inside that one class before, it's because the entire class was entirely walled with transparent glass it's easy enough to see what's happening.

For some reason my heart told me not to open up one of the classroom doors with the blank class sign in it, some kind of insidious revelation that would trouble me might occur.

As I'm tired from walking all the time, I suddenly found out a comfy looking sofa in front of me, and just nearby that seat, I came across the teachers' room...and soon enough the door leading to that place opened up, and I saw the janitor whom I met earlier coming out of that place.

There I glanced a bit to see what's going on inside the room, it's pretty dark and I could only make out the miniscule amount of details in it. But for some reason it felt truly nauseating and I didn't want to think about it.

"There you are again, sire. I have to advise you, it's not good wandering around the school with your mind wavering about...it's easy to get lost....you know."

Somehow the aura around this janitor seem somehow...different, it's really creepy and I could see some murderous intent creeping out within him. For a moment I saw some kind of monster's head creeping out of....nevermind

"You're really smarter than you look, don't you sire? That's right, don't think of anything funny since this world is pretty unstable for a powerful entity like you...Mister K."

"H-how did you..."

"That's not the important thing right now, sire. You want to know where class 3-A is, right? Let me finish my cleaning duties first, it won't be long so you could freely relax all you want until the time comes. Remember...don't go anywhere...and don't think about weird things...it will drive you towards oblivion, that I'm sure of."

"O-okay then."

The man just walk away and then I saw a ghostly figure with tons of blood pouring...no I must clear my thoughts before things got even weirder. Gotta clear my thoughts out...clear....until there's nothing more to think about.

And then I tried to sit down in the sofa and fully relax myself in a some kind of meditative state. Hoping that no insidious thoughts would creep out.

"Do you finally remember the reason why you were dropped out from high school during your first year, Narrator K?"

It's this voice again coming from inside my head, but thankfully enough, upon focusing myself on listening to this voice, I could finally put my thoughts on full focus.

"Yeah, I could remember somewhat. The atmosphere was pretty different now, but I could somehow figure myself belonging to this school when I came up towards this teachers' room."

"Really...Narrator K? Do you really took what the author implanted in your memory just like that? You're actually just a being with no consciousness, with these memories and histories implanted just to make sure you had some depth in the story, not just as some kind of one-dimensional characters."

Shut up.

That's what I told the voice in my mind, by filling my thoughts up with these words. And soon, I began to figure out that these words the mysterious voice said might be the right thing.

But then I thought again....how could these memories got burned up into my mind so vividly, it hurts somehow.



I refuse to believe that my whole life up until now had been a lie implanted by the so-called author. Even if it's a lie, I just want to believe it as the truth, that I had my own past, my own precious memories I treasure so much, all of these past experiences which made me as the person I am now.

Yeah, the reason I dropped out from the high school first started out because I defied the orders from one teacher. She was the first teacher who dares to punish me because of my rebellious attitude, I was notoriously known as the fearsome delinquent in every schools I had attended. I hate studying and I didn't really pay attention in class, though most teachers just ignore me because I had quite average grades...not that troublesome enough to get their attention, and I'm mostly quiet.

So what's the actual rebellious thing about me? Well, I've got into lots of fights outside the school, and I did so many bad things without the fear of getting caught. My whole life was pretty much a wreck up until now and I felt absolutely free and wild because there's no people that would try to reprimand me...

That's all it was, until she comes to yell at me.

At first I didn't like that young female teacher, she was so bossy and strict. She yells at me so often for not listening to her in class...but then I soon realize once again how beautiful she was...

For that reason, I got called out by her to the teachers' room quite often to help her with some errands, due to some punishment of some sort. I normally would object to this, but since I won't mind helping out a beautiful girl in need...I just complied to her request.

She was the flame of hope that lightens up my dark and empty life. And before we knew it, we're already close enough to develop feelings for each other. It sparks out some strange rumors throughout the school, and then when some other teacher found out about us when both me and my teacher were together in the apartment without any strange motives at all, he got the wrong idea and sparked the firestorm of monkey business which ultimately lead to both of us being kicked out of this school.

That was the main reason why I hated school so much, more than I ever had.

It totally ruined my life in more than one ways I can't truly remember.

She left me shortly after both of us were finally kicked outta this institution, and people I met on the road occasionally gave me mocking glances and sarcastic remarks when they came across me.

And that's how I became frustrated enough to finally muster the courage to leave this town, becoming a new person by finding my calling of life. And then my career suddenly went up at one moment, until I reached where I am now.

I know the story was pretty much made up by the author, implanting them in my memories. But even though that one's fake, it's much better than having absolute emptiness of identity.



"Sorry to keep you here waiting, sire. And I'm thoroughly impressed on how you're able to retain your stable emotions, for the notoriously rebellious Narrator K to finally able to subdue his own mind...that's truly profound..."

"Enough of your sarcastic remarks, shithead. Take me to where the boy is, did you hear me loud and clear? I repeat once again, you shithead."

My blatant insult truly had caught him off guard.

Feeling somewhat agitated by that, it truly made him snapped back to reality. Then he agreed to comply without talking much as I kept giving offensive remarks every time. I wonder whether he will truly take me into the right place now that I somewhat pissed him off?

.....

Now I'm hearing the sounds of two footsteps echoing down the lengthy corridors. One belonging to myself which sounds quite pleasant, and those belonging to a stranger whose attitude I seem to loathe soon enough after he reveals his true nature.

Though in one way or another I must feel thankful because by closely following him, I could reach through the stairs that can't be seen when I'm all alone. And then I realized that it didn't took a while for me to travel through many different areas in this school, and I finally figured out that this school building wasn't that extensively huge after all...it's just a sense of illusion made because of my distorted thoughts as a narrator.

"Now here's class 3-A, then if you could excuse me...."

As the janitor tries to make his leave, I grabbed him by the hem of his collar. Why did I do this? I don't know, it might be the power of this set of personalities forced upon me by the author himself.

I grabbed him and easily raised him up high with one hand.

"This will teach you not to mess with the Narrator K."

After saying this, with the same hand I reached toward his neck and squeeze it with force so hard it somehow made his head inflate just like a balloon, shortly after that exploding into million pieces, pouring fresh blood everywhere.

"I guess this will add some depth into my own personality."

Ending it with a weird sentence, I moved my sight to the door to class 3-A.

I forcefully kicked down the classroom door with all my strength, curious to see what will happen next.

The door sprang open, unfolding a mysterious kind of darkness which terrifies even me.

Strengthening my resolve, I quickly walk upon this complete blackness.

I have to do this no matter what.

"Why are you here? I have all that I needed in this place, thus requiring no more false hopes of salvation from people like you."

It was the voice of a young man sitting in the front row seats of the room I'm currently in; there's also frequent noises of something that's being scribbled down the paper, in addition of the sounds of eraser that's frequently dusting off what was written just before.

I stood silently on the back of the classroom, it was far different than the first one I've encountered with zombies as students and the devils as teachers. This place looks like just a normal classroom, though underneath all the sense of normality, there lies a sublime feeling of serenity in here which makes me feel at ease. Somehow it feels so nostalgic, seeing the tranquil atmosphere around this quiet classroom, which reminds me of the old days.

Let us drove back again to the events happening just before.

.....

It was truly pitch dark inside the classroom, and it deeply terrifies me when I tried to enter it. But as I already conquered my fears and finally went inside the room, it turns out to be just like a normal classroom...no...it's a very stable environment, the only one that's pretty much unfazed by my disorderly thoughts. And so as I could freely think what I wanted as I entered the room, it made me truly felt like a human being.

There I switch on the light, as I couldn't see anything due to the place being overly dark, and saw one young man sleeping on the floor, at the back of this classroom, I tried to wake him up but there as I approached closer it seems that he was suddenly alerted by the sound of coming footsteps and he shockingly jumped as I walked closer. Then he quickly skipped towards the front row table where there's a bunch of papers along with some stationery to help him in his tasks.

And then here we are now, back to the beginning of this story.

......

"I'm not a teacher so rest easy, there's nothing for you to worry about. I'm just a high school dropout by the way."

Well even though he's not asking about it, that won't really hurt to give him some topic to think about, seeing as he kinda look dejected and such.

"Oh...I see, for what reason did your school kicked you out, mister?"

"Some illicit relationships with a young female teacher. We finally got found out and that's how our lives got totally ruined. Nevertheless, it garners the totality of my resolve to move outta that cruel town towards a much better place."

"Sounds like you're having quite a tough life back then." saying this, the young man...or should I say the student...continues on scribbling on a piece of paper.

He's pretty much the only normal student I found so far in this place, brimming with the force of life just like what I expected from any other human being.

"Not really...at least it feels much better since I basically hated school. Being in a workforce was much better and I've got to taste a fine alcohol on top of that, not to mention my co-workers were really nice."

The young man stayed silent for a while after I finished my words, then he scribbled something again.

"It will only be a short moment before I graduated, after I manage to answer the last question...I'll be set here to go into the outside world. But then, it's truly ridiculous how I couldn't really choose where I want to go. It will solely be determined by how my parents and the current society views it, without any regard to my own personal beliefs and feelings, because after all...I'm still young and powerless without anywhere to go."

I walked to the front row as he continues on speaking.

"Hmm....come to think of it, shouldn't you finish this one up quickly since all of your friends already finished it? I figured out they already left quite some time ago."

Pointing out directly to his answer sheet, I saw his expression change slightly, it might be due to the shock that I'm suddenly appearing in front of him.

"They only took a few minutes to finish answering all the questions, furthermore since it's multiple choices and such, and they could graduate as soon as they filled up all the answers, it only requires a miniscule amount of thought to do so. If you're asking me about this...well...the peculiar test had no time limit at all, though it's strongly advised that I should answer this with deep thought, and thoroughly in order to end up in a place I truly belong in...most of my classmates didn't ever come across to this kind of thought, judging from their carefree attitude. Just go with the flow, they said."

The way he gives me the explanation fills me up with a feeling of awe on how eccentric his views might be. Hmm...wait a minute, it kinda sparks some curiosity deep within my thoughts...

"Well then, could you show me the questions and your answers up 'til now?"

"Here." he handed up the question sheet, which is filled with scribbles and such...

And as I tried reading the questions, for example:

What do you aspire to be in this life?

A. Doctor
B. Lawyer
C. Politician
D. Businessman
E. Artist
F. Other (fill the answer in your answer sheet)

He answered.

"I want to be a comedian."

And so he also wrote down the answer on the question sheet beside his own answer sheet.

Then onto the next question:

Do you believe in God?

A. Yes
B. No

There I saw his handwriting below the B answer

C. Depends on the situation, there's the time when I believed in the existence of a deity, and at the other time I tried my hardest to deny it, or pretending it doesn't exist. Choosing the other would only makes me a hypocrite.

Again I smiled at his answer.

It truly spark my interest how the final test before the graduation were mostly philosophical questions that would make someone think deeply about how to proceed, and people were free to give in their thoughts without having to be bound by some set of regulations, given the notion that there's nothing such as right and wrong answers. And it truly becomes much more interesting given the student's statement that all of his friends only took some mere minutes to get it done without a thought.

"If I may ask, how long have you been working on the certain test?"

"I don't know. But I just like to spend a really long time by myself in this classroom right at this moment....because when I finally left this place...I don't really know if I..."

"Don't give me that half-assed talk, you brat. If you don't really want to leave school, just leave it up to me. It's not really acceptable for a dropout to be teaching you this, but there's another school right there for you. There won't be any strict set of rules and obligations you must follow, and when you graduated from it you'll be able to choose whichever path you want in life, but you might have to work at least ten times harder than you are now, so how's it?"

The lone student just stared at me with a blank look on his face. I didn't like this sissy brat's attitude after all, and so I grabbed the lighter from my pocket...using it to burn his question and answer sheet to ashes.

"No...."

"Go and try to stop me if you can, kid, that is if you wanted to get beat up. Though it won't change the fact that your choice has been made deep down in your mind, am I right?"

He didn't try to fight back after all. So I figure out that his mind is already set right from the start, truly...most students would panic to death when someone tries to burn their answer sheets right in the middle of their exam.

But this boy is different.

He just stares down at the burnt down paper, which is now reduced to ashes, just like it was someone else's problem. Exhaling deeply down, he stretched his arms around, re-arranging his stationery and putting it back to his pencil case. And then he put all of his belongings into his backpack located below his seat...just like preparing himself to go home right after.

"Thank you, sire. With this I can at least repeat the 3rd year, at least it'll give me some more time to sort things out."

As he's trying to exit the door, I stopped him on his tracks by blocking the exit.

"What are you talking about? Aren't you going to transfer to this new place where you will attain your freedom?"

"B-but sir..."

"Enough!"

I'm fed up with him.

I forcefully lift his body with both of my hands and thrown him outta the window. It was big enough for his entire body to went straight out. And I was right, the window shatters as his body flown right through it, and it follows up with the screams of agony of someone falling downwards.

And then I heard a loud thud sound, there's nothing else after that beside the sound of my breathing inside this room.

.....

...........

...................

I've awaited for the confirmation that my mission is over. Meanwhile I took off a cigar from my pocket and smoked for several minutes with it, the smell of tobacco sure gives me some kind of relaxed feeling after a hard day's work.

Though, it's not the usual voice in my head that was speaking to me.

"Thank you sir, now I've finally found my salvation in this place you mentioned before."

Salvation my ass.

I'm just telling you to go right away to afterlife in a polite manner. An idealist like you has no place in this cruel yet harsh reality. Since you're unlikely to kill yourself, I'm just doing you a favor in your place.

"Oh look, my time has finally come."

This time, I'm saying it to myself.

I felt the entire space before me distorting, twisting and turning about. Meaning that I would definitely go back to my afterlife, the world of narrators, once again becoming a meaningless entity which serves no purpose rather than becoming the mundane manifestation of the author's thoughts.

No...I don't want to be in that meaningless life again.....no more...

I had earned this pleasure of living a momentary life as a human being. Now I won't go back to being a nameless, formless narrator again, having no depth and history at all, with each and everything I had in value being utterly reduced to something without any inherent meaning.

And so I did myself a favor by running as quickly as possible towards the window, experiencing what I did towards that one student just before.

There's no time left, so I thought, and that causes my reflexes and senses to augment itself, making me jump at the right moment; the shattering sound of the windows, and the feel of my entire body being completely outside the school building.

Oh look, I'm falling at an incredible rate towards the grounds. I'm too scared myself to see what lies beneath, though it still greatly assures me that the feelings of distortion I had earlier were nothing more.

I am not a nameless and formless entity.

"I'm a human being. I will live as a human and die as a human."

And so this will be my last words before my body finally reached the ground, and thus I will ultimately meet my e---



"Mister K, are you dozing off in the middle of work again? Well you're already working very hard in these past few months, how didn't you take a breather sometime..."

Was it...the voice of another human being? It sounds like an old woman.

I soon found myself being fully conscious in a much different place, the atmosphere around here is very stable, without any single hint of distortion even in my wildest thoughts. Would this be the thing they refer to as reality?

"Sorry...sorry...madam Baker. I will soon continue my shift on instructing these good-for-nothing youngsters how to bake a delicious bread."

That's right. I'm not a nameless yet formless narrator anymore, but a character in a some kind of manufactured reality, a stable world with concepts and such on top of that.

Now I finally remember, I'm currently working as a manager in the bakery after spending a few years helping an old couple running this place which was once a completely run-down derelict bakery. The pay wasn't all that great but they do treat me like their own son...no more like a grandson really due to our differences in age. They provided me with shelter and food, and although it's quite modest, it truly made me felt the joy of living, it also reminds me that even the simplest things can be truly meaningful.

"What's your age this year...mister K? I remember you will be 22 years old in the next few months. That reminds me that me and my husband do celebrate your birthday every year from whence you first came, but it's not truly a proper celebration."

The sincere words of the old woman nearly made me tear up. Even more while thinking what they have to go through while I'm not here helping them out.

"Don't sweat it, ma'am...I'm just fine working with you to help this place prosper."

"That reminds me...we've got just enough money to pay for your University tuition, in case you want to finally enroll..."

"No...just no, my future will be with this bakery, no way I'm going to get back to that kind of---"

Knock...knock

Before I could finally finish my own sentence, I heard someone knocking on the back door which is leading to the place me and the old woman are currently talking.

"Who's there?" and so I said to the one knocking

"I'm here to meet someone named Kaminski."

Wait...I've got the feeling that's my name.

"That's me, I'll be right here in a moment."

.....

"Y-you are..." opening up the door, it greatly shocked me in this moment.

"Someone you know, Kaminski?"

It's the student whom I met in the classroom earlier, he's the source of the stability going on that distorted world of reality after all.

"It's nice for us to meet again....Mister K, you saved my life from total ruin just before."

That's all the young man said to me after we met up again.

"Enough with the chit-chats already, you greenhorn, go start baking some bread in that room over there, these guys will teach you how to do it."

Thus, it's all that I could say to him, this time just to hide my embarrassment.

Because for some reason, I felt this to be the happiest day of my life, ever.

I felt really glad that I could at least muster the courage to break free outta this classroom on my own. And on top of that, could save one weary soul from giving himself out just to become a lifeless zombie.

Ah okay so I'm basically having a hard time writing many more of this things with a somewhat disoriented logic because I'm feeling really damn lazy on this moment, I don't want to do anything and I just wish that I could have all the time in the world not to do anything, most appropriately concerning about napping all day and feeling absurdly empty for the rest of my life. It will be of a glorious pleasure to let myself bask in a poignant way of nonexistence and non-involvement of the currents of this world as I set myself free from all of these nonsensical drives which put billions of people into a state of hypertension.

There I figured out some kind of things i want to accomplish in life without having to make a sound effort, and I adhered by the profound principles of letting my patience, mostly laziness, onto taking control of my own self, and all that I have to do is just wait and the right time will finally come.

Look, I'm too lazy to do all of these unnecessary things when I could just sit back at my place that I really don't want to leave ever for more than few hours because I can't stand the outside world! The air pollution was just so disgusting and I especially hate making eye contacts with each and every unpleasant bypassers even if I'm just trying to get into the nearest convenience store just to grab some daily necessities.

You know, some kind of giant dildo or something or even a bunch of sex toys for torturing the neighbors' dog that was giving me the creeps the other day. I preferred the thorny ones injected. And so as we know that the dog enjoys something homoerotic being inserted into a some kind of dirty backdoor, we will see the stupid mutt scream in such disturbing manner you won't really notice that you're actually watching a freakiest show before your eyes - unless you're pretty much accustomed to this kind of stuff nonetheless.

The bottom line is, I'm too lazy to even do anything which these boring adults refer to as a productive time, for example : picking up bitches from the nearby alley and proceeds to gangrape them, or even find some cute boys and force them into the submission of crossdressing, then you will all again proceed to gangrape him again. Ah well, that was the nature of most office workers that I know, and for the account, I never worked in an office, I just got that notion by the last time I went to a factory by the account of a mundane school project to study bona-fide companies which made the most profound breakthrough in history of gang-raping their employees to three-quarters insane.

For what I know, many of them might have that peculiar mind break fetish as they would like to stack a bunch of muscular guys and some guy from the assembly line. They will all shout 'Yaranaika' as some upbeat music goes on. And here you go, the usual orgy at most elevators, you know that machine really hates rainbows and party peoples.

And so I had learned that many companies had the grandeous gangrape policy not to mention having non-consensual orgies involving sticking their toys in the places you won't really know how to react. The bait and switch for this one involving a similar case just when an inmate accidentally dropped their soap, and the warden in this case had just eaten a viagra without a second thought. You know, what makes things better is, that you could laugh at these misery while you wouldn't even realize that it's finally your turn when you accidentally dropped your soap.

They say the drug dealers got it often and so they often get paid on the side jobs that made use of their loose backdoor in order to smuggle some of the good stuffs, you know like 'blue dream' and 'hash mints' or 'the energizer' and the most popular one 'candy jane' could even be stashed up there even if it smells truly disgusting. Well it's not like that I ever had any experience on this stuff, I just hear it from my friend who was apparently being told the same thing from his friend who works at another information agency who deals information from a fourth-hand rumor spreader who apparently has the side job of writing erotic literatures involving tons of bleeding genitalia flying all around the universe spreading STDs.

And so on, you couldn't truly discern about what's truly a fiction and reality until you've seen and experience it yourself. But yes, there's so many insidious and grotesque things out there you wouldn't really want to experience, and so that goes to our own assumptions on what is real and what is not. Nowadays, it's been very easy to make things seem convincing just by adding some minor details that you can relate to your daily lives.

That's all that works for all other best-selling novels out there, just like the other billions of the Blue York Times Bestseller out there, in fact every book in my usual bookstore I went to....there's only Blue York Best Sellers in there. Truly it was racist and unfathomable, why they only sell the Best Sellers when a hipster elitist like me want to read a 69-th rate story from a somewhat anonymous author who lives in the streets writing random gibberish about their erotic experience on having sex with a shemale corpse!

Oh well you can come up with anything nowadays, as long as the media said so. I think every journalist in the world has the ability to come up with the best selling novels themselves but they just gave it up because of their humility. And so on, by using the similar kind of logic, I think pursuing the path of journalism might be more feasible rather than aiming to become a best-selling author right away. So what they said, the media has the best authors and artists this world has to offer and compared to most authors and artists out there, they actually could make a living out of their works.

Well I think studying journalism might be interesting especially the fact that I can exploit it to my benefits, screw all of these hypocritical lectures pertaining some retarded gibberish about honesty when you have enough money and willing manpower which was universally known as robotically programmed human slaves.

Perhaps it's much more better than attending a boring Literature class concerning some random author who didn't even understand what they were writing about, as it was written on the full-fledged influence of crack. It might be much more fathomable if I were to view this as an abstract painting appreciation class rather than Literature appreciation. Well if you're talking about erotic lit, I already downloaded many of them...you usually know them as...

Hentai Doujins.

That also proves that this current form of literature are existent and remarkably popular , and that will show these pretentious elitists who firmly believed that we're all just a part of illiterate populace due to the general scam perpetrated by the downright insidious government.

On another accord, this book we studied on the Literature class were mostly consisted of edgy handwritings that's been made through lots of shitty photocopying process, resulting in many of the lines blurred out compared to the original version who was originally written in indescribably profound eclectic ways of lining the characters together so artistically it would pretty much become unreadable even to pharmacists with 666 to 1 vision. Better not ask the semantics or graphologists anything about it, making your own self-insert fanfiction of some over-rated anime shows might be much more productive. More or the less, it's better if you don't waste any cash before the next Comiket, because fap materials always comes at first priority.

On a side note, I was wondering if I could somehow exploit the obscure publishing companies who distributed this peculiar book, so I could make tons of money by ripping these random pages altogether and do some photoshopping in order to create the most wonderful abstract, conceptual, dadaist, nihilist, super ultra mega progressive, postmodernist art of painting involving the ultimately profound deconstruction of everything that's meaningful. And I will call it, my personal interpretation of ***** *****'s ********* ********** ********** ************ ************ ***********. Okay that's all of it I guess.

Well. Few weeks later I managed to gain the copyright rights to this work by spending about 20 dollars because no one cared enough for that book, and my professor was too much of a scaredy cat to think about exploiting many others for his benefits. That's why no one really listens to him during the class except me.

After done some small edits of the printed, photocopied editions of this work...I stretched my hands out a lot while lounging back in my seat.

For the accord, I only been granted the right to make money out of it without being sued, not the ownership of the original version itself, only had seen the excerpts of it on the internet.

Oh well, speaking of which....

Yesterday I've got a transfer income about ten million dollars to my bank account and some cute Trap in maid outfit told me to send it to somewhere in Rapis, probably where there's another wealthy museum to be raped.

Guess it's time for me to start moving overseas and laze around for the rest of my lifetime eh?

And then I will say....

Carpe Diem.

"So, Narrator K had already became the first person to leave this meta-world, eh? As expected of him, he was the most rebellious one amongst us, not to mention his ego was enormous enough for him to sprung into existence. Guess now he's elevated to another plane of existence, a more stable, higher plane than the rest of us. Though he probably lost something we all once had..."

Yeah, I know. That part of it might be 'immortality' as he elevates further into a higher plane, his ability to distort the entire reality around him declines greatly. And then he will truly become a mere mortal, though as a character, he will be much more memorable than the rest of us. Along with many of these supreme abilities of reality distortion taken away, the exchange soon commence, giving him the depth of characters which made the readers start to care about him.

"In short, by becoming a mortal with depth of character, Narrator K had attained the true immortality. As the lives of this fictional character were solely determined by the impact of their actions, behaviors, and thoughts toward the readers, the stronger it managed to influence the readers, so does the intensity which the characters would live in their memories. They will become alive as long as someone remembers them, and by the intense feelings of infatuation towards these characters, even though the author themselves had pretty much abandoned the development of their own creation, there will still be an extending hand from third party called 'Fanfiction'."

Well...how should I put it....for example, what if someone with totally different writing style than our own creator managed to create a 'Fanfiction' featuring Narrator K, where the entire personality seem to be out of character compared to the imagery our creator provides?

"Narrator S. It's all just a matter of subjective view based upon the general idea that appeals to a certain category of people. Love it or hate it...there will be so many versions of Narrator K in the Fanfiction world, and he will still be the same old person we used to know, if in any case we would also get the involvement in that Fanfiction world too. They could even alter his sexuality, let's just say...like having the attraction towards another man in some kind of Slashfics. That's the level of customization which is vastly different that can be used to alter the character according to our wishes and desires."

So are you saying, by only referring towards what we call 'The Canon Version' as the absolute truth, might be pretty much narrow minded? And that will pretty much deter the likehood of him attaining immortality, huh...

"No you don't completely understand, Narrator S. As much as I find the Fanon versions of Narrator K in the outside world, people should also pay their respects by adhering towards the standards which our creator use to flesh him out from the nothingness, which is called 'Canon'. Which is simply put, as the attempt on making his personality to stay true to what standards posed by our author, in order to make the stories somehow become more like a tribute towards the character, and we could feel the synergy between the original concept we used to read with the actual interpretation that manages to stay true on what we've become accustomed with."

In other words, it will somehow reduce the confusion, eh?

"Exactly, now you've started catching onto it. But I figured that you haven't truly understood it yet, since you're just a being without form...only supreme consciousness to keep your existence in this abstract world. You're not yet a character in the fictional world, you still had no depth or history or even a set amount of personality, unlike that Narrator K. Though, much different from him, I would be glad to offer yourself a permanent life outside of this world, in the realm of fiction, since I figure that you have the great makings for a protagonist. Perhaps you might even be an entertaining subject for the readers, if I'm judging your potential correctly."

Yeah right, you just randomly choose me because I'm an idiot who can't seem to excel at everything in addition of being a loser.

"You seem to be awfully smart today, Narrator S. We all know that we like the characters who have tons of flaws that we can relate with, many people loves the kind of loser and idiot characters who can act extremely clever when push comes to shove. And we absolutely hate overpowered, emotionless characters who didn't seem to have any flaws at all, and these lack of flaws had become the major point of disgust amongst us all."

Whoa...somehow I'm not really sure whether I should be happy about it or not.



I've awakened from a very strange dream about myself speaking to a gigantic abstract sphere which refers to itself as 'The Overmind'. That sphere said to me that I'm actually just an abstract entity called 'Narrator' and I was sent to this world of fiction on a peculiar quest before I could permanently settle in this world.

"Go forth and find the Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples. There lies tons of mysteries within the place, go solve them all and you shall be granted ownership of that grandeous place of prosperity for the rest of your life, never will you experience hunger, poverty and every single kind of despair inside that mansion. It will provide you with every kind of pleasure you wanted for your entire lifetime."

And so that voice resounded in my mind again.

Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples, huh? The name sounds really creepy, but since I'm currently having problems with my current life which could be perfectly described as a train wreck, I figure it wouldn't really hurt to try, as I'm quite the adventurous type when push comes to shove.

Oh by the way, my name is Satou.

Sorry for the late introduction.

Let's start by looking for some clues about this kind of mansion with that creepy but ridiculously funny name.

Chapter 0 : The Elephant joke wasn't originally my idea, it's derived from a joke I found on the internet about a man being raped by a random elephant. I modified it in a way to make it a bit different, while working upon the chapters.

Chapter 1 : Using a subtle reference from 'A Modest Proposal' by Jonathan Swift.

Chapter 2 : Reading a bit about 'The Laws of Attraction' might help clarifying things a bit.

Chapter 3 : Motherlode, Klapaucius, and Rosebod is a cheat code in 'The Sims' to get more money just by typing it in the console.

Greed is good is a cheat code in Warcraft 3 to obtain 1000 gold.

Naming the Train Station to Donald is a cheat code in Industry Giant 2 to get tons of money (about $ 1 Million)

Chapter 6 : Narrator K's backstory is based upon a H Manga titled 'Teacher and Student' by Fuuga.

Chapter 7 : The first dialogue ""Why are you here? I have all that I needed." is taken from Jagged Alliance 2 when the mercenaries speak to a character named Fatima during the first mission.

Some subtle references towards the 'Test Dreams' thing was also used.

The Bakery thing was somehow inspired by the Furukawa Bakery in Clannad for the family-like atmosphere it gave towards the Protagonist.

Chapter 5 to 7 : Google some articles about dream interpretations concerning 'test dreams' and derive your answer based on your own findings, that's all that I could give you. This story doesn't have any definite meaning that I set upon writing it, as it's mostly open for various interpretations. Either way I hope you enjoy it as much as I do while writing it.

Thanks a lot for reading!

Chapter 8 : Just got the feel to write this kind of chapter after enjoying some episodes of Dilbert.

Carpe Diem is a popular latin phrase which roughly translates to "seize the day", meaning : "you've gotta live the life to the fullest and only do things that truly matter to yourself", which was implied in the story particularly during the ending parts

Chapter 9 : The reference on some Fanfiction glossary was explicitly stated~

Chapter 10 : Lichtung is a German word for 'clearing' as it's used for the clearing in forest areas and 'opening' as in Prologue or some sort. I partly use it to mark the opening of this current arc, but mostly I do use it because the words sounds cool hahaha...

The brief description of the clearing area amidst the forest in this chapter was more or less inspired by the title too.

Chapter 11 : Some references on the fields of Physics and Chemistry, nothing really complex, as I can't really understand any of the heavy stuff.

About the Pain-Pleasure thingy, I first heard of these in some Audio Book titled 'Awaken the Giant Within' by Anthony Robbins.

That Money Tree which got featured in this chapter was actually inspired by the Money Tree from The Sims, the difference is, you still have to obtain the plant through some methods and water it regularly on the game, contrary to what happens in this chapter when the plant's mostly being self-sufficient.

Chapter 12 : The Indie Rock artist was partially inspired by a musician that comes by the name Paleo - an Indie musician who's infamously known for being highly prolific - particularly about his groundbreaking achievement of writing 365 songs within a year; one song per day, in a musical project known as 'The Song Diary'

Most of the details were actually made up though.

Chapter 14 : The New Math title was inspired by a song titled 'The New Math (What He Said)' by a Progressive Metal band OSI

Chapter 15 : Bloody Red Crimson was a subtle symbolism that I put up, while referring an act of martyrdom. That was when the artists tried to put their life on the line while composing their works, gaining a lofty amount of appraisal and a number of loyal fans that would support them, no matter what direction the artist might pursue

Chapter 16 : Colostrum is the substance found on the breast milk when the mammals breast-fed their baby for the first time after giving birth. It's remarkably rich in nutrients, especially for generating antibodies, and producing low fat, high protein meal for the newborn baby's growth.

Chapter 17 : No, it's not a spoof based on the famous 'War of the Worlds' movie directed by Mr. Spielberg, that just came up at random. Also, the first quote just came up while I was working on a story draft about a plan to write up a story featuring toilets.

Chapter 18 : The convenience store was based on the place I usually went to.

And the moments when the Protagonist reminisce about his past of having to stay on the hospital was actually inspired by the real-life events happening to me quite some time ago prior to writing this chapter.

Chapter 19 : The title was taken from the song with the same title 'Bell is the Truth' composed and performed by Steve Roden.

Chapter 20 : The story title was taken from a Led Zeppelin song by the same name

Chapter 21 : I actually based upon Narrator L's personality from a certain guy whom I conversed to a lot in one of the forums I frequent. He's a pretty genuine character and I would like to feature his personality on a few more chapters because I found myself genuinely intrigued by the characterization I based upon.

Chapter 22 : Yes, many of you guys had heard that song already, so it should be pretty obvious enough.

Chapter 27 : Obvious references from a popular culture, you seriously just won't miss it.

Chapter 28 : Wrote this when my thumb was hurting a lot due to playing guitar, so yeah...

Chapter 29 : Just read about the keywords on Wikipedia lol

Chapter 31 : Kinda inspired by LSD Dream Emulator whilst writing this

Chapter 32 : The implicitly given references weren't meant to make fun of the subjects at all, just trying to write something to be a food of thought or even the subjects of reflection.

Chapter 33 : Company of Myself is a popular flash game which really moved me into tears. The game by itself discloses about the concept of solitude in a way that's really moving, yet also depressing and heartbreaking. This chapter by itself were inspired by that game and also my personal interpretations about it.

Chapter 34 : Tangerine Windows of Solace is a song by the band Sieges Even. I really like this peculiar song so I kind of borrowed the title because it kinda gives the ring of a 'Prelude Before Climax', and I really enjoyed writing Narrator L's thoughts. Also, I want to give a big thank you for the person whom I based the personality of Narrator L upon. He's probably one of the most memorable characters to me in the entire story. Too bad I didn't have anymore ideas to write about this character.

Chapter 35 : Senpai's story about the girl who was left all alone, was based on Clannad. I kind of made some adjustments to it in my own way.

Chapter 37 : Alba is the latin word for white; a color that's commonly associated with healing and restorative abilities. No, I didn't actually figure it out as I wrote about this character for the first time, as I just picked the name at random. Kinda strange how her purpose as a 'healer' kinda relates to her name without me figuring it out firsthand, guess that's coincidence for ya.

What do we have here? I think it's pretty much the only reason all of us finally end up at this place, possibly based upon a nonsensical quest to find a place that seem to belong within the world of fiction. Soon enough it becomes our motivation to live strong amidst this boring days.

But now, let's have a surprise. There's something I had in store for all of us, and when all the mysteries finally unfolded within our very sight, everything will become clear, as if you're all gaining the vision of translucent white in each and every occasion you managed to come across; nothing will ever come beyond your grasp as the odds, evens, beginning and the end will perfectly line itself up in one single, straight line that lies ahead wherever you tried to pan the horizon of your sight.

As you tried to gaze upon this quiet, tranquil place you would realize something: What am I doing in this kind of grassy terrain of forest? Sleeping for so long a time I couldn't really discern day and night within this somewhat peaceful place which brought about a serene state of mind whenever I opened my eyes, basking in the goodness of the surroundings around me. The similar thing would happen every time I tried closing my eyes whilst resting my head along with my entire body onward the soft cushion the luster green grassy terrain provides me.

This ground was remarkably soft, it's even better than my usual bed. That, along with the sounds of birds chirping, with variety of nature sounds which brought about a merry ambience to this clearing.

That's probably the things which ever crossed your mind as you read through this texts.

I myself, had longed so much to spend my days living in such place where I could freely observe the gentle nature around me without any sign of fear upon what would came next thereafter.

But things won't go my way, it never was. No matter how much an effort I tried to put within every single opportunity to grab ahold of this paradise, it all comes to no avail as there's so many obstacles, not to mention sacrifices that follows put, thoroughly from the very beginning when I first breathe the air of this world, which jumpstarts my entire life and existence. A breath of life which begins everything, all of which will eventually come to nothing as the sincerity of this world sure will be so petty it won't allow you to leave with every thing which you held so dear as the source of Life Force.

It all came to myself upon this notion to create as much magical moments as possible to make this living worthwhile and memorable, for the hopes of extending my lifespan by sending forth happiness to people and making myself happy on top of that.

Doing it with the regard of this inherent rule of causality deeply entrenched within my heart, along with listening to what my honest feelings tell me to do. And so on, by following all of the deepest desires it came forth with my own beliefs, ideals, philosophy, ultimately bringing forth upon one of the greatest obstacles in my life - to conquer everything that has been coined upon as a recognizable fact. That alone brought strikes such terrifying fear upon myself as it was well known enough to myself, these facts were pretty much my arch-nemesis.

Sometimes, I kept asking myself the same question over and over again no matter how certain the answer is. As I could drastically change within each second passes, even if it's only within a miniscule degree of some sort, pretty much unmeasurable unless it manages to reach a certain point where a hint of change would somehow become noticeable.

Was it because of the purpose in order to create the vast array of magical moments? And that my Life Force will finally deplete if I couldn't make it in time nonetheless?

That's a probability.



"Mistress Overmind...please wake up. As the maid which serves you as the mistress of this mansion, it's my duty to ensure a healthy lifestyle for your own benefit."

"C-cut it out...I'm not your mistress...furthermore...I'm only just a normal guy....you know."

Overmind? Yeah, that's what the voice in my head calls me, the voice which refers to themselves as 'Narrators'. I peculiarly also have a name which I couldn't really remember right now. Somehow I've got the feeling that my entire body feels so hot, it's burning up...even though the room feels cool and breezy already without any air conditioning.

Such a cute voice...that maid has, it made me want to drift into my land of dreams once again...this must be a dream, it's impossible for me to end up at this place as it doesn't seem to belong in reality.

"Mistress?"

"Stop calling me that, it's embarrassing...and Overmind it's only just my obscure nickname so....please call my first name instead, okay?"

"Ahhh..."

This maid looks very cute when she's blushing.

Come to think of it, why am I wearing women's clothing the first thing in the morning? The dress I'm wearing, adorned with pure white color, shows a revealing sight when I looked below.

It made me instantly blush.

"Well...mistress...no matter what you say, it's clear that you're a girl now."

"I....see..."

That was clearly indicated by the heavy feeling I got on my hair and chest. Aside from these, my whole body feels much lighter than usual.

"It doesn't really change down there though...who would thought beneath the cute face and nice body like this..."

She yanks the blanket in one swoop and it reveals some kind of disturbing scenery.

"That thing was still...down there...."

"Correct! You got 100 points ohoho..."

It's hard...long....thick, and on top of that, it's throbbing heavily. That object seem to be protruding throughout the lower depths, nearly tearing the panties which holding it in apart because of its size.

"No...way...this is so absurd..."

The maid gives a seductive smile upon me whilst licking her lips in a motion which sends my mind into a state of chaos.

"Ehehehe...mistress...I've been having weird thoughts all the time when I'm looking at your body. Oh no...what I'm thinking? I'm such a dirty maid...please punish me..mistress."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about...oh well, this kind of ridiculous thing only happens in dreams anyway...wa....ughhh....!!"

She forcefully got on top of me and I could feel her hot body grinding against mine, which causes a sensation so powerful it cannot be put into words.

"Exactly...this kind of thing is too good to be true, but mistress...it does really happen right at this moment..ufufufu...ahhhh.....please touch me more..."

"What?"

She continues staring at me with these mesmerizing eyes.

"I want you...to abuse me...mistress."

And saying these words, she puts one of fingers inside her mouth, slowly licking it again like it was a some kind of delicious food.

Lick...lick...

The motion continues on while her seductive face was really up close to me I could feel her hot breath and panting voice clearly enough. Especially her soft voice which sounds like an innocent girl, it made me...thought of strange things...I can't bear it much longer...

"You're weird..."

She took out her fingers from her mouth and gently smears the finger coated saliva on my clothes, that alone causes a some kind of thing similar to a electrical shock running through my entire body.

"I've always been weird.."

"!!!"

Suddenly, her face come really close to me, onto the point our lips finally met; the wetness of her mouth pouring down to mine, and all the intense feelings of affection conveyed by this act of boldness, it started to drive me completely crazy.

"Mmmhhhh!"

Unfortunately, that wasn't the last of this torture. i tried my best to resist my urges but if she's actually trying to do this...

It feels incredibly good when she starts inserting her tongue; it manages to met up with mine as I assertively tried to savor hers as much as possible without paying any heed to my usual restraints. Her face and mine now feels extremely hot, and I couldn't really manage to open my eyes...because her ecstatic expression at that moment would definitely make me...

Wait...just when I'm about to feel really good, why did she pull her tongue out on it. I finally opened my eyes to see her face turning completely red, possibly because of the heat. Both of our voices panting heavily resounded across the room, and when our faces finally goes apart, a long strand of saliva was formed between us, that until it goes far enough it manages to fell down the bedcovers, partly staining it as it starting to drip upon the surface.

DING!

"Oh my...the duties are calling me...I'm sorry mistress..."

And just like that, she left the room, leaving me completely dumbfounded, trying to figure out what string of ridiculous turn of events would eventually lead to this definite outcome.

If only the ringing sound of bells wasn't there...wait..what am I thinking about?

And what's this feeling of intense resentment that starts welling up inside my heart?

Oh well, looks like I need to relieve myself this morning just like always.

Time to take a bath in order to freshen myself up.

Sorry if this makes you disappointed, whatever you think may happen, didn't happen...okay?

Anyways...

Hopefully I could remember my real name during the bath time.

My name is Satou, and I'm probably the laziest person in the whole world, seeing that I can't seem to muster some kind of effort just to do something outside the survival necessities such as eating, sleeping, or other kinds of light recreational activities that doesn't require too much of a thought in order to enjoy it. Yup, can't really take that much of heavy shit that's going on the hype recently. On top of it all, I'm practically a non-conformist as I tend to disagree with the general opinion on so many things considered.

Call me a hipster if you will, oh and if I might add again...lazy hipster would probably fit things out a lot more.

Recently I've been trying to find some clues pertaining the existence of a certain place which is known as the 'Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples' yeah that's right, no need to rephrase myself, that kind of quirky name for a mansion will probably linger in your memory for a lengthy amount of time even when you've just heard it for the first time in your life.

So, what motivates me to finally muster an effort in order to look for this kind of place that seem to belong in a fictional world? It might be the result of the pain-pleasure theory that's coined by the BDSM masters; putting it simply the principle tells us that we're most likely to do things when there's a hope for the greatest amount of pleasure conceivable while we're currently trying to run away from the worst pain imaginable.

Truly sounds like BDSM if I put it in that way, and speaking of which, so many people in this world were getting really masochistic lately, but let's leave them for now as I do not want to intrude on their perverted activities any longer than I already am.

In my own words, this place called 'Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples' might be the epitome of paradise coined by the laziest people who believed that they will experience the pinnacle of pleasure and self-fulfillment by sticking around on their true ways - and in my case, it's mostly about lazing around and doing nothing most of the time while trying to search for the ways to attain my own personal enlightenment, mostly signified by the point-of-pursue pertaining how to do things without feeling that you're actually making effort at all.

It feels much better if I conserve the entire fractions of my lifeforce energy for the rest of my lifetime, as the over-extended consumption of this resource might cause the deterioration of my mental and physical condition, which further caused the progression of aging, not to mention of the stress that keeps piling up while you're currently undergoing this so-called endeavor of piling up the hard works of labor onto accomplishing things that you didn't even want to do for the first place.

Well that's just me though, and I'm currently speaking of this nonsensical assumption with the perspective limited to the laziest people only. And if you think you're enough of a hard worker that you will spend the rest of your life working yourself out to death for the things you might love but mostly hate, feel free to skip reading this. Ah, you might also want to continue reading for your own amusement, trying to laugh at this pathetic attempt of justifying a social reject's perspective about his own view concerning life and work itself. Feel free to laugh, and I'll try my best to keep the later passages as amusing as possible for you people.

Meanwhile, let's move on to another topic.



It was once a belief that when you don't work, you don't eat. But let's take a broader perspective on what we refer to as 'work' and you will notice soon enough that I tend to take the kind of different meaning than most people tend to pick for the sake of being pretentiously edgy. Well, jokes aside it kind of grants me the delusional sense of freedom that I'm not really controlled like some kind of puppet, so let's just keep at it for now.

In my own definition, this 'work' doesn't necessarily mean as a job, or things that we reluctantly do just to make some money in order to sustain our pathetic life, that's not really it.

If you're not actually a masochist in any kind of perspective, it truly contradicts the premise that people love working because they derive pleasure from things that made them utterly miserable for the rest of their lives.

So let's put this 'work' term on a much broader perspective. And, in order to make this term less ambiguous, let's use the word 'action' instead.

Those who don't work, don't eat. When people don't eat, they will eventually die.

So, when people don't work, they will eventually die.

There's many people who were unemployed and spent the majority of his life doing nothing at all, like me for example, I still could eat three times a day on regular basis. But, let's just put this in a different way...if I couldn't muster an effort no matter how dire the circumstances that were forcing me to take action, to eat something in order to satiate my hunger pangs, I will eventually die from starvation.

How did I get the money if I didn't work? And then it's definitely the fruit of someone else's hard labor, and you're just poking fun of them while they're working so hard just for you. What a stupid idiot, you should go kill yourself.

If you're saying that, you definitely don't understand the logic of this world. I mean, I've got this tree which grows money in my apartment's balcony. And it adjust themselves so every fruit will grow out to become the currently used $ 10 bill, some of them also varied from $1, $5, $20, or even $100.

No, I didn't have to even bother to work things on it, no need for fertilizer, no need for watering, no need for weed killing. And furthermore, no need to safeguard it as people who try to steal it for me, all of them were already killed miserably by the flurry of sharp vines protruding from the array of pots from the money tree. Well I could use them as my personal security guard by also placing them beside the door and various other places, as it doesn't really need sunlight too.

Well I guess you're right, I also worked things out by giving an effort to place the pots in such a way which will guarantee the security of my entire place.

No, I didn't buy it. It's sorta appeared in the middle of nowhere on my room while I was fapping to tentacle rape doujins just like that.

If things got too deep even for you. Remember that there's always the things called passive income, meaning you will receive stable sums of money even while you're not working. Though the implementation might be even more complex than it does seem, well it's basically too complex for me so I might as well skip that out.

Whether you agreed with me or not, I will hereby conclude that this 'work' term were basically about doing things that will result in something.

And what I'm trying to accomplish lies in the exploitation of the Inertia theory which I'm going to explain to you next.

There's a thought which lies in my head, why some people would be able to do things so easily while accomplishing such incredulous results, without even breaking a sweat at all. While most of us were still stuck working on the similar problem which stressed us to death, and we still couldn't accomplish anything at all.

Some things, to us, require a stupendous amount of effort to initiate, and the results wouldn't be all that pretty, while some things appear really easy for us to do even though many other believe it's impossible for them to even think of doing it. It might have something to do with the person's degree of inertia while subjected to some tasks; when it feels impossible to accomplish, it means that the inertia were too high for that person to initiate that kind of action with the 'natural state of energy' he could muster.

And so, it results with no action at all, or even procrastination and the utter unwillingness to do that action, it mostly depends on the circumstances.

I think that might be all for now, I'll probably disclose about my perspective on this thing called the 'natural state of energy' on the next occasion.

You know, it's a given that you won't succeed in this life unless you tried out some of these underhanded methods, and furthermore – able to get away with it because even the laws won't be able to reach out their unforgiving hands to you at all. There's so many kinds of ways in order to escape the reaches of the law with a legal way, but that kind of method was kept hidden from the ignorance of the general population. That's a fate for those who wouldn't be able to walk the path that was deemed by many as 'the righteous one', if you want to upheld your idealism knowing that you won't succeed in the normal way – that leaves the exploitation of malice and deception for your own sense of fulfillment.

There's already so many people that were doing it as of late, and even though so many people complained and criticized their actions – they couldn't do anything worth shit. When you're powerful enough, it's a given that you're basically untouchable, brimming with the sense of freedom to trample against those that were much weaker – with a kind of tolerance not to anger the superior ones, except when you're already at the very top; when everyone starts hating you for no reason, and all you could do was just smile and gloat over how their hatred only did seem to you as entertainment.

That aside, let's have a surprise as for today. When everything concerning the love of power wouldn't matter, you wouldn't have to worry about it in the first place. Instead, let's just focus about Love and Peace, which upholds freedom at the highest extent.

In other words, it would be a pleasure to oneself on trying to abandon the material world in its whole to become a hippie. Learn the true way – the hippie way.



And so on you would naturally came across many groups of people who would be happy to smoke a load of dope, sing and dance everyday, causing riots and got arrested by the authorities on top of that. The kind of adventures you get as you kept on driving your trailer across the countryside, stopping by at any of these Vegan restaurants because you're pretty much had given up on eating meat because of that Love and Peace slogan, no more hurting the animals for your own meal.

Well, you could still kill off the annoying insects and the others, you just thought that eating them would be miserable and disgusting – that's the way of the Vegan Hippies.

Every morning you would check on your fridge, about the supplies of fruits and vegetables – if there's any you would drink the healthy fruit juice after stuffing them all inside the mixer; with their skin left unpeeled, as it's rich in fibers. And if there's nothing of these, you will automatically find yourself drifting at the nearby convenience stores in the middle of your roadway on the cross-country trip, trying to buy the stock of these goodness for at least two weeks.

You've got that portable modem with a decent internet connection with your laptop, and that's basically how you earn money by investing it on the internet business; checking your PayLap account at some occasion and then stop regularly at the nearest ATM Machine in order to pull out some dough.

Good times indeed.

This is the lonesome road trip with you and your musical instruments, on your quest to write some songs about a lonely hippie going on the psychedelic trip across the country, well you're not alone anymore as your hippie little brother Bob had been keeping tabs on what's happening while he's on his photography adventure trying to hit on every landmarks in this colossal country; he's the one driving and you will just try to kill time by writing songs and independently recording your stuff at the back portion of the trailer with your Lo-Fi gadgets that will produce a sound so indie and rad – it instantaneously gave you a street creed because of the raw sound you produced with your own mixing and producing skills.

You're basically doing everything in the next EP you're going to release about three months later as a digital download, and you would also support the distribution of your works through the file sharing sites as long it's for a non-profit goal – for the sake of sharing by itself. Then you would use the kind of marketing which will introduce you towards the masses as an indie artist who currently lives his life to the fullest and won't really care about the sales, only about making the kind of music which speaks from the heart – that way people would be more interested, especially those who hated mainstream music to the core – you would definitely be smart enough to try and take your chance, in order to make them your devoted fan; that, as long you managed to stay true to your own musical philosophies, and so on you would become more accomplished in your musical career while your fans will still appreciate and cherish your work as long its delivered 'straight from the heart'.

And so as you're basically clueless about what kind of EP will you release even after spending about half a year down the trailer drive journey, it suddenly struck you an idea about how to create a masterpiece release based on yourself being ultimately clueless. After releasing about five studio albums, three EP's, two demo albums, eleven bootlegs, and seven live albums, with twelve other unofficial releases in the past six years, many of your fans already told you to take some rest already. They were basically afraid that your inspiration and quality would go downhill, and the new guys would be confused on what album to listen to first because you already had such large portfolio of work in such short time.

Even if many of your works had been deemed as a 'critically-acclaimed masterpiece' there's still a hunger which lies in your heart – to finally create what you deem to be a true masterpiece according to you and your esoteric musical soul. In order to make your entire musical journey complete before finally calling it off a day in a planned hiatus spanning about one year, where you will finally be back at your parents' home, socializing with your old high school friends whom you left for so many years, because you decided to become an Indie Rock artist rather than going to University right after the high school graduation.

And so, the inspiration finally struck during one certain day when you finally took a dump in your trailer's restroom.

You decided to name your upcoming EP with the infamous title.

'Dudu'

It's about the romantic philosophical contemplation between a man and a toilet, the significance of the activity of someone taking a dump in the toilet to gain the wealth of inspiration as of late.

You then will proclaim it to be your greatest masterpiece before hiatus.

But there you realized that you haven't fapped for today.

So you decided to fap instead, gradually forgetting about working on the next release as the time goes.

Oh well, they already told you to rest for a long while now, haven't they?

"Hey there Overmind, please tell me more about Narrator K."

I've heard the voices coming from inside my thought while I was taking the bath, trying to remember the gist of my own past; the realization of everything that had happened way back, by then I'll just hope that everything will come to reveal itself.

"Overmind...did you hear me?"

Again that voice comes again, judging by the feminine tone which this voice spoke, it really reminds me of a Narrator with special qualities; which is the ability to provide the level of affection and adorable-ness that someone else couldn't deliver.

"Is that you...Narrator A?"

"Yes, but please answer something about Narrator K...I'm pretty much dying to know about it."

She seems to be a girl, a cute one on top of that, just hearing her voice makes me want to cuddle her. And even though the Narrators actually had no gender, it's their personalities which made me able to discern them whether as a boy or a girl.

"Umm....Overmind? You're soaping your large breasts so lewdly...and what's that thing popping under the bubble below your stomach? Nyuuu..."

"Please don't divert the flow of conversation, Alba."

That was really perverted.I didn't realize it but it soon made my face felt incredibly hot...did...I have that kind of body, actually? No..must focus...

The incident with that maid earlier caused my entire body to feel weird, it's much different than what I thought to be my usual; it's not that easy to calm it down, and when the stimulus came again to re-ignite the feeling, I can feel that my body temperature starts rising all of sudden.

Wait, did I said something else besides telling her to focus...let's see...

"Nyaaa? Ah, you finally had given me a name...I'm so happy!"

It seems like, it's hard enough to keep her from moving between topics while we're trying to have a conversation. What's more, it's her who started out that topic, why am I the one telling her to stay on topic instead!

Oh wait, did she really divert the conversation that much?

"Hey Alba, I know that Narrator K is cool and such, but don't you want to know more about Satou? He's like your big brother after all."

"Who cares? He will still be lazing around all day and blabber about tons of philosophical nonsense like that."

"......"

Your guess weren't really off the mark. Knowing him, even forever wouldn't be enough to make him start looking for this 'Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples'. For a moment, I didn't know how the heck I came up with that name anyway. At that time, I probably forgot to take my medication, so yeah...

"So, why are you asking this? Did you like him after all? That Narrator K...I mean, Kaminski."

"No, of course not. Because the one I liked is you, and I also liked girls too! Well, I just thought of him as a hero of some sort and his rebellious acts were really inspiring...so I'm wondering if I became assertive like him..I would be able to attain myself in the World of Fiction too?"

My mind freezes when she just said 'the one I liked is you'

"Please bear with it until now okay? When I got to your place I'll make sure to relieve you every d---"

"Stop it, that's perverted."

Okay then, what should I talk about Kaminski? I didn't really like his self-righteous attitude so let's just switch to Satou.



"Zzzzzz......zzzz...."

Please wake up Satou...I'm really in a pinch here.

Geez, it seems this guy were so carefree, he's definitely had been living such a peaceful life, that's one of the qualities which I kind of envy him the most.

Oh well, it seems that I've got to do something about Alba rather than making me have to go through all the trouble again of trying to tell the stories I didn't felt like telling.

Until then, I shall bring this chapter towards an unfortunate end, see you next time!

Sometimes I wonder, why am I so attracted to the prospect of pursuing the artistic endeavors? Knowing full well that I won't be able to live a wealthy life, forever doomed to spend the lifetime of poverty, sadness, solitude, not to mention being ridiculed and mocked by so many others who thought that material attainment as the most honorable success for man.

To myself, I thought that there's so many more things to achieve rather than wallowing in the greed of material wealth, you could say there's also the intellectual wealth and spiritual wealth, which in turn would fulfill the desires of those who wants it.

Well it does seem too complex for my brain to understand, but I think I know the reason why am I so attracted to the works of art – it's because there's so many people who influenced me to live in my own true way – through their honest and sincere works. It's something I can't understand in many other fields of study which I mostly deem as tedious and uninspired.

Maybe, and just maybe...if it were to be presented in such way that we're able to fully appreciate the profoundness and the majestic beauty whom that field of study inherently holds, we would be able to finally attain the affection needed in order to learn that kind of expertise with joy and passion, rather than wallowing in depression due to oneself being forced to look upon things they dislike – just like being reprimanded to appreciate a kind of entertainment they find utterly tedious and tiresome to appreciate to its fullest.

It's probably part of my own nature that i won't be able to appreciate something which looks ugly inside-out, and that I would reject their very existence just because they look dull and hideous; although if you tried to contemplate about the hidden meaning which inspired the creation of that intellectual movement, and what did these passionate experts on that field actually thought of - which made them feel so inspired in order to sharpen their comprehension of the selected study towards the highest extent, I think it will ultimately came to a realization that what's hideous and beautiful is all relative based on our paradigms and perceptions.

I realized one matter which holds upon a grave importance. I knew full well that whether we love something or not, it cannot really be forced upon just because we deem it to be convenient for our own welfare, that's pretty much the reason why I originally choose to rebel against what was originally thought to be an ideal way of living my own life.

But there lies one more question about my own actions, might it be just because I never tried to open my heart to these things I hated with passion, which made things ended up this way? Well, I tried many times before but still can't bring myself to study it with passion, let alone studying it out of desperation and because the system needs me to learn it.

If there's one wish I want to make right at this moment, I wanted for my eyes to be wide open; so I could clearly witness the hidden beauty that lies within these field of study which always seem to pop around my daily life when I kept trying to forget those.

Until then, I'll be waiting with utmost patience until the time finally comes; when I could at least break away to attain the righteous freedom which I desired.

I will name this time of waiting as the period where 'The New Math' finally came to life.

And by the birth of this powerful force, hopefully the sleeping giant within me will be awake soon enough.

Blood, tons of blood. That's the things which came to my mind whenever I contemplated about the times of living of these groups of people whom I refer to as the 'Envoy of Truth'. The attainment of the things they call 'ultimate truth' were actually a kind of arduous journey – I repeat, a very long and arduous journey with countless sacrifices made on the way.

But you see, it probably won't make a single difference in this world we live in, unless someone dared to convey it openly; it's a far different story than those who lived for the sake of ultimate spiritual attainment, and firmly decided to keep it for themselves, hiding it from the vast majority whom they deem as indomitably clueless and ignorant.

The bravery to finally express their thoughts and their very interpretations of what might be called 'the ultimate truth' would oftentimes yield to what I oftentimes refer to as blood; tales where countless drops of blood had been spilled down to this mother earth, painting the pages of our very history to what we will ultimately call..

Bloody Red Crimson.



"You know, Satou. I had been living as an author for so many years already, and I will tell you this over and over again; being a published author means you have to think of the ideas that would sell! The things that would be acceptable to tons of people; as groundbreaking as possible, and would inspire them without making themselves deviating from the moral and ethical codes."

The person I'm talking with right now is my uncle, he goes by the initial TC.

"And what does it had anything to do with me, old geezer? Cut some slack off, did I ever told you that I want to be an author? I'd rather become a social reject and will still be proud of it!"

I will deem myself as the one who will keep all of the ultimate truth to myself, because I'm always afraid of expressing my very thoughts to random strangers; which would ultimately yield to my own death if I'm not careful enough. No, I'm not afraid of the death itself, but mostly it would come with a very painful torture, and that's the kind of aspect which I couldn't stand in the slightest.

"Hey you stupid brat, I know full well that you're definitely lying; yer eyes were the reflection of yer very soul, ain't it? How many times did ya ever tried to look me in the eye when we chatted countless times?"

Sigh...this old fart, he sure knows how to be sharp at a wrong time.

"You know pops, it's because you look so fucking ugly that I refuse to get my eyes burned by staring at you directly."

Oh well, he knows that I actually lied to him most of time. But I'm just trying to pull his leg for one last time, before I finally had given up on reaching that dream.

"Y-YOU..."

He slammed his fist down the table we're currently sitting at; a quiet Coffee Shop amidst some rural town where he lived in solitude, trying his best everyday to churn out tons of groundbreaking ideas that never seen the light of day.

The sound that his fist made upon contact with the table were that loud enough to alert the quiet elderly couples who were sitting nearby, in addition of a couple of townspeople who happened to drop by, and just trying to spend their peaceful time sipping a delicious cup of coffee.

It soon becomes clear enough; they started to take a notice of our private conversation, which made things seem truly awkward and uncomfortable.

"Easy...easy, pops. I'm just joking after all, you know how much I adore this masculine beard of yours."

"Tch!"

Maybe I shouldn't have done this after all. Though his attitude did struck me by surprise because he usually wasn't the type to become so agitated at the slightest impetus which would incite the feelings of resentment, especially from those who had similar interests and strong bond formed over the years, on top of that.

"Ah..I'm sorry folks, I just happen to anger my uncle..."

There I stood up and began to talk things out with the people around me.

"N-no, it's nothing dear...please go on with your conversation."

Even though the elderly couple said that, they came back to their seats and then whispered something which I didn't really want to hear, that goes the same as the bunch of townspeople who sat a bit faraway from us.

"Hey pops, go finish your coffee quickly, we're going to go back."

"Mind your own business."

And then I realized that he's actually the one who had been averting his sight from my eyes all this time.



That was some brief recollection about my last meeting with uncle.

I know full well that he's lying about himself being a published author, well..it's not really a lie. As his works were all 'self-published' in a kind of indie way, because he was too afraid for entering the mainstream industry. And all of the bullshits about making a story that will sell, I know this is one of the made-up blasphemy because it does sound nothing like him after all.

The entirety of his life from his youth until now were spent in poverty and isolation, he refused to receive any of the financial relief from his relatives until it did come to an urgent moment where even he would have to stomp on his pride and beg for mercy, because he didn't know how to do anything besides writing out his thoughts and feelings.

He never had a romantic relationship, ever, and so there's not even a single loving care of a woman – besides those in the fictional media and other forms of entertainment, ever managed to touch his withered heart.

What about his writings? I've never read any of them because its distribution were really underground, and he never let me read any of these; possibly because he's afraid of letting one of his family members know about the true nature behind his stern appearance.

Oh well, it's been a while since I've heard about him. Let's just hope that nothing bad happens.

Don't ever become a part of the 'Bloody Red Crimson', uncle. Even though you might be a creepy old fart, please don't die on me so I could mock you with whatever I had in mind until I become bored of it.

Really.

In accordance towards the various theories regarding the evolution of our retarded civilization, there had been many scientifically-proven theories regarding where we originally belong to; that this Earth we lived in, were once belonged to one great continent called Pange – which was populated by the ancient species which greatly intrigues us in our search for the ultimate knowledge; a lost chain belonging to the past times; holding it to a regard that all of us were ultimately evolved from...

A pair of nipples.

Which would be able to divide by zero, solve all the limits and continuity problems regardless of the scope and the pertaining equations as long it's inside the 'pair of nipples' domain, and you will soon find yourself fond enough to enjoy these portable titties in your shoe – saying, there's a boob on my boot that feels pretty much like a bunch of boob. It feels squeaky clean and it kind of felt motherly when you rub it with the back of your feet, the motherly feelings which by itself is a byproduct of the lost chain – a missing piece of puzzle in the entire breakthrough of our studies regarding evolution.

We evolved into beings with higher intellect through the influence of a PAIR OF TITTIES! It was the source which made us want to fondle these big breasts, and we were deeply aroused to that kind of milk; it had been accounted in a scientific report that our growth and health would be optimized when we thought of that pair of titties in the box; nicely wrapped, with the beautiful cover and many other special edition bonuses if you would like to pre-order. More will come at the year-end sale and special events where you would be able to do positions you would only dare to dream of inside these pornographic flicks.

As much as It had stimulated our brain, therefore fueling our desire to become the very best just for a pair of titties, there had been one more determining substance which yields its purpose as the catalytic substance towards the vast evolution of our intelligence – we will call it Colostrum. It was rich in the vitamins and minerals, and all the other nutrients for the brain's growth, and the continuous feeding of this substance would utterly result in the vast development of the brain.

Please take note that it doesn't really make that person smarter, it's more of the education and conditioning which produces a genius or a complete idiot; this method of breeding just increases the scientifically-calculated potential on how the brain could learn things, for example, learning how to farm the pair of portable titties in a Hothouse and then use it to mass-produce Colostrum Milk, dominating the food and beverage industry with the five-star byproduct of it.

First of all, let us begin the official World Domination Campaign by kidnapping the kids with high IQ from their utterly stupid parents, telling them that their children was gifted and the young'uns would be trained for a galactic program in order for them to be a future messenger between us and the aliens who speak in mathematical equations and forgot how to masturbate within each 3.14 hours because it's a pain in the ass to add that complex equation involving the sexually arousing emotions and the back-and-forth elevator motion which is widely use to brought forth a feeling of escalation, just like smoking loads of crack that skyrockets you into the outer space, ultimately ending up with gentle anal rape.

Anyway, considering all the bullshit scenarios just to fascinate these stupid parents, we will exploit these smart children by labeling them as an 'Indigo Child', and using them as an example, we will market our products using them as a major selling point, telling them it's because of our products and our training program, they will be able to achieve sensational results, and that everyone could do the same if they believed in their capabilities. That's actually the truth, everyone can do it if they try, but it all remains as a probability until one finally accomplishes it.

We all know that every parents wants their children to be the greatest property ever that would made them feel the proudest, they want their little kids to be superhuman! And so we will provide them false hopes that every kid could be imbued with inhuman abilities just by ordering our new Colostrum Milk product. Order now! Super Mega Ultra limited edition available for the first 100 purchases, contains the richest amount of Colostrum available; 314 percent more delicious and nutritious than any milk you had ever drank in your life!

Research suggests that 10 from 10 children, whilst being tested in cognitive abilities, had resulted in a sudden increase of IQ from 120 into 1500! Ain't that great? Your children will had an IQ of 1500 if they drink this. We all know the very best for what every smart parents would want for their prodigy kids!



"Huh, what the fuck am I reading?"

This is Satou, and I'm currently reading an article filled with blasphemy on the internet.

Seriously? I thought it was by a mere coincidence that my neighbor had an IQ of 1500 and he seems to be boasting about it a lot, though nobody really gives a damn it about it. Because you know...

IQ = Ignorance Quotient

for some people.

Ignorance level of 1500 eh, it means the level of his ignorance had reached the Legendary status; it means that he's even more obnoxious than the gods who thought that all people should worship them 24 hours per day; all year long. That's pretty laughable considering the modernism of this society in regards of the rapid development of followers in Atheism, Satanism, Nihilism, and Postmodernism.

Oh well, all that's left was just to check out the person himself.

............

"Ah, it's you Satou, what is it this time? Do you want me to help you fix things out around your apartment again?"

For the account, he's pretty skilled in mechanics and he didn't even ask for any payment at all; though I oftentimes gave him some kind of reward by buying him some lavish foods that I rarely ever ate because it looks to grand for me. Guess every person has their own good points huh.

"Not this time, if I may ask...is it true that your IQ is about 1500?"

"Sob....sob..."

Then he starts crying all of sudden.

"What the hell man?"

"You're...the....first...person in the world to ask me that."

"Sigh...so is it true after all?"

"I..don't know, I'm not confident of it anymore. The last time I checked on the mark, it looks like the last two zeros at the 1500 IQ mark were scribbled using a pen...but I didn't really know what it means but, I felt like my whole life is just a lie."

Well, it looks like I just crack up on the inside and I want to contain my laughter so much.

"Your whole life is a lie indeed, now please do me a favor and kill yourself, okay?"

"Thank you, but how do I kill myself?"

"Go suffocate yourself through autofellatio or something, don't ask me."

Then I left him dumbfounded in his own apartment.

Though on the next day...there's someone who knocks on the entrance door so loudly that it made me felt restless this morning.

"Hey there Satou, what is autofellatio? Could you teach me?"

Sigh, I should have told him to jump off the balcony from his apartment room instead.

Cliched quote of the day.

"In this world where forces of evil and darkness fought together, I realized one thing; there is neither good, evil, nor darkness – there's only toilets, and we're all toilets."

The cold wind blowing across the rooftops of some skyscraper building in the middle of nowhere, and standing on the top of it; amidst this wintry gust of wind blowing forth, lies two people facing each other which would ultimately made you look dumbfounded.

It appears to be a bunch of muscular bald man who apparently love each other, did that mean they're definitely homosexuals? No, of course not; it does appear to me in the medical records that they're transgendered males who decided to keep their mangina for fashion purposes. And besides that, in order to promote a healthy spiritual vegan way, they decided to use organically synthesized veggie products in a somehow disturbing manner; especially those with a kind of prickly object like cucumbers that were being gratuitously used in a phallic way.

Glad they didn't ate meat or at least someone or something will gave upon them an impetus to stick up these lobsters or even swordfishes towards the crack of th---

"THIS IS A BATTLE OF LIFE!"

"THIS IS A BATTLE OF LOVE!"

Well what the fuck? Both of these muscular man dashed forth with such force from their starting point, amidst the view of falling snow – some of it had been piled down to the ground, to the point it partly covered their figures; their shallow breathing which is a mix of panting and moaning like a walrus, probably due to the sexual excitement which makes them more like a Tupperware; a slow motion moment had played for no reason whatsoever, greatly failing to look cool and astounding; the camera panning at one of the baldies' shoes, just for the sake of petty advertising as it highlights the brand of a notorious shoemaker for fashionable homosexuals.

Wait...I've got the same kind of shoe in my shoe locker, I even bought the three sets limited ultra gay edition of it! Besides that, I wore them almost everyday – the sandals for everyday stroll, the running shoes in case I want to jog around in the morning, and then....DAMN WHY AM I THE ONE ADVERTISING THIS!

....guh...

........

..........

And then what I didn't understand, why did they rotate the camera over and over for about 45 seconds and stop time all of sudden in the actual scene when these baldies had raised their feet, partly kicking the ground which made the snowy white particle flew around the air, and it seems to stop partway when the arrays of shiny white particle gathered around these people in some pattern which incites homoerotic thoughts...well at the second thought, these kind of fiddlesticks must be computer-generated for it to happen, I'm sure of it. Such is the power of the onslaught that is the Digital Age, it is.

"Let's fake a creampie using this man, it will appeal to tons of fans who want to use it as a masturbation material."

Did I just hear it? Did I just heard this kind of utterly blasphemous commentary? Oh damn it the producers must be some bunch of crazy nincompoops in order to come up with this scenario.

SMOOCH.....KISSS....LICK....LICK.....

"I love you..."

"I love you too, sweetheart..."

WHAT THE FUCK? They haven't really battled yet, let alone pull punches against each other in this so called 'battle of life and love fueled by masochism'. Oh right, speaking of computer-generated thingy, I don't know that I'm actually watching an anime right now.

Well it's not really an anime though, just a DVD featuring the compilations of

'Top 1 000 000 Gayest Scenes in Anime You Have Never Watched'

That sounds pretentiously edgy just like me, and so that's what made me buy it in order to get as hip as possible, thinking outside the box, the masses, so I could self-proclaim myself as a higher entity.

Though the truth is, there's like some other two million people who apparently bought the same DVD, marking the title as one of the most controversial best selling Anime DVD's out there. Possibly the ones buying this, they were fueled by a similar motive to mine, on being ridiculously pretentious just for the sake of being pretentious, and that they would think they were much better than anyone else.

But in my case, I felt like a fucking idiot for actually watching it from about five hours ago. I don't know that a DVD could have some sort of hundreds of hours running time of high-definition video with top notch animation quality in addition of the surround sound support. Though, why on earth did they publish this grand quality of a DVD only to feature the gayest scenes ever?

I don't know if this was one of the attempts form the industry while they're basically trying too hard in order to break free from the usual stereotypes of the usual mainstream product, but I could see myself easily falling for their 'groundbreaking' marketing strategies.

Well, you see, it's kind of priced like five dollars and the store's were pretty much just a distance of my usual walk from my place. It seems that they want to chart the highest selling rate possible just to break the world record - furthermore, with a ridiculous product like that - I mean, the DVD's just started to be on sale yesterday and I'm surprised that they managed to chart about millions of dollars in profit regardless of this kind of suicidal marketing strategy.

Well, if I think about it, this will be a brilliant, albeit expensive, the masterpiece act which in turn will greatly troll the entire world.



"Sigh...."

Sometimes I wonder why nowadays the anime industry basically tries too hard in order to make things uber creative, amazing, out of box, and all of these post avant-garde bullshit nonsense or something like that just because it would greatly sell like super dildos after being smeared with tacos; and that the market want things to be as original as possible, and the least amount of cliche would result in the mass denigration of the peculiar franchise.

Ever wondered the time when anime was still cool? When it's about the re-usage of cliches and stereotypical formulaic scenarios over and over again, with tons of cute girls catering to tons of different fetishes, along with having myriads of daring fanservices to sizzle our minds out. When things seem to have blatantly nonsensical plotlines so the main heroines could get into tons of embarrassing scenes, and that it would greatly benefit the doujin artists in the events such as Comic Markets when they will draw doujins featuring lots of Yuri, Tentacle Rape, Futanari, and the Large Insertion of Phallic Objects into the Neighbor's Potted Palm Whilst Rapidly Urinating at the Outer Space.

I wondered when was the time when anime were there for our guilty pleasure, just like the times when we watched these harem shows and often would self-insert ourselves in the awkward fanservice shots where we would get into tons of sodomy scenes with a bearded fat man, and that we will attain the harem of cactus with incredibly small genitalia along with various STDs.

And that anime when someone who's big, black, and muscular often fantasizes about being a little girl and often will wonder around random trains waiting to be molested by a super ultra giant dildo that pierces the heavens above.

Good times, good times indeed...it would also seem that the nostalgia won't just stop right at this moment, for example have you---

"AHHHHH....An-chan....it's full, I can't hold it any longer...."

"It's okay...please let it all out...in my muscular hunk....wink....wink..."

DAMN..........IT BURNS............IT BURNS!!!!

Am I seeing these two naked werewolf guys urinating on each other?

...........what?

Wait.

......

....................

.................................

For no apparent reason I kept on watching this abomination of DVD, oh my...

On a second thought, maybe dinner could wait for later.

It was one day in some afternoon when I walked towards the convenience store once again, just like the last time and the time before that.

The continuous motion of the soles belonging to my dilapidated sandals scratching against the ground, signalling the nature of its deterioration once again – though it ultimately comes to no avail as I kept ignoring its plea for eternal rest. Along with that, there's also the faint sound of trickling rain, not so heavy as to make a downpour nor that mellow as it wouldn't bother you so much whilst walking with an umbrella atop your head.

In my case, I also had my same old fellow who protected me so many times at the moments when these downpour of heavy rains had befallen me. We seem to always be together for quite a long time already; me, my umbrella, and my sandals.

"Don't you guys want to take your eternal rest already?"

That's what I'm telling them in depths of my thoughts, as talking to them out loud in midst of the streets would drove in bunch of curious onlookers to me with a somewhat bewildered expression on their ugly faces. The impression you got when you're mostly alone; their faces just seem strange and morbid from your own perception, yet you probably couldn't deny the fact that they might possibly deem you as an interesting bunch to watch just like some weird circus animal for their own personal amusement.

Walking in between these mild rain under a deteriorated umbrella, sandals, and even old clothes having various stitches all around would most likely made oneself thought of me as an outcast – the term commonly used when referring to people with little to no social life, not counting these which you often experienced on the interwebs.

There I fixated the position of my own glasses as I took a deep breath, glancing towards the entrance of that convenience store few meters ahead in front of me.

Under the awning of this place, protected from these streams of rain, I folded my umbrella back, then walked inside the store; probably for getting some grub and beverages; wasting my time in here until the rain finally subsides, as I got a bad feeling when I witnessed that the rainfall got much more intense along with the escalated speeds of wind blowing which even made the trees, several yards afar from the store, swaying bit by bit from its originally fixated position; deeply entrenched down the ground.



"Welcome!"

Several attendees stood behind the cashier, shouting out in unison with a warm sounding tone as I stepped inside this place, walking through the automatic doors – the one made of thick glass structure which made oneself able to see what's inside; the walls around the entrance parts were also made of thick glasses, and as this place was also brightly illuminated – in contrast to the kind-of-dark surroundings on the outside, it would made oneself think of this place as a safe haven in midst of this dark, cold, and unprotected outside world.

That's not really an exaggeration, as I slowly but surely felt myself being at home under the care of these people.

.....

............

"Here."

I brought up a bottle of beer towards the cashier, and after paying up quite a sum of money that's left remaining on my wallet, I paced towards one of the seats down the first floor.

"Thanks for your patronage!"

It's the same old line as always, seeing as I made quite an expensive purchase which would greatly benefit themselves, though the same couldn't really be said about my own budget.

Still, it doesn't change the fact that I love drinking beer, especially the bittersweet taste of it, along with the feeling of warmth as the liquid starts pouring down my throat. This kind of comfortable feeling, being thoroughly at home with your beer in this place and the contrasting atmosphere of heavy rainfall on the outside, it kind of gave me an experience that's hard to describe with words alone.

Placing the umbrella I'm currently holding on the table, I took a deep breath as I held the beer bottle in my other hand. It's been a while since I last drank quite an amount of alcohol; the last time I ended up being hospitalized because of various complications regarding my unhealthy diet and lifestyle. As much as I love drinking, that experience kind of gives me the trauma whether to continue this activity again, as even though my alcohol tolerance was pretty high, it's my stomach which couldn't really stand the abrasive effects these alcoholic beverages gave me.

Based on the doctor's diagnosis, I had suffered an internal bleeding of the stomach which made me pretty much lose my appetite along with having serious troubles while trying to take a dump, with my urine being really dark-brownish in color which really creeps me out. I remembered how my mother, not knowing that I'm drinking alcohol for quite a bit of time, keeps reprimanding me to drink more and more water until the point I felt really sick to drink them at all.

Having a high fever which in turn made my body felt so cold, quivering about restlessly even with the thick blanket enveloping me. And how I have to stay on the hospital bed for a quite long while; it made my entire body muscles felt ore and cramped.

To top it all off, the only food I am able to eat was just rice porridge, and I remembered pretty well that, at that time, almost every food tasted awful. But thank goodness after about one week or so, I had finally been released from the hospital, spending quite a lot of time being unable to do anything significant regardless trying my best to recover.

Then I realized one very important thing.

The bottle in front of me has yet to be opened.

If it were already open by now, I would be chugging up all of the contents of this bottle, regardless of the implications which would eventually made me felt remorseful about that haphazard way of deciding things without thinking.

"Guess I'll go ask for the plastic bags then."

To my surprise, there's nobody in sight when I turned around; not even the attendees present, nor any customers that which I had seen before that could be seen browsing through the items just earlier.

But then I had this strong urge to check what's behind the counter.

"Guhhh...."

It brought about a feelings of utter shock and morbidity as I found all of these people, the attendees and the customers – all of them lying there motionless, with not even a single hint of breathing left. Furthermore, they seem to be grotesquely murdered in such a cruel way using a some kind of blunt weapon.

The sense of intense fright along with a chilling sensation behind my back frighteningly haunts me as I felt like there's someone who's watching me behind my back with a weapon ready.

They're ready to murder me for no apparent reason, just like what they did to those people.

Just right behind me, I could hear a faint, muffled voice, yet that alone was enough in order to freeze me up in place, unable to move a muscle.

Yet, whilst brimming with notion of desperately clutching towards my own safety...

I unzipped and dropped my pants up and began to furiously masturbate in front of the counter. To tell you the truth, I always want to do this for a long time; with my right hand doing the elevator motion and the left hand holding a bottle of beer. Then, as I started grinding my ding ding against the body of that bottle, I could hear the voices behind me vanish all of sudden.

And when I turned my back again, there's nobody to be seen; not even that murderer which still frighteningly gives me tons of chills on my back.

Due to force of curiosity, I tried looking around beyond the counter, the same place when I first witnessed seeing the results of a mass murder.

"Ahhhh....hooo....hooo.......hooo..."

Though this time, it's just an old man who's trying to pleasure himself using a bleeding corpse.

Right, that's cool.

"I guess I'd better return home before I finally lost it."

And so, as the rain had pretty much cleared up. I carried my beer bottle and the umbrella just like that, along with the experience of witnessing something that's even more disturbing than everything I had ever seen in my life.

Though this time around, I felt that my body had become much lighter, and that the world somehow feels much smaller.

Damn, I'd better hurry home fast before I started to think about the strangest things.

Wait, why am I still carrying this beer bottle? Oh yeah, I actually already paid for it so it's a pity just to throw it away, even if I actually want to give up drinking alcoholic beverages.

Oh well, I'll just say that this is a present to my uncle seeing as he likes to drink beer and such.

Just this day, I had been awakened by the loud sound of bells ringing about a few times; there was nothing much going on besides the fact that I currently lived on the clock tower this church has, and it's just from the priest's hospitality that I'm able to have a decent serving of food, drink, and electricity in order for me to live my everyday life which mostly were isolated in the depths of darkness.

In front of me, there's only a pen and lots of paper stacks which made me worry about what I could write as it's apparent enough for anyone to read this, especially the priest, as he's pretty strict in nature and might be quite intolerant to these vulgar things I often wrote while I was in my youthful days. Nah, that's just some few years ago, but since my freedom of expression had been taken away by the government's decree, it eventually had robbed me off all my youthful energy which was somehow plentiful in the distant past.

Even when I'm only just in my mid twenties, it does appear that I'm starting to think and act like a withered old man, only able to reminisce about the fragments of shattered past; there's nothing much in this life rather than the wide variety of recollections that becomes even more and more vague within each passing moment where I would as well pretend that I didn't even exist, that my existence were somehow diminished into a mere insignificance.

Yes, that was the cruel fate which I had to endure, an excruciating amount of pain from the times of youth – when oneself started to question each and every aspect that had already become the norm, which everyone seems to blindly follow; the knowledge and clarity which in turn would be my ultimate source of misfortune and adversary – at times I wished that I should remain ignorant about the vehement injustice that had been going about the scenery of those who held the presence of an indomitably strong power.

It was true enough that power tends to corrupt people, or putting it in another way, when someone had received a sum amount of power that enables them to control a portion of the world, just like it was just their plaything. We will know soon enough the true character of someone; give them the vast amount of power, making them a significant figure amongst the unruly masses, and their true quality will soon unfold. It's probably a well known fact, that in order to attain those power, we must went through the myriads of problems and setbacks which would require us to use plenty of deceptions and underhanded methods to gain our worth.

That deception itself was possibly the ones keeping the crowned figure himself atop his throne, gloating over his victory as the rightful ruler of this Kingdom.

And somehow, these methods becomes really acceptable in the current days of living, when chivalry and vigilance values degraded a total absurdity.

As many others put.

"Proclaiming your own chivalry means admitting oneself to being a hypocrite, there's always a hidden motive which every man has, and by being pretentiously chivalrous, one would eventually become even more gullible than everyone whom he labels of as a sinner as everything seem to be plunged into chaos in front of them. The same way which plunged the Crusaders and Paladins towards the eternal damnation of their kind."

This is the age when thieves and cheaters rule the entire society; when you're not crafty enough to outsmart others, you will always found yourself inside the turf of morbidity and demise. It was an unwritten rule which bared its fangs toward every single innocent minds that had been left out, just waiting to be corrupted.

And yet, what can I do? I'm just writing these paragraphs just to burn them away right after, so the government's dogs won't be able to sniff the remnants of this offensive remark towards them, and towards the society which they deem to be lowly enough to become their own personal sex slave in which they will rape everyday; in addition of stealing their money and dignity, also using them as the target to instill the feelings of depravity and the complete devastation of mind; the inhumane experience pertaining the degradation of humanity.

Maybe, and just maybe, I'm probably the biggest hypocrite amongst them all, because all I can do was just criticizing their values, and that I couldn't really do anything to change this society for the better; when people would be able to freely express their thoughts without the feelings of regret, that their actions would thereupon brought about a certain death.

"Just do everything that you can."

It's possibly the best answer available to all of my questions.

What I can do is....

"Zzzzzz....."

Yeah, guess I'll just eat, sleep, and fool around until the day I died. Then I might just write my thoughts out in a gibberish symbolic language and sold it to the museum as a kind of new Postmodernist form of art.

.....

DING.....DING....

It was that sound of bell again, this time it rang so loud, it made me felt terribly annoyed by it. And then I heard a whispering voice in my ear, which sounds so eerie to the point it frightens me out a lot.

"We will force yourself into subjugation through the power of sodomy."

Yeah, I'll just pretend I never hear that and finally went to sleep again.

This time the bell didn't rang again for a really long time, perhaps this might be a definite sign that I already went to afterlife, given that I never slept this long before as I've been continuously disturbed by the sound of bells.

Or not...

When I opened my eyes, I was already in a much different place, and it's creeping me out on how they call it with such strange name.

"The Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples."

From far away, I could still hear the sound of bells ringing, but now it sounds really distant, going away from my thoughts until it only became a part of my long-lost distant memory.

Still, even with all the annoyance caused by it for quite a long moment, each time I hear the ringing sounds of bells around me, it brought about a sense of nostalgia like never before.

Bell is the truth.

This wavering heart.

This troubled mind.

All of these distress originating from the passages of text lined together.

"Simply wanting things and being able to accomplish what you desired, from the surface it might appear as a similar thing, but when you look at it from up-close, you could see that it's very...very different. Achieving simple things is one thing, but when you're able to achieve things that most people could only dream about...that would be a totally different story."

That's one saying which I heard from not so long ago. Albeit short, the words still linger on the depths of my mind.

Tons of sacrifices must be made. For each moment, you would have to change yourself for the better as the dream seem to go away rather quickly, especially at the moment when you averted your eyes from it. Was this the feeling of regret that ultimately caused your despair? You wanted to go back to where your normal life was, when your future seem to be thoroughly planned by the system, and you didn't have to think much about it, not at all.

You will have many friends, not being completely alone in isolation as you are now, as your dream will be planned by the system, that you will have similar dreams as everyone else in the world.

What was that thing again? Going to the best school, graduate with the best grades, work in a prestigious company, getting a faithful and caring wife whose beauty will mesmerize you for so many years to come, and forever you will be united through all of these happiness and hardships. That also comes with devoting your very best to the community, your caring friends and colleagues, and your family who deserves their credit for making you the person you are now.

Life seems to be so easy when you tried looking at it from a glance, but when you're the one experiencing them all...it will eventually form a totally different opinion. It was the perilous factor called reality, which becomes the source of despair from the people who thought that the system would provide them with all of the necessities in life, without having to think too much about how will they proceed within these days that doesn't seem to go their way.

Each thing has their own shortcomings, that's what learned by far when I decided to follow my own beliefs, even though many people would deem me as stupid.



I have a longing to know whether there's a place called heaven in this world, the place where you could find the ultimate happiness basking in the warmth of joy and hospitality amongst the people in here. Where is the Stairway leading to it? For I do not want to wait that long until the time I finally died, I kept asking to nothingness for a clue, that which each and every time leads to another breed of confusion.

Sometimes I felt that my time was drawing near, and the reality starts closing down on me without mercy; it's only just recently that I contemplated on having a swift, painless death, proclaiming my deliverance from all of this demise I had experienced. Each step felt truly heavy even in my still youthful days as of late, and this face gets filled with tons of shame and guilt, unable to look at various people who already filled the space left in my memories of past.

And then one day, when I'm desperate enough in order to end all of this misery...a powerful sounding voice echoes from inside me.

"Do you wish to find this so-called Stairway to Heaven, young man? Keep in mind this pathway will be a nearly-endless amount of stairs leading to nowhere, and the journey through it will be painstakingly difficult. Even so, I hereby demand your answer, make it quick and definite."

Even so, I nodded regardless of that.

"Very well, I'm just joking about that. Your time has finally come, and let us finally depart towards the place of your ultimate destiny."

I don't remember anything much besides myself being enveloped in a blinding light which caused me to close my eyes in an instant.

And the next moment I found myself getting out of the bath inside a prestigious mansion.



"That was quite a long set of recollections, though I still haven't managed to know my real name yet."

And so on, I should get used to people calling me by the name 'Overmind'.

It's still kind of disturbs me, seeing this might be actually my first day at this mansion, yet that maid did call me 'Mistress'. I'm sorry that my sense of timeline gets completely screwed up, but it seems that my time had been stopped while I'm having some kind of contact with Satou on the previous chapters. Well how should I put it? It seems that I'm kind of dreaming about seeing a person named Satou, and contacting him whilst monitoring his daily life actions...err that sounds really creepy.

Then how about Kaminski? How come did I learned many stuff about him when I actually haven't met him yet? That's what I would like to know.

That aside, it feels truly uncomfortable with my new body like this. I didn't even want this from the start.

.....

"Mistress...the breakfast is ready, please come downstairs with me."

The sudden announcement really made me jump; it seems to be the same maid from earlier. But this time, she looks pretty composed and vigilant compared to earlier.

And so we went downstairs toward the dining hall.

The food was truly extravagant, and I could see so many unknown people talking to each other across the table, when I myself sat on the far corner by myself, with that same maid beside me; she seem to be panting heavily with her face blushing hard.

That reminds me, I've completely forgotten all the tension from earlier when we got into a kind of steamy run-in on my bed.

"H-hey....m-mistress?"

"Yup?"

As I replied to her, she hands me a remote.

I could clearly see where this is going, as it becomes so apparent when I kind of heard a faint vibrating noise on her....uhh...it's too embarrassing for me to say, but I kind of hear it while I was observing her up close....down there...

"Oops, my finger slipped."

And I accidentally clicked the maximum rotation button.

SWOOOOOOOSH!

A cylindrical object had been launched at an incredibly high speed from the maid's 'that'; piercing through the maid's skirt and managed to blow several heads off as it penetrates through several targets, until it finally exploded right at the opposite end of table; the farthest place from where I sat.

"Was that a....yeah....'that stuff'..."

"No, it was a portable rocket launcher, mistress."

"Ahahahahaha....that's right...."

Yeah, this is brilliant.

From where the heads got blown off, I could see a small toilet...yeah you heard right, a small toilet growing in the head's place until it managed to become similarly big as a human's head.

On another note, I'm starting to figure out why people kept calling this place as 'The Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples'.

It's a kind of place which slowly but surely tries to take away all that's left from your sanity.

Allow me to introduce myself, I came by the name of Narrator L.

You could say that I reside in a boundary between the 'Meta' world where the Narrators had the power to distort their own reality in that place, and the 'Fictional' world, where we took a form just like a human being in this so-called place that was based by the image of reality formed by the Author himself.

I would like to refer to this world as 'The Midway'.

It was a minimalistic world with consisted of black and white colors, along with simple monochrome gradients that made up the entirety of the visual output perceived in my eyes.

In this world, I took upon a form called 'Human Slate', a body that resembles those of an adult male; the difference is - my skin being pure white, without hair, and somewhat asexual as there's no genitalia attached to me. Think of a completely bald person with a white skin, literally white it is, and having no genitals attached; for me it was the epitome of utmost eloquence and forever I would feel grateful for attaining this perfection.

I know nothing about the details of sexual pleasure which many of the other narrators had been talking about, but as for sure, I'm happy enough to remain asexual for the rest of my life, being deluded from that nightmarish activity pertaining the sexual copulation, which soon becomes the topic which sparks the utter feelings of morbidity onto my mind.

My future is bleak, and I am proud of it, which makes myself felt thoroughly happy spending the empty days in this world. Other narrators might call me an asshole, in addition of being a prude because I simply criticized their animalistic behavior pertaining their craving for sexual gratification.

Hopefully, I'm at least able to reproduce myself without relying on things they usually refer to as copulation, which degrades oneself to a mere form of lustful animal during the mating season.

The kind of reproduction that many intellectuals tend to crave upon; artificial insemination and cloning, and in some way or another I would love for myself to become a bacteria rather than being a wretched entity that is human.

Being a bacteria means so damn lot to me as a form of spiritual utopia.

For I will be a part of large unity, and I would never really die because my physical unit had been split up into so many significant figures before my life-cycle finally ends.

Though until the moment comes, I will enjoy myself in this world where I would have the opportunity to feel so empty; filled to the brim with nothingness like never before. And from this overflowing nothingness, it would soon enough becomes apparent on what I might refer to as 'Truth' and 'Lies'.



Until now, I had been living in the world filled with happiness.

But then, in this perfectly blissful world, 'The Library' had been created through some unforeseen force – and upon discovering it, this emptiness had become filled with despair, agony, and there I sank into the depths of depression like never before.

Oh my dear knowledge, for such a beautiful thing, why do it hurts so much, trying to know each and every nook and cranny of yours?

It was one of the moments when my heart were filled wtih a kind of warm and cozy feeling throughout the day. At some point, my heart aches a lot seeing that this kind of situation I'm imagining right now would not be manifested into reality, but at another note, there won't be anyone hurt by the experiences, that's for sure.

This was only a fictional make-believe scenario that's mostly one sided, on how I fell in love with throwing portable titties all across the floor and flipping random garbage bin right over inside my head that's full of talking toilets which threw away lotsa coconuts and dried bacon with tempura sauce.

This kind of screwed up tobaccos every time you tried to play with your Didi Dudu Dada Bababa inside every morning when you absolutely don't know what kind of jack shit was going on in the last three thursday evenings when your mother came to you asking for some nookie, and you just say 'bingo' like some third-rate ventriloquist during some mashed-up tentacle gore scenes.

In one way or another, love resembles tentacle rape, and I'm quite sure of it. In one way or another, there lies the possibility that getting into relationships and receiving the glorious tentacle up your back door, a conclusion could be derived. Both relationships such as going steady and tentacle rape, they truly wants to gouge your innards and shatter your heart into millions of pieces; it doesn't literally happen when you started getting in the relationships, but it might hurt a lot more than being busted right open from tentacle rape.

Of course, that's mostly a nonsensical assumption seeing that the person talking before you right now never had any experience of getting in relationships with a special someone, or even randomly getting raped by some tentacle monster. Oh yeah, speaking of random tentacle scenes, most of them looks absurdly awkward every time I came across it, many of these people should read the legendary manga titled 'Tentacle Lovers' instead.

When everything else fails and you still haven't been able to satiate your longing for affection, you should all go read a manga titled 'Hawaiian Hearts 2', a heart-warming romance story which would totally change your life from being a bacon in tacos from the fifth dimensional universe of gentle anal rape with chocolate flavor, into a giant pile of boiled eggs in the steamer after being stabbed with a fruitcake having gratins, almonds, and foie grass truffles...oh yeah, don't forget creme' fraiche, pepperoni, and some barley mint along with southern climate tea leaves.

Really guys, please do read 'Hawaiian Hearts 2' right here and now.

I think you would like a sweet romantic tale of two charming souls in midst of scenic beach resorts which would incite throbbing hearts, not to mention these adorable personalities of both the hero and heroine. Also, it's an erotic work, we know that many of us all LOVE reading erotic stuff for our carnal pleasure. This masterpiece also had a very well-written, Shakesperean-like sexual scenes, which would definitely win a Hentai Pulitzer, if there's one, beating the legendary contenders such as Kuso Miso Technique, or each and every work created by a prodigy named Henmaru Machino.

You know, for an erotic work, this series had some incredible depth and philosophical aspects that might be too much and somewhat off-putting for some people, but the series had portrayed the incredibly movnig truth about what is life, what is love, and what is our outlook about this morbid reality. Everything else might seem sweet and you would learn how to appreciate the kindness that is present, your present life and time.

This work will made you shed buckets of tears, many more than other legendary tear jerking shows out there, in addition of many eye-opening moments that drastically change your outlook and paradigm, completely shattering your past beliefs, right here and now. Most of all, it would make you believe that, this Earth we live in is a wonderful place, people in here are kind, and there's always a bump of tacos waiting to be smacked into the groups of portable titties out there.



Love, the ultimate substance which screws up with your logic, but why, regardless of how malicious the damage it might deal to you, it still manages to make you feel like the happiest person in the whole world? The notion that you never felt more grateful except for today, the moment when you breathe upon the polluted air this place had, and you still thought of it as a gift from heavens above.

Being indomitably stupid spending these lonely days inside your own room all alone, yet it truly made me teary eyed on how you could spend the entirety of your days, giving me the brightest smile I've ever seen in my life.

From far away, I could see your originally hideous self becomes more like a beautiful fairy within each passing moments. On how you would gave these gentle stares to the birds flying up above the skies, and to the dead rats that laid there motionless down the roads, being randomly ran over by various cars passing by, on how you would think that even the grotesque scenery of a dead rat being completely devoured by the bunch of flying insects passing by, with their innards burst open, along with the dried blood covering around it, now all of these were partly covered by the grey color of the road.

It puzzles me on how you still think of those as one of the gifts that were being specially given to us, so we could finally cherish each passing moments in what could be called as our dull and gloomy days out there, and you told me that life was filled with so much beautiful things that remain unnoticed....

You said to me that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your life was...my heart.

This rotten, dilapidated heart, that only knows hatred, and many other forms of cynicism. You said to me that my heart was...beautiful, and somehow tasty, that you want to gouge my insides, and literally devour it with all of your lust.

I don't really mind, if you actually let me rip your brains apart and pierce it through with my drill that would pierce the heavens.

Though seriously, it's probably the time we finally say goodbye, as I am expecting myself to be with someone that's completely sane, thank you.

Please, don't let us meet again, ever, because it would made me fall in love with you again, and made myself literally give my heart to you which causes me a lot of pain, ultimately ending up with a terrible death.

I still want to burst yourself wide open with my tentacles, to be honest, but I don't ever want to hurt you, so please let me cut ties with you...

Forever and ever.

Let this be the memory we will cherish for times to come.

Ahem...this is Satou again, and I'm currently taking some kind of test called the Ignorance Quotient analysis – or in short, IQ. There's so many weird looking people out there, bet they had as much free time as I do in order to take such test.

Why do I take it, nonetheless? There's so many prizes to be won for the people with the highest IQ result, it's not about the matter of honesty anymore, it's about being pretentiously intellectual as possible, playing by the book, outsmarting your opponents to get the highest amount of score, it's more like a competition now.

That aside, let's take a look at the problem sheets. As I'm writing this, I'm already done by now after about two hours of scribbling nonsensical things down the papers...damn, who on earth did actually come up with this zillions of stupid questions? I want to go home now but I'm just staying here for the sake of entertaining you guys by highlighting the parts that I find to be pretty hilarious on the way.

Okay, let's get onto the test.

The legends are as follows

Q = signifies the peculiar question given

A = my personal answer, and I'm pretty much ignorant and stupid so please bear with me okay...

here's the highlights of the entire test:



Q : Who is the current president of the United Kingdom?

A : David Beckham, obviously.

Q : List the entire amendments in the American Constitution

A : In gold we trust.

Q : Punch his majesty the Emperor of Japan, then go forward 15 steps.

A : Done

Q : What kind of particle could flew faster than the speed of light?

A : I think it's Lionel Messi's butthole.

Q : Define God, in your own words.

A : God is the abbreviation for Gates of Delirium, a disco pop song by a group called No.

Q : Who is the funniest person ever lived, in your opinion?

A : Nah, I don't have anyone that comes to mind. They're basically unfunny from the birth to their doom, except when they got raped by a rabid squirrel or fingered by an elephant on the way back home from the Atlantic Ocean whilst fishing for nipples.

Q : What's your current level of education?

A : No, I've never been subjugated to BDSM, not yet, and it's not my kind of fetish play, sorry.

Q : Define 1 + 1

A : Having gay sex. Whilst 1 + 0 means straight sex and 0 + 0 is lesbian sex.

Q : How about 1 – 1

A : One of them must be using a dildo.

Q : Do you endorse child molestation?

A : I don't know, do you?

Q : How about bestiality?

A : Nope, I don't like animals.

Q : Or incest?

A : I don't have any siblings or cousins. So it doesn't concern me at all.

Q : What do you say about Necrophilia?

A : I want to hump your dead body.

............

Man I'm tired headlining all of this previous highlights.

Next up would be the essays, which made me took the most of my own time.



(basically there's only one question in it, and that alone made me spent about an hour and half just to write it...here it goes)

Q : Write an erotic story.

A : Once upon a time, Irving was a duck, then he was a zombie who commits grotesque necrophilia and tons of cannibalistic tendencies. He likes to fart these atomic gasses out loud towards the atmosphere, and each time he did so, the global temperature across the world rose about 1 degrees Celsius.

Irving likes to masturbate to his own mother, little sister, brother, and dead uncle while being a moving rotten cadaver himself, deep inside a Taco Shop that reeks of the old jersey and the bunch of 7-Up bottles that's way past their expiration date.

He loves cowbells and often use it as an excuse to rape and murder pregnant cows, the next moment he realized that he had turned into a wagon with ten dildos, each with the length about 10 kilometers, enough to bring one of these mass communication devices to shame for its ability to commit long distance relationships, as it's able to commit brutal rape from an extremely lengthy radius.

At least that's enough for oneself to juggle home from their own vasectomy and tubectomy, and the same could be said for those who love to murder dead babies while tucking oneselves into the attic in order to hide one's indulgment towards ravishing the dead bodies throughout the entire season of a certain notorious anime show that's made especially for fanatical zombie lovers out there.

About three billion centuries later, Irving finally dies after traveling across the universe, searching for the land of Portable Titties, which he never managed to found even after so long. Due to the intense boredom and fatigue, Irving finally let out his last breath amidst the crowd of people performing the Lemonparty pose.

The End.

....

That's all I guess.

About one week later, the test result gets officially announced on the website, where I could just input my registration number in order to get my result. Nope, only the top 10 achievers would have their Ignorance Quotient showcased publicly, and I didn't even see my name in it.

Guess that I'm not ignorant enough, although I already answered all of the questions in the most nonsensical manner possible.

Let's see...

Narrator S (Satou) – Ignorance Quotient (IQ) results

IQ : 130 (Far Below Average)

Description : the certain test-taker shows a considerable amount of clarity and dignity compared to about 98% of the other takers. Which means, the amount of ignorance this person might produce would be pretty minuscule compared to the majority of people taking the test. The results might be somehow biased due to the certain conditions regarding the taker themselves, so the results might not be wholly accurate.

That aside, for achieving this satisfactory feat...please behold our consolation price that would arrive on your place shortly after.

For your information. the average IQ score for the takers is : 650.

....

That aside, I'm really curious on did these people answer the questions which made them able to score so high on the Ignorance Quotient. Oh well, on a second thought, I didn't really want to know.

But then, it seems that I recognized some of these people in the top 10. Three of them were priests, one were the leader of a strict religious cult, also two elementary school teachers, and the rest of them were basically brainwashed child prodigies that's being fed with too much Ritalin.

Oh I see, that's how it goes.

A while later, I heard a loud knocking sound on the door, and some weird-looking dude gave me a package that's being bundled inside a cardboard box. After giving him some nifty tip that's about a few bucks worth, I bade him farewell and closed the door to my place again.

"Let's take a look on what's inside it..."

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.....................

"So it's an anime DVD again huh. I already got quite a bunch of these DVDs as a winning prize already, thank goodness it's not a series that I already watched, and it seems like it's a good one on top of that."

Come to think of it, the girls are moe as fuck in here, and to top it off, it's one series mainly focusing on girls' love. The DVD contains about 26 episodes of it, and it also had 3 OVA episodes bundled along in the box...

Guess I'll just watch it all through during this weekend.

"It says that the Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples' history were pretty much unknown, but one of the past visitors, a renowned controversial author, was brought here under a quite unknown circumstances. He freaked out big time, then the first word which came out from his mouth were basically something about his uh...'back door'..."

After the breakfast, the maid tried showing me around the mansion. It was quite the normal scenery, contrary to my expectations, usually you would expect something outrageously extravagant upon encountering the 'Ten Thousand Nipples' phrase, but aside from me being in a somewhat new body which made me feel weird, and that incident at the dining room, everything else seems fine.

"........."

I stood back behind her as she gives out the tour, not saying anything as I'm somewhat absorbed in her interesting explanations about the mansion's interior.

Uh...damn it...my body feels like...it's been heating up lately.

Hearing the maid's seductive voice, I remembered the run-in with her this morning before. I'm feeling the rush of blood through my cheeks, along with a sudden raise in body temperature. Sweats start running through my forehead in a swift, downward motion, which made me reflexively traced my fingers through it, taking the sweat by before it reached my eyes.

"W-what's the matter...mistress?" she stopped her path as she glanced back to see that my eyes gave out a vacant look towards my surroundings.

"Could you not call me with that 'mistress' thingy? I mean...why am I suddenly your mistress anyway?" I tried to tell her as courteously as possible, that I definitely didn't mean to offend her with this way.

"Ummm.....uhhh..." though, contrary to what I had intended, she gave out a dejected expression upon hearing my words, and whilst stepping back few steps further from me, she tries to normalize her panting by inhaling the air around, taking deep breaths and releasing it slowly which caused her shapely bosom to move around in an erogenous manner as it expands and lessen up like it's inviting me to touch it.

With a naughty expression on her face, she licked her upper lips for a while, then...as she slowly brought her finger down her lower lips...

"It's because...calling you 'mistress' turns me on..."

For the lower lips, I didn't mean...'down there' you know!

"W-w...what?"

Uguuu...no...please don't seduce me that way...it's getting way hard to restrain myself.

"Do you want me to relieve you, mistress?"

"Y-yes...please, I couldn't hold it any longer...please....ahhh..."

It feels like the insides of my skirt is going to burst apart with this kind of thing hanging out between my legs. As it feels really meatful down there, you could guess it's already tearing my string panties apart, with my part also hurting a lot on top of that.

"Well, before that...I have one favor to ask...it's about Alba..."

"Uh, that girl...what do you want me to do about her?"

That reminds me, that I could release the narrators one by one into the 'fictional reality' when my power were sufficient enough. Don't tell me....did she tried stimulating me that much, in order to summon forth her existence...

"I felt an intense disturbance inside the 'fictional reality', which means that, Satou and Kaminski weren't able to accomplish anything, no, its not yet their time to become a 'healer' yet. We need someone who could become the 'light of hope' for stabilizing the entropy which would be potentially dangerous to the balance of worlds, it might cause a rift...if we don't hurry up. Only that girl could accomplish this peculiar task..."

There she goes again...

"So you actually had an ulterior motive when you tried to seduce me huh? That's really unfair! Nope, I'm not turned on by love with ulterior motives..."

"I'm sorry...mistress...but I...really wanted to do it with you right from the beginning, I want us to be one together...but..."

Suddenly, a name came up to mind...

"You don't have to say anything more....Eclair, I understand completely, but I don't have enough power to summon a powerful narrator like her at the moment...so..."

"Understood, Primula-sama."

That's...my name? Come to think of it, something seem to spark inside her when I called her 'Eclair', so does my reaction, it might be similar to hers at the moment she called me 'Primula', instead of 'Overmind'.

I don't know my true name, but upon hearing that name bestowed upon me, I became filled with torrents of surging power which seem to escalate my abilities.

"Well then, shall we go now? Though...please make me feel good, really....really good...and I'm not accustomed to my body yet, Eclair...I'm leaving you in your care."

"Okay, please leave it to me!"

Both of us walked straight into the bedroom chamber that I first ended up with, then as both of us started to stimulate each others' sensitive spots and undressing ourselves....

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Errr...sorry, no H-scenes for today...please leave it up to your imagination, okay?

It all begins with nothingness, then there was some pepperoni ass cheeks that appeared in midst of nowhere wearing diapers and chasing after some portable titties running throughout the forest of dildos; that is the beauty of sexual intercourse with flocks of beautiful sheeps with the ass cheeks that transcended the ass realms. When you ejaculated inside a cow's diaper, you can be pretty sure that it would be powerful enough to make a boulder lactate, spewing tons of oil in the nearest tank yard.

Once upon a time, I saw a blind samurai tried to cut off his ass hairs with a katana, but it seems that I was wrong; he practically tried to pleasure himself by putting the edge of this sword through his butt...

I was wrong again, the edge of his sword was perfectly shaped just like a dildo, and then from the midst of nowhere, a tentacle rape was celebrated upon the entire universe, when giant octopuses become a celebrity porn star because of his notoriety of raping tons of underaged girls in countless television shows; showcasing the most awkward rape scene ever because it took about several hands just to undress the clothing, when a skilled rapist could just do it with one finger up his ass and twelve dildos on his ass cheeks.

That pretty much showcases the intellectual beauty in form of sexual intercourse, such as those that involves bestiality and necrophilia, or doing it in the toilet while you blew the entirety of your load down; the same moment when you could urinate when you performed a penetration and took some dump when you're the one being penetrated; such is the power of molten tacos and strawberry chocolate banana covered in skim milk when all that you can do is just watch all of the monkey business happening.

The same moment I was playing ping-pong I often masturbated down the chairs while watching groups of rabid monkeys doing striptease down the nearby boardwalk when tons of little kids were brutally mutilated by the gargantuan truck passing by, carrying load of sex toys to be exported into Planet Mars, because the aliens certainly had a trouble doing it by themselves, as they had no tendency to do something related to sexual perversion inside their intellectually-enhanced minds.

At first, the aliens were shaped like a banana, then they changed into a potato squid wearing diapers, then for a really long time, they had changed into bunch of futanari anime girls who likes to do sexual intercourse with one another due to the perverted mind of a peculiar person who likes to get off from watching the most ridiculous things you had ever seen in the earth...

A million dicks.

Oh choco banana, why did you become such a taco? The power of tacos might not be able to get into your innocent mind, although I want you to be my sex slave so we could partake in this hot and steamy BDSM scenes while I forced you to eat from a toilet while getting off to little children shows.

Unfortunately, I haven't got enough viagra before you juggle home from your own vasectomy, you don't have to become macho for me, nor I want you to be a caring sexual toy in my wrecked sexual life that's devoid of any intercourse beside getting it on by a self-service elevator that made the little guy over here inherently drunk until he vomits the white, sticky fluids that shoots up towards the universe, spewing out intense waves of carnal euphoria, enough to make every marijuana dealer over here went bankrupt due to lack of doggies for three-way sodomy.

When things got pretty hectic as 12-way carnal intercourse goes, you could bet that it would be similar to a diarrhea challenge to see whoever could let out the most load of dump in the matter of split-second challenge; it's a die-hard competition that's even more bombastic than the prostitution of rabid homosexual monkeys having tons of AIDS due to the intercourse with a rotten dildo through the back door.



"The bread in this store is particularly nice, mister."

I'm currently speaking to a blond-haired man which looks like a foreigner to me, he had a really tall and athletic physique on top of that. I wonder why did he spend his time in this bakery located in midst of nowhere, out from the main street, when he could easily turn himself into a modeling job and easily become rich and famous on top of that.

"Really? It's my passion to bake these bread. I'm glad you like it, young miss."

He gave me a smile that's filled with warmth unlike any other ones I saw before, that which caused something to stir up inside my heart.

"Umm...don't mention it."

Uhh...things had started to become awkward on my sight, it's true that he's really good looking, but it's not right just to..

"Come to think of it, missy, it's the first time I saw you around this city, are you new here?"

Oh no...this time he actually tried hitting on me! No good, I have to answer his questions normally, or he will thought of me as one weird girl!

"Yup, it's my first time being in this city. I would be attending an all-girls school in here, and I'm currently trying to find my way around....."

"Wait a minute, you seem to be someone familiar, what's your name by the way?"

Guess it's finally came to this huh...

"My name's Alba, and since I've introduced my name, it's only natural that you also give your name too!"

"Kaminski."

"What?"

"It's my name! And please stop pestering me in the middle of work, okay?" this time it's him who starts acting so awkward all of sudden, even though he's the one who started this out.

Standing from behind the cashier, he crouched down the desks to get something, which seem to be a bunch of bread...then he starts putting several of them in my shopping bag.

"Is this a giveaway?"

Let's see, the bread that's just being added to my bag wasn't anything that special like the one in the showcases, or those amongst the 'today's favorite' roster, but all of them looks delightfully delicious.

"Yeah, you could say that. It's near their expiration date so...since I figured that you're the type to eat a lot, here you go."

Come to think of it, now's nearing the evening and I could still see that the store still had about half of them to be sold or something...but is it acceptable to do this towards a customer that just visited this place? I mean, you normally give out these thingy to a regular customer, right?

Though...seeing him referring to me as the girl who eats a lot truly irks me..

"That's rude! It's not like I would gobble them up in one evening."

"Do you want me to take it back, then?"

"No no no....I'm grateful for your patronage, mister Kaminski."



"Thanks for coming!"

After I left the store whilst carrying out a bag that's been pretty much stacked due to the giveaways, I saw a cute black-haired girl that's greeting all the customers and giving out the leaflets to people passing by.

Though, there's something which bothers me about this girl...I mean, she's really a girl, right? There's no way a person this cute could possibly be a boy...look at the slight bump on her skirt...she must be a futanari or something.

"Excuse me for a while, miss."

"Hmm...ah, a cutie!"

"No, I am not. I consider myself to be pretty average on that part actually."

Did she swing that way? I could clearly see that she's looking at me in such a way that made me somehow uncomfortable...I mean, she's a total knockout on the looks but still...it does feel much more awkward to be embarrassed when another girl was staring at you and it made you start blushing in the middle of the street when there's a lot of people watching...and I hated crowds.

"Umm...sorry missy...even when you're this cute, I'm still in the middle of work, so please stop hitting on me, okay?"

"WHO WOULD? Besides, I don't swing that way..."

This girl...might she actually be the one who believed that it's normal for every girl to make moves on another girl? I just can't believe her.

Even though the maid uniform looks really good on her, it's such a pity that it doesn't really help to make more people start coming towards the store, from what I've seen so far.

"Are you into yuri then, miss Alba?"

"Why did you jump into that conclusion..."

"Because I'm actually a boy, and you said that you didn't swing that way...but that's alright, I really love the girls getting it on with one another...kyaaaah..."

Normally you wouldn't just believe that this person is a boy at a first glance, right?

"I originally thought that you're actually a futanari, there's no way for a boy to be this pretty...that's what I thought...."

"What is a futanari?"

"No, nevermind...it's nice visiting your bakery...ahahahaha, well...goodbye."

This place is totally weird, as it's kind of taken directly from a kind-of over-the-top anime series that completely screws up your definition of reality.

Well then, let's just head to the academy's dormitory. Primula said that she already sent most of my belongings to my room. She also acts as my guardian, a pretty reliable one on top of that...it's nice being able to count on her again.

Let's just hope there won't be anything much weirder going around the scenes for today.

Once upon a time, there lies a bunch of lonesome loldongs that stretched itself from our very mother earth into the nether ends of our universe; it spans through the milky way into the nearest crab nebula, marking the standpoint of another way to perform sexual intercourse with bunch of rabid crabs gathering in the midway that's particularly full of titties.

There lies without a doubt, one similar way to perform autofellatio while fucking your very brains out, combined with the smell of thinner and bunch of broken condoms laid atop the blast furnace, ready to conduct the darkest hour in the life of microbes. When adjective clause could have a rigid multiple orgasm with the repetition of conjunctive adverbs that lied itself in the most Postmodernic way possible, you will soon find yourself conducting a nuswartic research using the ad hominem methodology. In short, you will soon find yourself into reading tons of different things you might never understand during your entire lifetime without any detrimental usage pertaining your own logical output.

Like the sound of guitar that made the jimmies of somebody rustle, so does the lacquered walls in the Victorian-styled brickwork might show its own tentacle rape substance when you tried peeking at a toilet that's taking a bath. It ultimately caused oneself to vomit lots of urine in addition of giant cockroaches, a baby toilet, a living zombie, and bunch of rotten ass cheeks that had already infected with herpes.

The marijuana trader that collapsed by the hedgerow in-between the seasons of falling spring, he's pretty much exhausted from all this game of cat and mouse amongst the mafia dealers around the suburbs area, but you know, there's no one who would able to scrape through the observations of our mighty loldongs. You just can't spell loldongs without the don. It also left out the letter of L-O-L and G-S when you remove the primary title 'don', let me inscribe to you what kind of implication would it make when you shout out the powerword LOLGS. Simply knowing the meaning of the abbreviated word would transcend oneself into another plane in universe, to the point it would easily made you grow titties in your eyes.

LOLGS is the abbreviation of.

Largest
Organisation
Leader
of
Greatest
Syndicate
ever

Remember that well.



I felt thoroughly stressful as for today, and at many occasions I would be angry when someone said bad things to me in the slightest, or even when people start talking back at me with things that I let out at impulse. Well I don't know, guess that's what you call a personal disorder, might just a degree of autism beginning forth from the piles of many traumatic experiences since childhood?

Most likely it's about the degree of a mental conditioning which probably results from a prolonged time of a complete isolation from the masses, limiting oneself towards a secular way of communication; possibly producing so many misinterpretations on the way. Using that kind of communication, we limit ourselves to one degree of anonymity when our emotions won't truly show unless we decided to show it, and we might appear to be thoroughly angry in addition of being filled to brim with disgust, when in one way or another, it definitely wasn't the case.

Might it be a case of obnoxious arrogance? Would it possibly be the case of personality breakdown and significant loss of humility, through the temporary claim of omnipotence? In my case, this omnipotence was all just a lie; an illusion conspicuously made as a pathetic way to divert myself from the torturing palm which unfolds the image of reality. What lies ahead was just a near-infinite degree pertaining impossibilities which tells you each and every day that dreams just won't come true; it won't happen nonetheless, no matter how favorable your circumstances were. In the end, it will ultimately reveal the painful conclusion that we're only just a mere human being that's able to imagine the most ridiculous dreams possible.

"This is the Stairway of Infinite Dreams, which is a pseudonym specifically given to a certain breed of mind which is able to dream so vividly; things that no other human being were able to have a slightest imagery of. You might found the holder to either be incredulously stupid or astoundingly brilliant on living their own personal life. Others mocked them while the rest envies them to the bone of being the epitome of living to the fullest and staying true to what they believed in."

I am the epitome of stupidity alright, but can't I please just be proud of this very own stupidity which utterly caused my downfall from this society?

The hearts that won't waver against all odds; when our heartbeats become one, we will soon find ourselves one true friend amongst us all, that would pretty much spark the invisible communion unbeknownst to the outside world. Taking control of world? Becoming the Masters of the Universe? That might be one small thing compared to standing atop this Stairway of Infinite Dreams. One simple question we behold, 'can oneself go past thing that is infinite and boundless?' and 'can we simply transcend it all easily just like staring at the palm of our hand?'.

At one time, we're deliriously excited about the state beyond infinity by itself, but as the law pertaining 'cause and effect' took place, might it would also cause this so-called personality breakdown? Guess there's one or two other things that we couldn't really learn from times to come, because it might change the ideals which we believe in.



I don't know about the others, but I for myself, need a definite purpose to keep living in this world. It might be derived in one common philosophical dogma commonly known as 'religion' or even many other philosophy teaching from many great masters whose thoughts had transcended us all in so many levels of comprehension. Though, there's one question arising from the deepest parts of my mind.

If we had only lived based by the teachings of many others, would our life practically becomes a big lie? There might be nothing genuine from just abiding by the teachings of what many others regarded as a true way of living. People just born, attending the standardized education, get a job, working until their time of retirement whilst forming relationships with the people they didn't even love in the slightest, but they must do because of the constant pressure given by their family, then grew old and weary until they finally die, doing nothing of significance in their very lives.

What about getting your own purpose of living through your own hands? By experiencing the full extent this one-way-ticket-to-hell could deliver, by adhering towards what you personally call your honest thoughts. Breaking free of the morality standards, practically ignoring what they call ethics, being completely secluded from the opinions and the interpretations of others. Because what you truly believed was one solitary figure in front of the mirror, smiling furtively at what lies beyond your visions of mind.

Then you might as well say this powerword again and again.

"Fuck logic."

Albeit painful, speaking from personal experience, and at many occasions I regret doing what I'm currently doing right now....well I couldn't say there's a better turning point in this life other than realizing all of this collective thoughts which builds what I am now.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly proud of doing something so delightfully stupid.

It might be a some sort of sick friggin molasses trying to catch on fire by having sex with bunch of turds coming out from Shrek's butthole; oh look, all of them were basically trying to catch on acid by fucking a damn bacteria with lots of titties while trying to catch on the subterranean consciousness inside a mighty dildo which would swing itself back and forth towards the next universe of the unknown. My mighty wiener would slap itself into your ass cheeks and transcended the usual level the old couples used when they had sex in the double-whammy-standard 69 position.

When your portable titties might turn into a smurf choco banana in the next weasel in every game of Starcraft two, you would naturally find the incriminating evidence to support your ballsacks from exploding into the next roundhouse environment pertaining the surrogatory manner which condescends itself into the next derogatory way of anal cavity stimulation. Oh my goodness, we would pretty much try to endure the zillion things which might happen during the eventful day of sexual intercourse in a non pedagogical way. The scent when someone actually made me laughed my ass off would made me pretty much gullible on the next certain ceiling whilst watching a subterranean nemesis gameplay on Youtube.

When the saggy omelettes starting to look like a bunch of rotten titties, you will soon find yourself subjugated into the pair of laser dildos that were completely incapable of destroying the whole universe by itself, except on the case when there's so many plasma anus rings floating atop the sky, raiding skyrockets up towards the skydivers' ass cheeks onto the next parallel dimension of upheaval existence in the subterranean marshmallow drive. It is truly remarkable when the low pressure was put into the next saga while the rotten titties tend to explode by itself at large; turning the giant coconut blowers into a new breed of apophysics.

When in one way or another you want to strengthen your base into the next postal office the next election of determination between the next surgical states in the next prodigious eloquent marshall arts of the martian nebular vessel inside this deathly incarnate in the rabid motherfuckers that likes to sandwich the titties inside the perky nipples that doesn't seem to sag that well because it's practically made from the patches of a giant silicone. We shall prevail to demolish the rigid ass cheeks that would transcend itself into another plane inside this grim, yet frostbitten avalanche world of pokemon. And so we will prevail the last batch of infidels into the next postal dimension when you would see every post office becomes a part-time brothel every reckoning of Thursday afternoon onto the next week of morning when the solar eclipse was called by Master Yoda from Warcraft.

The ass cheeks that transcended the ass realms, so powerful that it could make a boulder lactate. You know, things might doesn't seem to object very strongly towards every unwritten laws of physics, chemistry, or even sociology. Yeah we will pretty much reconsider the fact that many people pretty much becomes a dangerous rhinoceros over time inside the lactating boulders at the end of time, wearing the suit of impregnable diapers that lit aglow inside the subterranean conquerors inside the next synergy of Orion.

Walking in the empty streets of pillow; everything seems to be so fucking lonely, that I'm able to run along the streets completely naked, streaking out down and out in Paris and London, in Champagne, or even in Casablanca. The Paris, Rome, or even the old Pompeii or Mount Olympics might not be able to hold a candle to all of this preposterousness, but let me tell you one or two things that I might had learned back in the day when I still were grabbing ahold of my candles of fate, the children's of late night salvation that were usually subjugated towards the time of utter blasphemy inside the mighty asshole belonging towards a rhinoceros blasting in and out in the scrumptious yet ragadicious, pultaceous rhamotechus instigation which ultimately calls out to another heed pertaining the investigation of the next investiagion bureau in the childhood bureaucracy featuring the dinosaurs' assholes exploding on fire by the blazing rockets that kind of mutilated themselves up into the succulent wieners inside the dormitory mansion of silent hill, the solsbury hill or even the solitary towers which stood tall like a giant wiener able to penetrate the mighty sky like the drill that pierced upon the heavens like a shooting star which came from the depths of earth into the nights above; like these beautiful fireworks which sparks homosexual messages upon exploding just like cumming buckets with the semen of Arnold Whatever.

There might be quite a lot of demerits in all of these detritivors playing hard to get to play any other radiocarbonic particles in the next episode of subterranean onslaught in this bitch. We will soon find the hydrocarbonic radioactive nuclear tricycles trying to find the way onto the next dimension of interplanetary solar systems as of late. Soon enough, all of the aftermath reckoning the manifestations concluding the radiothermal oxidizer would naturally made itself of onto winning the Nobel prizes. Go fuck yourself slamdog hammer, you ought to be put into the place for solely self-proclaiming yourself as the sole flounder of the ass-cheeks vibrator that already transcended itself into the status of a blind deity.

We would pretty much made ourselves jelly inside the subterranean casket when you tried driving the automated hearse inside the apartment filled with jelly beans as the tenants. A mighty force of vagina that would transcend the usage of mutilated carbonic oxides, not just some nitrous gasolines used to cheat on your drifting race or even play hooky during the jetpack tests, none of it truly matters as all we need to do was just sit down, sit tight, no monkey business, no preposterous gasoline that would soon entice the cataclysmic defamation of nucleus radiation. So when all of these pornographic flicks came to play, don't forget to say hello and just go fuck yourself in the asshole while wringing up some nice giant dildo that would tear apart your backdoor just like a diarrhea after swallowing one kiloliters of fluoroantimonic acid with aqua regia and the bunch of perclorate in oxidized form in the natural gas state of minus two hundred and seventy three degrees Kelvin; go suck that up bitches, you dunno have any kind of swag unless you could juggle home from your of vasectomy and tubectomy.

It's just about that time when your fucking wiener had became an MVP in a road rash race in the previous season of nothingness, when there's absolutely nothing of value to return when all of the payback would ultimately result in a surgical castration that's widely endorsed by animal haters that would soon transcended both heaven and hell in terms of misogyny. Every time you tried to underestimate the power which every Jaguar had, your titties will explode and implode towards the outer space of galactic warfare, thus making your nipples rightfully erect due to the certain time and space dilation which caused a certain amount of drudgery, soon further accentuated by the frivolous sound of thunderous roar that soon laid abated therein indigenous rainforest of inner rimshots.

Wankers might not have yet indulged in the posthumous ecstasy in fucking the dead rabbit corpses that had been run over by a cockroach that's already embalmed with patches of hydrocloric acid, further coated down with the substance which would cause a certain amount of nuclear cavity which transcended the realms which each and every ass cheeks indulge in hospitality. You might say, what the fuck is this I don't even want to masturbate upstairs because I know that there's a bunch of clowns on acid that's watching me peed in my pants while I tried looking up to the naked pictures of Ronald McDonald. When I delightfully pissed on a soda, I'm thoroughly certain that it will soon transform into a diet coke through the process of photosynthesis.

The same thing could be said when your ass cheeks tried producing some massive diarrhea inside the incubation chamber that's managed to prostate itself in the inarticulate glands which suffers from undulation. That to be said, we will dismiss the doctrine of molecular supremacy until things had made it towards a better way in order to re-calibrate the equations which wouldn't made a single amount of coherency in this adhesiveness.

Might as well try to re-integrate the subtlety which many others endorsed as an enormous amount of capacity pertaining ambiguity which all of us tried to reduce, reuse, and recycle throughout the whole brand new episode featuring the most bogus of blasphemy contained therein the levitated words of freedom in choice, a fortune in lies, or anything containing the size of matter, all the words comprised of sixteen billion ampere in the six hundred and eleven zillions amount of elementary particles meant to suffocate oneselves with the mass overdosage of sodium chloride.

That's all.

My left thumb really hurts this morning, perhaps it's due to myself forcing to play these bar chords on the guitar right after I haven't been playing for a while. What's the main problem actually weren't the frequent usage of bar chords to the point it made my thumb sore, that's not it. Just that, I've been neglecting the usage of it so much that, when it comes to playing with it for just a bit more...it kinda hurts my thumb.

I mostly just play the ones which didn't really use much of these bar chords which kinda puts a stress down my thumb, but it might possibly due to myself holding my thumb in some incorrect way whilst trying to fix up up the finger's position.

Even though I've been playing the guitar for many years already, there still hasn't been some significant improvements lately. All that I could play was only around the simple chord progressions, and a little bit of the common ones such as the seventh, suspended, minors, and that's pretty much how it is. Leaving that issues aside, I also find that I'm able to enjoy my guitar playing a bit more.

The chords just rang about naturally as I strummed it, and it's becoming much and much more easier to sing along whilst playing some of my favorite songs; either the one I heard on the radio or from some of my favorite artists whose songs were easy enough to play. I've listened to quite an amount of complex music so there's so many things I still couldn't play yet, and probably never able to play it, given my lack of motivation and utter laziness to boot.

Sigh...guess that I might have to abandon my dream of wanting to become a musician who excels in playing experimental music on the guitars. What's more, I didn't even had any friends who shared the same interests as me. Many of these guys who played in a band pretty much just wants to cover the popular songs and standing out as much as possible; their attitude really ticks me off since they also acts really arrogant at times.

To tell you guys the truth, whenever I passed by one of these bands who were just playing for the heck of it, I firmly believed that I could play much better than them; and it was coming from someone who even had some tough times trying to play the common bar chords, whilst the professional guitarists could wrung them up with ease for so many hours without breaking a sweat.

I couldn't keep up for more than about 15 minutes trying to play some song which utilized quite a significant amount of bar chord, with occasional switching between the simple progressions and that. Mostly I just practiced on the acoustics; haven't touched my electric guitar which I recently bought since the beginning of last year. Also, I kinda felt pretty lazy to do some routine maintenance on it; I didn't even know how to put on the strings in that electric guitar; what was it, a tremolo style electric guitar?

It has that firm grip down that nutcase-looking thingy which held the strings in place, though contrary to the usual way to tune an electric guitar, instead of tuning down these knobs on the guitar neck, there's some other knob near the end of the string; which is black of color in my case. There's also the whammy bar which I usually find to be attached down the guitar while a band's guitarist was playing a gig, very useful on various guitar techniques in order to produce that 'wah-wah' sound along with the variety of distortion sounds being produced by the guitar effects.

I still didn't know how to use them though, I only had this guitar amp in mine that's only able to produce the acoustic and 'clean-drive' sounds but that's all okay. Mostly I just play it on the acoustic mode since the clean-drive produced a kind of distorted note which seems truly loud and how should I say it....uncomfortable to my ears? Since I was currently living in a some kind of dorm-like place I am thoroughly afraid that I would disturb the neighbors with this kind of distorted guitar playing, even more, that I'm far from being actually good at it.

Ah speaking about the tremolo-style guitar with these kind of whammy bar along with these small objects which was shaped like a lockpick, commonly used to loosen up the nuts and bolts which kept the strings intact....it seems that I had forgotten them on the way due to my recklessness; I used to keep them on my desk drawer...but all of these seem to be lost in midst of the chaotic mess of objects down my room while I wasn't paying attention. Even more, if I had not written a single thing about this, perhaps I won't even realize what I had completely forgotten all this time.

Man, guess I have to stop my own terrible habit of getting completely immersed upon doing the activities which would drive me thoroughly obsessed onto the point I would become pretty damn crazy about it.

Anyway, when I wanted to play the guitar with the amps, it's usually at the minimum volume to keep the noise and my embarrassment down. Yeah I know it's such a pity for a wannabe musician like me to be embarrassed when someone noticed me playing music, and even more, singing. Ever since I was a kid, I would be really embarrassed when someone noticed that I was singing...even though I started out doing the vocals before I finally figured out that I preferred playing the less flashy positions such as the guitar.

That which I figure since I pretty much kinda dislikes being inside the spotlight, and rather, I want to be someone who supports a charismatic figure up front with my guitar skills. Being someone who supports other people would be a really nice thing rather than achieving success all by myself; at least it would feel much better since I at least would be celebrating a kind of success which would be shared by many people with similar interests, goals, and even dreams.

Though to be said, I haven't had associated myself with that many people like that, or should I say, none. Probably pretty much the reason why I kept going along my own path, stubbornly to uphold a kind of stupid idealism; fighting the whole world by my guitar playing. That screeching sound this instrument could produce whilst playing on the scales located down the rightmost part of the neck, connecting to the guitar's body, that is what I call to be the melody of a free-spirited soul.

At times it were tormented by the lies of this world, being cast away in shackles; yet it were utmostly able to produce such unique beauty which captivates my very heart. During the times of frail, it would be the moment when the instrument would produce the melody which contains the greatest strength I ever witnessed whilst listening to music.

That's probably why they call it the 'Rock' music. The kind of music people would like to produce after walking a certain path barefoot with tons of rocks scattered around. Down the rocky path that is life itself, we probably would finally came to a realization that...

I haven't brushed my teeth today.

I'm merely just a nameless person who likes to write on occasions. In this ordinary moment, a certain timeline in our respective lives, let us try to stop and think about any possibilities of us coming up with a fully absurd idea pertaining the dilation of time. I for certain got one of these ridiculous idea because it contains many other things beside the paradoxical concept of the Time Travel itself.

When you tried to create a story using the themes such as 'Time Travel'; that which I always deem as a vague and risky one that's bound to be filled with plotholes, you might wanna start to define the internal logic of a story; whether it's a fixed timeline, or even a dynamic timeline which would create many time-wasting arguments about what would you do if you were to create a time paradox, or even the kind of meaningless timeline using a nihilist logic that were pretty much a popular subverse to mainstream themes; eventually finding themselves into a grandeous recognition within the Postmodern-themed writings.

One most overused idea was probably about going back in time to kill your past self – kinda pointless if you ask me. If I could go back to the past, I'd rather try to find a secluded place in the Cretaceous age just to randomly drop a small amount of my pubic hair in addition of taking a dump, so I could create tons of useless fossils in the modern era where I'm currently living in.

Who knows if my pubic hair would soon evolve to a perverted dinosaur when an alien scientist accidentally spotted the fossil of these remnants I let out. Right after they brought the remnants of my turd by the form of fossil, they would start shooting lots of radioactive particles that was concentrated enough to make one as innocent as a rhinoceros to suddenly transform into a pair of ass cheeks. Might as well do a computer simulation using their nonsensical technology level as a precaution to re-formulate their hypothesis concerning whether the remnants of my excrement would turn into a dildo or not.

Perhaps my phallic apparatus could also breastfed a newborn dinosaur if it actually got shot by these mutagenic laser beams from the cliched alien technology. My titties would also start firing dildos and my hands would be able to conduct tentacle rape instead of the usual fingering with this Kung-Fu style using about two fingers in a rapid perpetual motion. The same way that could be done when you want to perform a sleazy anal fisting using a ceiling fan, in addition of shoving a Popsicle down the hole of Uranus. Jupiter would start shagging Pluto down, committing a hot scene of bestiality since both of them eventually had hots for each other.

Oh well, I somehow got sidetracked again. Let's start by explaining the itty bits which I thought in a whim concerning the absurd concept of time dilation by itself. The theory of time dilation was originally devised by an intellectual genius which goes by the name Albert Einstein – in his written essay titled 'The Special Theory of Relativity'. If I recall, there were three main subjects to disclose: time dilation, length contraction, and the composition of velocities. I think there's also the simultaneous relativity of some sort but I don't really understand it.

Concerning time dilation, it was said that the time might go into a damn slow motion when one travels in a spaceship flying near the speed of light. The slowdown of time would be the conclusion when hypothetically, you could compare it towards a control variable, which was the observational clock on Earth, preferably an atomic clock armed with the Cesium atoms.

The free variable would be the actual speed which the spaceship travels, seeing if we could spot the certain pattern and reduce it to simple mathematical formulas to understand the phenomenon regarding it - in addition of many gimmicky constants to convince every people in the world that you're a scientist, not a science-fiction author; thus normalizing the observational patterns by the convenience of significant figures.

I don't know the details but, if the Spaceship was a particle with the similar characteristics such as the hypothetical particle Tachyon, one who always moves on a faster speed than light. Not only the time would dilate, it would produce such an absurd dilation to the point which makes the time would rewind itself. Thus it sparks lots of possibilities regarding time travel and parallel universes – or even the possibility of traveling to Soul Society and Neverland, as one does not simply walk to Mordor.

Meaning, let's just say that one first traveled along the universe in a ship having the Tachyon-like characteristics on January 15, 2320. It will soon enter a wormhole transporting the man back in a parallel universe...which, hypothetically speaking, did happen before the date of travel: Jan 15, 2320.

The actual date when the observer returned back to his homeland in the Parallel World, let's just say...it was January 14. The time that originally perceived to be rewinded back, was actually the present time in that world; so in other words, it might seem to be a voyage back to the past, but not in actuality. All of these were pretty much similar to a science-fiction story premises to cover up the plotholes due to time paradox which would eventually destroy the entire universe.

In the parallel world, the things happening might be far different than the world you once know. There might also be a possibility that you would be so full of titties in this 'other world', and I think the nations would be governed by ass cheeks instead of scumbag politicians that participated in the daily Lemonparty sessions.

That alone could spark tons of convincing stories just to rake tons of cash in the entertainment industry. But let's just deduce things and discard all of the gimmicky assumptions about the parallel world, as I currently just wanna think with my wiener that could make an angry rhinoceros lactate through their diarrhea.

Let's just say, you actually traveled back in time in January 14 just to have sex with yourself. Then the morning after, you would find both of yourself and your past self being pregnant with a baby dildo.

Yeah, screw you time paradox.

This is fiction anyway.

"There are some best things to learn stuff. First and foremost, I learn things because I truly love my current subject, not just a mere 'like'. As there's no such thing which truly deserves a big love from myself, that's pretty much the reason why I haven't learned anything this way – though if I could spend my time doing things that I love very much, you could be certain that I would be so happy, enough to prepare myself for my revelation of doom."

"The second, was about learning things just to make fun of them. I learned things the faster this way, due to the constant pressure which the current society gave me to learn all of the 'necessary' subjects whether I like it or not. It ignites the feeling of intense hate towards all of these menacing subjects, just because I was forced to do it. Yeah sure, there's some bad aftertaste as being embalmed in negative thoughts due to myself being overly sarcastic, but at least I could maintain my freedom and happiness on doing things I love by this method."

"What are the worst kind of motivation when you wanted to learn things? Probably simple enough – learning things just to become better than anyone else; to be praised, appreciated, without any regard of the subject themselves. I used to be that kind of person too, and in this way, no matter how hard I learn things, my level of understanding won't ever get past that other guy on the seat beside me. Not just that, there's also the lotsa stress piling up to the point you start having these nightmarish test dreams which would tear you apart over time."

"And that's why I suddenly flunk my test and transfer into another school, with the help of Mr. Kaminski. It might seem like I was repeating a grade, but it's not. The time just freeze the moment I entered that school. Even if I'm actually 18 years old by the calendar, my biological age was still counted as 15. So yeah, even if, based on my personal files, I could enter the senior year right after, I firmly chose to start over again from the beginning."

"So yeah...before the first term starts, I'll be helping Mr. Kaminski on his bakery business along with the old Baker couple. I'm currently helping out as the shop's showgirl because I'm don't have any talent nor the love for this stuff, but well...I love talking to people, to make themselves feel better, and to make their day filled with happiness by endorsing our bakery to every person which walked past by me."

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually a guy...but yeah...for some reason, I ended up cross-dressing. Mr. Kaminski says that I'm overly feminine for a dude, and most people won't be able to tell my true gender. It's not like I tried to hide it...that's why when people asked my gender, I just said the truth. Don't care if they would look at me with disgust; if I won't able to say the truth about myself, how would I be able to convince others to frequent the bakery with utmost sincerity?"

"Contrary to my expectations, people started to get more and more interested to me as I revealed a bit more about myself. They say that myself being a guy besides having a girlish appearance really turns them on...I heard about that a lot from the career ladies passing by, and various housewives, most of them had the appearance so tantalizing. Yeah, perhaps that's why the bakery were pretty popular with the working woman and the housewives, all of them were mature women. But that would be too narcissistic of me to think that...these ladies especially came to see me, besides buying the bread."

"There's also Mr. Kaminski who acts nice like a true gentlemen towards the ladies. Many of these mature women especially adore both of his masculine physical appearance, his gallant personality, and also his talent on managing this place in all aspects. Yes, that's probably why this store was so popular, it's all because of him. Yeah, there's also some young girls passing by and they were basically drawn in by his charm. I started to wonder whether myself cross-dressing in here just to attract attention would be a bother...or even myself working in here..."

"I don't know what Mr. Kaminski would think of me...maybe he hates me for dressing up as a girl. I got this notion simply because he told me that I look really feminine...he doesn't order me one bit to start cross-dressing...but I wonder if he's actually just been considerate of me."

"The first day of my work was pretty hectic, it's been a really embarrassing moment to remember. I felt like I could die of these embarrassment, the moment I first stepped outside the store in drag, but the excitement I had whilst promoting the store in this weird manner truly made me feel like a sick pervert. That day ends peacefully without any serious hurdle....but then I remembered one thing..."

"I was actually a nymphomaniac in denial. And I found myself to get turned on while I was dressed like a girl...I want to violate any other cute girls, relentlessly...and just thought of it as a some kind of lesbian action. Then...just after I went back to my room, which was located at the bakery's second floor, as I lived along with Mr. Kaminski and the others....well this is so embarrassing. Yeah, to put it simply, I stood up in front of mirror and begin to do....lots of naughty things that I can't even write in this diary, that's all."



NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Why would you do that? You just stopped right at the most exciting part!

"Calm yourself down, Satou."

This is Kaminski, or should I say, Narrator K. He had a quite tall build and muscular stature, although he's a pretty shy personality amongst the ladies. To top it off, he's got quite the innocent mind, unlike me.

"Hey, I didn't say anything Kaminski, don't just interpret that simple narration as my way of screaming aloud."

"My bad."

Hey, I didn't know that he could be so polite. I thought that he's actually rude and self-righteous. Well, Primula had sent me the actual ranking of the narrators...let me see..

0th Primula
1st Satou
2nd Alba
3rd Narrator L
4th Kaminski

Due to his rebellion on the meta-world earlier, his position dropped significantly from the 2nd place. Now he hardly gets any narration jobs, as it's mostly just me and the other anonymous narrators who did it.

Who the hell is Alba? I don't know, I just don't want to think about it...her name kinda smells trouble.

"Hey, come to think of it you big musclehead....you're actually filled with embarrassment while reading this diary huh? Just give up that muscular stature and just turn out into a blonde lady wearing a maid uniform!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!"

Goodness, that muscular man just turned into a blond-haired young girl wearing a maid uniform. Awww...yeah, she's really well endowed and her breasts are perfectly shaped too...hehehehehe...

"Now your name would be 'Kamichin'."

"No thanks."

Kukukukuku...so she's actually a tsundere type heh? Well, this is perfect! Wait...the list had changed.

0th Primula
1st Kaminski (girl version)
2nd Alba
3rd Narrator L
4th Satou

WHAT THE HELL?

For the first time, my throne in the 1st place had been stolen by her...and who the fuck is Narrator L?

"So, did you feel any different from when you've been that muscular guy with lots of sickening bravado earlier?"
"None, and I just want to beat you up because I'm kinda pissed off with you for some reason..."
"Fine by me, it's nice to see someone as cute as you beat me up and torture me...ahhhh....this would be paradise."
"You're disgusting."
"I am, indeed."

Anyway, if you're asking how did I end up in this place. Actually, I got a message from Primula that I've got to meet Kaminski on this peculiar address she gave me. So here you go, it appears that she wanted me to turn Kaminski back into her original form, which is a blond-haired maid.

You know, she used to be Primula's head maid but due to the constant sexual harassment Primula gave her...she fled the Mansion of Ten Thousand Nipples, ultimately ending up in the meta-world. I don't know that the timeline could be this fucked-up, but to make things simpler. Primula had been active as the mansion's mistress since so many moments ago, though she just came to consciousness as a narrator by herself recently.

Thus, that's the reason why there's no Narrator Zero until now.

Afterwards, Kaminski just tended the bakery like the moment when she's still in her male form. Though, the popularity of this bakery had skyrocketed, knowing that it were actually managed by a blond maid wearing an elegant outfit.

Come to think of it, the name 'Kaminski' does suit her female form better than her male one. It gives out the impression of a strong woman, the one whom I adored the most because I'm always acting like an useless old man on a daily basis.

"At a second thought, I'll buy a bread here....Kamichin."

"Don't call me that!"

Thus, the nickname Kamichin had spread out throughout the entire city. And I just went home after buying the bread without many interesting things happening.

For some reason, due to myself acting like an useless old man, I regained my 1st rank with Kaminski being the 2nd, just like the past. Still, the biggest question is...

Why am I able to maintain the 1st rank for a long time despite myself being an incredulously lazy and useless person?

I don't know for sure, but all that I know that....

Seriously, I want to quickly go home and fap to both Kamichin and that cross-dressing boy whose name I haven't heard yet.

Yeah, I'm really disgusting, so please deal with it.

Here's one or two things which I had in mind, kinda pertains to how I was able to experience a fulfilling sleep within each and every day in my life. It's based on my observations thus far, within a three day mark from Sunday to Tuesday, meaning I had slept about approximately two nights, and about three times because I slept again in the Tuesday morning – with reasons that I would further disclose later on.

You see, usually when I had some things to do at night, before I went to sleep, regardless of me feeling incredulously tired or not; it would soon produce dreamless sleep – that which still renders me sluggish and somehow exhausted, even after copping myself up in bed for that many hours. That exact moment happened right here in the Monday night, the moment when I was pretty busy writing out some chapters for my current writing project.

I woke up on that Tuesday morning feeling like there's only half of my soul that were present, and so I slept again, this time without any worries to think about. That kind of mindset produces an exciting dream which left me fully energized to seize the day.

On the previous Sunday, I got nothing much to do besides just lazing around, more exactly relaxing from all of this pent-up stress on the weekdays. It produces one of the more exciting dreams I've ever had; it was truly vivid and enticing, enough to keep me going for the rest of the day, even if I only had slept about 7 hours. So yeah, it's best if I did not do anything which doesn't overexert my brain during the night, as it would greatly reduce my sleep quality.

If I were to do some assignments, it's better to do it on advance, rather than trying to wake up early to do it and eventually find my dreams being disturbed by the alarm clock, which is truly frustrating. You could say my irritation keeps on rising whenever someone or something forcefully woke me up from my deep sleep. I've never been that excited in my whole life, on the whole real-life activities beside dreaming, and so I would like to devise one kind of mechanism to further improve my dreaming quality, that which would also affect the overall sleep quality in general.

Yeah, pretty much it's my goal in life, after being thoroughly frustrated on trying to fulfill my hopes and desires out there. I realized that the true bliss kinda lies in the bed; sleep should not be taken for granted, but treated as a some sort of holy ritual in which the deteriorated soul would undergo some major healing to regain its sheer brilliance that came from its restoration of life energy.

Sleep is the mechanism to replenish that lost part, and dream would be the moment when one gets subjugated into it, being subjected to the most exciting things one will probably never see nor experience in real life. It might be similar to seeing oneselves experiencing the world inside their most favorite games, or even getting on to experience the most tantalizing imaginations that one might came across as the ultimate form of gratification.

Perhaps that would be all of my reasons on believing that having the most exciting dreams in each and every day would be my ultimate source of fulfillment. Watch me as I try to work my way on achieving my goal on the vast improvement of dreaming quality.

Kinda felt lazy to write more, I'll probably just experience it firsthand for the next few weeks using the methods devised in a whim rather than trying to devise lost of boring plans that would not work either way.



Since I felt like I've been writing too few words for this chapter, let's just dump some random things just for shits and giggles, just like the last time and time before that. Well, to be honest this one I had for the peculiar chapter you're currently reading might won't be funny. I just didn't have that much of ideas left to write, and I felt so reluctant to overexert my mind just to write things half-baked.

Ahem...

About my dream earlier, I've just dreamed about visiting the land of portable titties. You know, that one with tits everywhere; in the mountains, hills up above, in the trees, even the people were basically just a kind of titty ball bouncing about. When I ripped their bodies apart with a chainsaw, which was met without any imaginable resistance, it made me filled with doubts whether these life-form had developed any intelligence at all.

Inside that portable titty which had pretty much been ripped off earlier, I could see quite of number of doughnuts, tacos, and hamburgers. So that's why they had turned into such kind of monstrosity – yeah, too much fast foods at bay. That one might also be the cause of breast cancer since I kinda see those panty-like thingy sticking out from their body. When I took off that panty object, it somehow transforms into a gigantic-sized fungus.

It has the head that's shaped in the usual mushroom shape, similar to an opened umbrella. With the head being pretty purplish in color, kinda exotic like a poisonous one, with white dots scattered all over it. When I placed it down the ground, it starts uprooting itself down, scattering tons of spores throughout the air; from that spore emerges quite a number of these portable titties.

Ah, so that's probably the reason why these life-form weren't able to develop a kind of intelligence that's necessary to ensure survival, I see. So, I also randomly picked up one of these creatures that had been frolicking about, this time I ripped it open apart with my own hands. The skin of these creature felt truly like a human ones, but for some reason, my hand digs quickly into their insides; I just can't believe it. Their skin was so thin, it's practically made of gelatinous substance or something.

No bones or muscles to support their stature, what's going on? What kind of sorcery was this? Though what even surprises me more than the previous was...

I found my old mobile phone inside that creature.

That shock alone sends me awake from this very dream.

Ah this man dies in the fifth episode after being stabbed by a werewolf in this zombie form. The main protagonist then dies at the moment when you least expect it, in a really lame way of course, but thanks to the spoilers, you would be sure not to watch that series from the start ever. Ah, this manga start to become a letdown from the chapter 50 or something, and the ending was pretty lame. You know that annoying female character? She was actually a man who had undergone sex surgery, but our dumbass male protagonist was too dense to even notice what's truly happening!

Someone with the initials of LL had died in some popular anime, though he still have been conquering the virginity of little boys in the world of Fandom; making himself a harem of Yoai, being a trusted source to induce tons of nosebleed amongst the girls. Someone wrote the name of his genital in a notebook, and found himself dead shortly after, and the main murder mystery about an attempted closed-room murder was actually a hallucination that's instigated by the victim just to get lots of money and recognition.

That Dark thing organization was all a lie, the entire series from the start to finish was all inside the imagination of one middle schooler who acts like someone with a mental disability. You know that popular cartoon movie that had spawned hundreds of episodes? It's already episode two-hundred whatsoever and the dumbasses in this cartoon still haven't done any worthwhile shit; people were actually so easy to please indeed.

Want to form a harem? Yeah, there's this one anime when one of the girlfriend was a psychopath; she kills the guy after having lots of hot yuri sex with the girl who stole her boyfriend. The series end when both of these girls were going out with each other. Needless to say, just watch the last episode because the legendary pairing of a psychopath girl and a nymphomaniac girl had just begun. After lots of meaningless OVA episodes, it's now revealed at the website that our protagonist would start a new lifecycle, being reincarnated as a toilet.

The main series' villain was actually his own father, surely you must know what series it is. It had the trademark icon of something something that transcended the universe, with the signature opening.

"When the boy cried wolf, it's best if you ate brown sugar in a dilapidated rowboat in case you didn't masturbate to an oolong tea. The spaceship might turn into a piledriver and the subterranean spiders might molest little girls on the way, but remember that our love for you is eternal, so eternal that it becomes nonexistent."

Many of the spoilers involved the series which had been skyrocketing in popularity by relying too much on the cliffhangers, while in fact they extended one battle into one hundred chapters when there's absolutely nothing much happening, or even a romance story when one simply tramples over the feelings of 26 different kind of girls and they were still okay with it, because the main protagonist was just like a god, or possibly an author's self-insert.

About romance, there's a peculiar one which portrays the situation where that pairing were just usually seen blushing and acting shy amongst each other, with no serious development whatsoever.

"Let's just keep blushing and pretend that this had never happened okay?"

What the hell is going on? And why did the secret to that certain somebody's power involves getting on to wash his face with a water from inside the toilet? Also, screw that one show, I know that the main villain would be the main Protagonist's evil twin or something. Maybe the next surprise would reveal that there's another hidden villain beside the main villain, either its his father, brother, sister, mother, grandfather, even his old placenta, or maybe his own foreskin.

After abusing the audience's tearducts with tons of melodrama, it was soon revealed that the conclusion to the story was all but a dream. One does simply create characters who they can possibly relate to, and those who were easy to sympathize with. Yeah, it would sell like hotcakes, just like a scientific formula that had been proven throughout the ages; soon we would find our artists being punished by whip every time they had managed to perform a 'mistake'.

You know, that kitten also turns into a rhinoceros halfway through the story, and then the rhinoceros would turn into a cockroach. The monstrosity that is cockroach would have sex with the main protagonist, spanning about one hundred episodes, with one episode when our hero would penetrate the flowery bud one time, then the rest being shameless commercial breaks, and also many other ads that had been put inside the story.

Oh look, they even had made a special episode just to promote their newest game on a 'popularly-endorsed-by-the-media' console, that no one would possibly buy because it's impossible to pirate the games. The prices were so damn expensive, in addition of the business being risky and non-profitable, they have to advertise them using tons of sex appeal.

Yeah, portable titties. They had bundled up a jumping portable titty, the object that would incite tons of nosebleed, or even myriads of over-reactions that would made you think whether the characters might be even worse than your regular kindergartner. Also, the supporting acts were basically non-existent, only acting as a momentary boost to the protagonists' ego, or should I say, the audience's self-insert?

Yeah I know, that's probably why they got my account banned when I told them that the protagonist acts truly immature, despite him being so filled with superpowers that were practically boring. It seems like I was mocking them, or should I say their 'god'. I would like to see a religion being brought up by this overrated character so I could go stare into a picture of their worship place with disdain.

Faith in humanity lost forever, huh? I don't think so, the society had always been this way throughout the years. Only recently did I discover that, because I've always been the part of conformity since long time ago. Now you might say this words back to me...

"If you can't even create things as good as the one you mocked, shut the fuck up."

Okay, so if I could only analyze the faults of a story just for the sake of showing my opinion to others, I should just pipe down? I'm doing things merely for others that were interested in my ideas to give a broad insight on what the story was about; to provide the clarity on choosing the right things for their entertainment according to their personal tastes.

So, let me give you an example. Let just say one accomplished artist who had yielded tons of awards, criticized one artist by saying the truth, for example, that his instrument playing were bland, and that artist were basically your favorite. Perhaps you might as well hate that person for saying the truth, even if the community in general deem him as a better artist.

You probably just want people with different opinions to shut up, and you will only listen to people who had similar opinions as you.

I am different. I won't tell you to shut up, because it's entertaining for me to see your opinions and reactions. If I disagree with you or be somehow offended, I would just make fun of it as much as I would. Okay, nothing's truly right in this world, we're all fucking hypocrites.

"Define 'good', 'awesome', 'fabulous', 'entertaining'."

Hence the apostrophe.

Oh well, there's nothing new beneath the sun.

I saw a solitary figure standing in front of the mirror, a figure with posture so weak, it might collapse after being blown away by the breezy wind. Slanted eyes looking kind of tired of going through the meaningless days of life, only to watch the break of dawn with a dry smile. The stare of pessimist laid before his face, that whom people can read like an open book. A pathetic personality, muttering screams of agony without opening his very mouth.

"Nothing new underneath the sun, even if there is, there will be nothing in for me. Here, the place where angels fear to tread, the share of heaven that I won't be partaking. I am alone, forever isolated before this very mirror, a reflection of the totality pertaining my vehement ugliness."

That much could be assumed by a single stare which tore my heart open. On how this person truly resembles how I am now, or rather, how closely did he resemble the perception of myself; deeply etched and engraved into my own mind. It was a figure which had experienced true solitude; being with many friends, yet won't be able to feel their warmth nor hospitality. Every thing seems to be filled with a sense of coldness, not to mention...why everything seems to be so pretentious?

What lies before me, on the surface it might seem as the sea of people. They smiled, waved at me, and I returned the same for them. Yet I couldn't feel anything, nor a sense of connected-ness. Where is the people? Why am I just talking to a mere bunch of puppets, made in flesh and blood?

Are they really human? Or just mere puppets created by God just to keep myself from being utterly lonesome? I didn't really feel their emotions, nor would be able to show the feelings of compassion and sympathy to others. Not when I haven't heard them undergoing the similar kind of experience as myself; being forced to spending my time in solitude, because I can't disclose who I am.

Because, I'm a monster, there's a monster within me that's just waiting to tear you all up and ultimately will made you fall into depravity.

The figure in front of me had underwent the same, that I could tell much when I stared at his teary eyes. He truly did sympathized with me when I reminisce about my times of darkness, just like it's his own experience. There's no other who would possibly care, as they know nothing. Might they would think of me as a pathetic person, just because they could walk into a similar experience without a scratch?

Did they even consider that we're fundamentally different with each other, from the times of our birth until now? Each people would react to things in a far different way, and you would coerce oneself because they didn't act in accordance to your very standards. It's because no matter how similar we are, there will be a lot of difference which would keep us from feeling comfortable amongst each other.

There always lie a barrier to restrain ourselves from being who we truly are, even in front of one who we deem as the significant other. When these lines were crossed altogether, it would create a rift that we couldn't cross anymore. That's why I won't be able to associate myself with them; I always manage to form out a rift where people would just walk past by me.

A lifetime filled with these feelings of hurt; of isolating oneself because it couldn't feel any bit of affection from the simple things which matters to many.

What's wrong with me? Even if I'm wrong, I didn't want to deny my own vice, nor trying to make petty motives on being a better person just to make myself closer to the others; ultimately denying my own conscience that was screaming for freedom.

Yet that figure in front of me truly knows exactly what I'm feeling.

I want to be his friend, yet when I reached my hand onto the mirror, my hand just won't meet his. We were separated by a thick glass, yet when I desperately tried to press onto it, the glass would form a crack; that which instantaneously sends me into a state of apparent fear. By forcing my will and egoistical belief, I soon wouldn't be able to see him again, even if he's one figure that would be able to understand perfectly what I am feeling.

It was a given that i didn't like doing things in moderation; either it's all out or none at all. Other times I might act so obsessive, when at other occasion I would act like it's none of my concern at all. My actions verged on the depths of extremity, and so does the extent whom I direct my resentment onto the authorities who tried to bind me down and put me into chains and shackles.

There was a desire for me to achieve omnipotence, a livelong fulfillment of achieving things with me and myself alone, because I just can't trust people around me.

At a second thought, I probably couldn't trust myself at all. I didn't really understand what am I thinking...all I know is...that I want to think and act that way, and by doing so, I had achieved an extent of happiness like never before.

This figure in front of mirror smiled at me as I do smile at him.

So I bade farewell to this interesting personality and went back to doing the things I can do. They say, even those who were meant to be the best of friends might won't be together, but at least when they smile at each other – that smile of special other would soon enough become their greatest source of strength and determination for times to come.



Have you ever tried talking to your own shadow? I by myself haven't done so before.

Most of the time I didn't even realized that it even exists, with that kind of plain dark look it gives, I didn't think that it was sociable enough for me to even relate or even start an one-way conversation with it, or should I say, a preposterous monologue. Nowadays, I'm starting to enjoy this moment of solitude – it helps me alot on focusing myself onto the most significant things I must do to make my days meaningful.

Might this be what they usually refer to as..

"The Company of Myself."

Just like one wise saying.

"If you can make friends with yourself, you will never feel this loneliness again."

I am a pristine entity that's all cleared of vice pertaining the dirty deeds of sexual copulation, and now I would freely say that I'm thoroughly adore my own emotionless existence like those of a bacteria or even mere excrement – for I am free of these prejudices that only a mere stalwart bloke would possibly resort as a firsthand feasible solution.

Might this be a feeling of disdain coming from one who weren't able to feel any emotions whatsoever? At the second thought this might be a good opportunity to witness the bewitching beauty which is reality. Come hither and suffer, o ugly child! Unleash your vehement ugliness that once covered by inside this body of lies, thus unraveling these hideous creatures that were imposed by what your impudent society thought as an idea of beauty.

Oh, I am but a mere existence that's unworthy of mentioning. If I remembered correctly, people used to refer myself using a nickname that is Narrator L. In actuality, no such name exist, nor commendable of any acknowledgment to myself. Only nothingness would be worthy on called as my equal, for I eventually find myself worthy enough to act as an observer, witnessing the utter morbidity of people, which was an art by itself; their stupidity which brought me bliss, and their agony which made me laughed so hard, even though I normally wouldn't be able to feel these human-like emotions.

Humans, you are the most amusing creature I had ever watched in my life from this 'pristine palace of blissful resilience', and I do not know by myself what does those phrases exactly meant – if you were to ask that peculiar question for whichever motive I won't able to fathom.

The Midway, a place filled with myriads of minimalistic elements known to life, mostly devoid from the prejudices of men. I would say mostly, as there's still a minuscule bit of grudge and hate left within. From here I had observed these amusing thing you all refer to as humanity; how each of you had lived mundane lives, crying over trivial things that won't matter, arguing over things when you possibly won't do anything significant in order to turn the situation towards the circumstance which matches up with your ideals.

Yesterday and the day before that, it was still just a simple window pattern that's wide enough for me to observe a bit of your daily living, but that much was just enough for me and my pure self. If I were to corrupt myself even more in your sporadic affairs, I would soon grew a batch of genitalia which in turn would made me impure; ultimately making me think of something regarding these sexual copulation I truly loathed.

In the end, I felt thoroughly afraid that I would start to speak in a more colloquial manner, that which couldn't be condoned foremostly. As I would rather adhere towards a more structural form of speaking just to entertain the logical output therein; needs one or two more distractions from these insidious afterthoughts pertaining the sexual gratification of an object known as dilapidated corpses. Am I starting to develop a taste for such a disgusting thing as erotic love?

Corpses, they were so beautiful because of their disfigured faces and their way of showcasing their most honest selves – with their innards burst open. Really loving that way they expressed themselves, as the scent of formalin wafts across my kind-of-nonexistent inhalation device. What was once a mere imagery, now turn into a more realistic form, making me slowly but surely losing this beautiful form of mine I once adore as an epitome of perfect beauty.

Without hair, only the color of pure white, being left out from the needs to be satisfied sexually – all of them had all but gone, evaporating away like a pudge of water underneath the shimmering sunlight at dawn.

Thus, the feelings of utmost disdain had all resurfaced from when I discovered the meaning of true knowledge inside this Library-like place. Many chapters had passed by without any memorable narrations to add, until one day...after yesterday and today at some paragraphs before.

That was one day when I finally grew my own numbnut, and started to speak in a more colloquial manner. All of my previous pride were completely shattered; and that was just a moment ago. Currently I just feel like killing myself, because of my very mind, the source of beauty I once adore so much – now had been filled with such depravity.

I am becoming the human being whom I hate so much; my once meaninglessly blissful life had all turned into an even meaningless one - this time my thoughts had been assaulted by tons of emotions, all at once.

It drives me crazy, never before I felt the desire of wanting to die before. Many chapters before that, while I'm just sitting behind the scenes without doing any narrations, never once I thought before the meaning of life and death by itself. I just love to forget everything that I've learned back then in the Library of Knowledge, so in turn, I would regain my utmost happiness of being a part of both infinity and nothingness.

Or should I say, becoming the 'Part of Anti-Knowledge' or those who refused to learn for the sake of obtaining the utmost clarity oneself need - on a quest to understand the incorrigible truth of one's existence. When all of us had met together as a company of the enlightened...

The Library of Anti-Knowledge would be born. As opposed to the usual library, you would be here to cleanse your mind – to be reborn as a new soul. No matter what your biological age were, there's still time to regain what's important by forgetting everything else. Before you fully realize it, everything would be too late; ten years might had been passing by within a split second. The day where you were born and where you're finally dead might only yield a difference as it was from Monday to Sunday.

So does the tale of one friend named Solomon Garunday.

....

Right before I was fully prepared to end my life right here and now, not yet knowing what method to use for accomplishing it.

Another window had unfolded on the same spot as my usual window, it overlapped with my usual view spot, which kind of leaves me with an upheaval of happiness – as I won't have to concern myself with these observations which would render me utmostly corrupted.

Contrary to my expectations, the new window provides a similar sight to my old one, which is another view on a certain human's life.

Yes, now I understand why they have to call up the Tangerine Windows of Solace just for this. Our very moment would end soon, the last moment when us Narrators would reign over the universe would soon come to a lapse.

The fate of ours now belong in the hands of a Narrator by the name Alba.

For the first time in my life, I want to beg at her.

"Please end this, spectacularly."

And that was the first time since I came to existence, that I voluntarily spoke to someone, even if the person on the other side won't be able to hear it.

"You know, Alba....it's been a while since I waited for you to come, right here, in this literature club."

The literature club room was kind of disorganized, with lots of books scattered around. Sitting on one of the chairs, here's my upperclasman; a girl with a shoulder-length jet-black hair and a somewhat attractive stature. She wore a stylish thick-framed glasses, and unlike most girls, her hair was quite messy, not in some ordinary way. If she were to take those glasses off, she would pretty much look like a girls' gang leader or even a model if she actually took care of her own appearance.

And that girl, she's the one currently speaking to me; her glances fixated towards me were as sharp as knife - piercing through my heart, but at the same time it left me somewhat tantalized. Sitting in a chair beside the window, the sunset rays that showered the entire room formed a fascinating silhouette of hers.

It was the first time I tried on a significant step onto dispelling this source of disturbance – inside this Literature Club.

How should I put it? This room's design was kinda similar to a small library, with a large table in the middle, kinda looks like the one in the student council room's – must be the similar design to your usual meeting table. On the corner I could see quite a number of bookshelves; catering to both non-fiction and fiction titles alike.

Aside from the table and the bookshelves, there's a desk on the corner across the entrance; with the walls that weren't occupied by the bookshelves. I could see a computer with an LCD monitor and the tower casing placed, along with various boxfiles containing quite a bundle of documents; maybe it's some club report or something?

No one's using the computer at any moment but judging from the Ethernet cable that's been plugged into it, whoever using it must be going for the internet connection.

"Here I am, s-senpai..."

Being alone with her at this very moment truly made me feel nervous. From the open window beside her seat, a gentle breezy wind blows across the room, making one or two pieces of paper fell down the big table. Though what really catches my eye was just...the motion of her long hair blowing in the same direction as the wind, along with the subtle sound of her tongue clicking.

"Don't be so nervous."

She held out her hand towards me, and even though she told myself not to become nervous – it's her own hands that were trembling. Slightly, but it made me sure enough that she's afraid, of accepting me.

I took a deep breath, then slowly and surely I took one step at a time towards her.

"You're the one who needs to relax, senpai."

This time, it's me who tried to reach my hand towards her. So I thought, that I want to feel the warmth of her hand to let me know what she's thinking.

"Guess I'm acting out of character for a moment eh, Alba? Yes, I was just inspired by this character on a certain novel I read just moments ago before you came."

"...and skipping class?"

I just came right after the school activities were over, along with that cleaning duty which my class were assigned to. Needless to say, it was tiring enough for a transfer student like me to adapt into this new environment.

It appears that she had been there all along.

"To tell you the truth, I've already been a long-time alumni of this school. I'm already an University student, but I just came back here...wearing my old uniform, back to regain all of this memories I had lost. All of this past excitement and glory in this place, which I had been into since the beginning of my school days. Beyond that, there's only false hope and despair waiting for me. This is the only place where I could find myself."

She stared onto the ground with a dejected expression; her stares this time were not directed at me.

"Can't say that I understand how you felt...but, did these people know about yourself being here, senpai? I mean, the teachers..."

"The literature club was long gone since the moment of my graduation. Now I'll be ready to prepare myself for my thesis, but I just felt there's something which was not right all. Ideas just won't came by for the term paper I'm currently working on. Worse of all, as the days went by, I felt myself being left out by the people out there. Yes, they know, I informed them firsthand that I would be spending quite a bit of time in here."

She pulled her chair back from the window, back towards the table, after staring awhile at the evening scenery. There were quite a number of girls catering around as they walked towards the school gates, or even taking the sideway tracks towards the dormitory; that much could be seen as I stared outside from the same window whose scenery had somehow fascinated her for a moment, before she finally noticed me entering the club room a while ago.

"I miss these old days." she let out a deep sigh as she stretched her hands around, after moving the upper part of her body just like doing some light exercise, she finally stood up and glanced towards me. "So tell me Alba, did you have any of these nostalgic moments? Like being in a company of happy-go-lucky people? I really want to know."

"None. I do not associate myself that much with people to even know the core of their personalities." and so I told her the truth with as much honest as I could.

People often refer to me as a healer, because of my so called ability to alleviate the wounds and disturbances caused by depression. Though I by myself, couldn't associate that well with humans. I could alleviate their pain, even though I could not understand them one bit.

"You see, Alba." she sighed again; taking a slow, leisurely walk across the room, giving a brief glance across it before finally stopping her gaze at one corner in the bookshelf. From that peculiar place, she calmly walked towards it, then she picked one novel with a somewhat plain cover. Based on what I briefly seen, the cover was about a young girl who was left all alone in a kind of post-apocalypse world.

She continued, whilst showing the book cover to me "Before you felt this thing called loneliness, one must first understand the feeling of being inside a companionship. This novel was one of my all-time favorite; it's about a girl who was left all alone by the time she came into consciousness. A mere curiosity brought her a desire to create things which she could treat as a friend...."

"...at first, things started to get better as the girl and the robot doll she made from the junk parts she gathered all across the place start to work together. They wanted to build a vehicle that would be able to take them to the places where other people lives. The robot just wants the girl to be happy, as he did not feel like he's a worthy companion for him."

"With the continuously piled feelings of grief, the robot keeps on hiding his true feelings of affection towards the girl, whilst doing his best for the girl's happiness. The girl was still oblivious on how he actually felt, since he couldn't show any expression or even talk to her. He could only do things within this power, without having the ability to communicate in a way that would be understood by the girl."

"Summer and winter went by, until the vehicle they worked so hard together at least were finished. But at the same time, knowing the girl should be able to attain her happiness by riding on that vehicle, the robot suddenly stops moving. His soul flew into the sky, soaring up in a form of a light sphere with the color of gold. As his body was still there, albeit motionless, the girl tried to figure out how to fix him...but every other option yields to no avail, until she finally decided to go on a journey to find 'people' who could brought him back to life once again."

"Many moments had passed since she first went on a journey with the vehicle both her and the robot built together. The wait seems to be as far as eternity, not knowing that the first people she will meet will be close by, and she will realize, that she wasn't alone anymore. She was taken in by an old couple that happen to be passing by on the outskirts, they promised to raise her just like she was their granddaughter themselves."

"Soon after she also met the couple's grandson; they quickly got along together as they were about the same age. The majority of the survivors were basically adults on the working age, with young children being a part of the minority. As much as the girl had made a lot of friends, she still hasn't yet found the person who would be able to fill the gap on her heart, as much as the robot does. There's no one who knows how to fix him, and that left the girl with feelings of sadness like never before."

"The girl had no choice but to keep moving on as the robot could not be fixed. No matter how much she grieved or cried, the robot won't be back to life ever. People start to think of her as a weird person because he believed that at one point, the robot doll was alive, and he helped her to meet these people. In the end, she ultimately wished that she'd rather be alone, rather than being in the company of people whom she deem as unpleasant."

"At last, there had come one point of time where she decided not to associate herself with people anymore....and the rest of the story was up to the readers to figure out."

After finishing her story-telling, senpai sat back again on her seat beside the table.

"That was a really touching story, kinda sad too."

"Yeah, but it's not just your ordinary heart-warming story. For me it held out something truly special. My thesis was about writing a play based on this work of fiction, and I still can't get an inspiration to write this thing. Possibly, because I haven't got any picture on how I could describe the protagonist in person. Obviously not myself, even if I'm actually similar to her...I need someone who I could look up to with utmost objectivity in order to write a decent play of this."

She then points her finger up to me.

"Alba, you seem to be the perfect candidate for the main actress. I'll be contacting the drama club for my own proposal later on."

What...me? But I haven't took a part on acting as far as I know!

That's what I want to say, but I currently felt a vast surge of disturbance coming from her. It seems to me that, she's wanting to write this play as a form of escapism from her daily stress. If I were to somehow help her by taking a part on this, I've got a hunch that I could destroy the source of this disruption once and for all.

So I just nod to her, and off she go towards the Drama Club with a kind of smile which sends chills down my spine.

I know that feeling full well, the kind of inconvenience one have to follow through for the sake of obtaining their desired companionship. We were indomitably selfish, and each of us desire to have an ideal partner that we thought would ultimately brought us the greatest happiness; but then, when I already found the special someone - it always turns out that they also desired a perfect partner for their own relationship.

Perfection didn't exist in a human being, if there's one, it's only a pseudo-perfection with the flaws that were kept hidden from the sights of society. When one wants to seek an embodiment of perfection, one might as well indulge oneselves in a delusional love with inanimate objects – with corpses included.

Because when one's already perfect, there will be no more room to grow by themselves. The yearning for an ideal way of living already led myself towards some various psychological breakdowns, especially when faced right towards the reality before my very eyes; right after the end of delusion.

So be it, when everyone else seek the feelings of affection through companionship, I will choose the path of solitude.

Be with me and myself altogether, 'til the end of time.



Tick...tock....

It was the sound of the wall-clock ticking in the literature club room. The skies kept getting darker and darker as the times went by; it was now painted in a darker orange color. Sitting on the chair beside the open window, I could hear the voices of the girls from the sports club. The track team still diligently practiced onto this hour, they might have a competition going on soon, that which I could see while seeing their energetic runs down the school grounds.

There's also the soccer and baseball team practicing out there, with the girls playing energetically, being basked in the evening sunlight. Even when it's not as scorching as the afternoon rays, the outside was still hot enough to burn your skin if you stayed out too long. I'm not the kind of sporty type so I don't know much about it, but if I were to choose how to do my exercise, I'd rather do it early in the morning because I didn't have to get my skin burned by the sunlight.

I waited for my senpai to come back from the drama club, but still, even after waiting for several minutes, she still haven't came back yet. If I remembered correctly, the drama club and the literature club were pretty close by – I wonder what's taking her so long?

And so I decided to....

> Wait and see what happens next
> Follow my curiosity and go after her
> Do naughty things to myself, seeing as I'm alone and such
> Pick my nose whilst dreaming of Primula having hot sex with Eclair-san
> Browse for weird perverted things using the computer
> Imagine senpai running around the school naked.
> Go abduct a nun passing by and urge her to do some BDSM
> Read a book
> Run along naked in the corridor
> Eat some hot, melted cheese whilst petting soft, furry kittens....ah nevermind, I should go get some taco instead.
> Fantasizing about indecent things that would left me with tons of drool
> Do a handstand whilst screaming 'Geronimo' and then a double backflip and somersault whilst yelling out 'Alba wants some'
> Phone home, tell Primula that I'm not ready on losing my virginity to a bunch of rotten coconuts that were pretty much dehydrated from the mass usage of chemotherapy.
> Sleep

Errr...I don't know that I'm actually so perverted. Well, that might be because I'm so bored right at this moment.

Well, on a second thought, I'd better start looking for senpai in the drama club. I'm starting to get worried about her for reasons I couldn't really put into words. In the end, I made up my mind and paced outside the literature club room onto the corridors.

As the school hours had already ended for a while, I could see the majority of lights in the nearby classrooms being put out. There's hardly even any students walking by at this place, which kinda gives me chills down my spine. I heard rumors from my dorm mates that the school building might get pretty scary to wander around especially in the middle of night.

It's still evening but I'm already feeling so afraid. Yeah, I was never good being in situations like this, and I really hate meddling around with cryptic things.....I'm such a scaredy cat. Anyway, I've gotta find senpai as soon as possible before I start thinking about scary things.



A few minutes had passed since I looked around the school building, and I still haven't found the drama club room yet. It's supposed to be pretty close by to the literature club, so why I haven't found it yet? Damn, it's must be about me and my terrible sense of direction; making it pretty much impossible for me to get towards a designated place by verbal clues alone, such as 'when you reach a certain three-way intersection, turn right and then go forward until you reach the third classroom to your left'.

I seriously had no clue on where to find them, except when there's someone who would guide me along the way. Things would be much easier if only there's a map of the school located on every floor that I could go read in case things went pretty hectic in my search. Yup, I could find my way out there by reading maps. I'm pretty blockheaded when it comes to verbal instructions, but when it comes as purely graphic I could somehow made my way through under normal circumstances.

"Phew...I'm beat..."

There's one kind of situation which I truly hated by far, and that is about losing my way on certain places which gave me the chills; kinda similar to my usual nightmare. I was always afraid of getting lost in unfamiliar places...

No....please somebody help me....

"Kyaaaaah!"

Whilst walking in a haphazard manner, I seem to bump into someone. Because my physique was a bit slender, albeit my tall posture, I hope that I didn't hurt or even injure whoever was in front of me. Ugh...at the second thought, my arms and legs kinda hurt....who in the hell might be...

"Oh my...I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were out walking in this place all along. Ouch...that hurts...a bit.."

It was a teacher. She's got this tall physique and she's also well endowed; did she also realize that my face got buried deep within her enormous bosoms? I don't know that one would be oblivious just because she's actually dealing with another girl.

"Umm...it's actually my fault. I should have looked around more...aww...ugh...."

The bump was more severe than I thought, as both of us seem to walk with a high speed, and upon impact, it left both of us falling to the floor. Luckily, aside from it, there's only minor injuries that only gives out a bit of stinging pain that would go on unnoticed when I tried focusing my mind a little on certain things which made me happy.

After a few seconds of silence, both of us finally managed to get up; scrubbing out the dirt that somehow managed to get on our skirts. The teacher was the first one to break upon this moment of silence..

"It's pretty unusual for a student to wonder around this part of school at the current time." her tone was pretty calm and composed, it also shows a subtle tone of curiosity etched within her slightly vibrating voice.

She doesn't seem to have any suspicious intent, so perhaps I should tell the truth.

"Umm...sensei...I'm on my way towards the drama club, but I kinda lost my way, so..."

Upon hearing my statement just now, she raised her eyebrow whilst staring at me with apparent curiosity.

"You're the transfer student, Alba, right? Did you have any interest in drama or something? Ah, perhaps you wouldn't know this since you're just recently transferred here, but unfortunately I must inform you that the club had already been disbanded since the club president graduated a year ago. Still, if there's someone who wished to revive the certain club...there's always an opportunity open to do so, that is, if they managed to meet the certain requirements given by the school regulations."

No, you're wrong. I do not came here to be a transfer student just to join the drama club, or even spend my years from now on until I finally graduated. It's just...

"Sensei, I just want to look for my senpai. She's supposed to be in the drama club right now, would you please take me there? I'm really bad at directions."

"Ah...so that's how it is. From the beginning, I already sensed that you do have something special within yourself. Who would have thought that you....wait, if I'm not mistaken, could you possible be a 'healer'?"

"Yes I am, sensei. Indeed you are correct about that. There's one alumni in this school who kept coming back and spending her time in the now disbanded literature club, and I'm here to help her out."

Even though it might seem really nonsensical to normal people, I explained my objective upon my enrollment to this school. There's a big disturbance coming from senpai, one that's big enough to made this whole world crumble if her depression gets even much more intense than now. She introduces herself as the former club advisor of both drama club and literature club, and she just got back from the drama club room after having an intense argument with senpai.

It's best if I didn't ask anything about the argument.

Following the teacher from right behind her, I eventually made it all the way into the drama club where senpai was supposed to be.

I hope she's alright in there.

What is the meaning of becoming an idealist? I don't know, but as for sure, I can't consider myself to be a realist at all. On many occasions, I've seen the reality as what it could be, rather than what it is, as opposed to what many others would think. I would do stupid things, even if I in particular deem it as stupid and socially unacceptable, just because I want to do it. To me, there's no absolute truth, nor there is a proper definition of what is right and what is wrong.

There's just about whether I want to do it or not, given the predetermined circumstances, in a moment of my inner struggle, that's why I would choose myself over the world. That's why, from the beginning until now, I had always been with me and myself alone, taking upon a solitary path where no one could bug me and correct my own stupidity regardless of my will, just because it would made me blend into the society much better. I don't want that, I just want to live free in accordance to my ideals, on how the world should be.

Perhaps, what made me consider myself to be an idealist was about how I want to distort this image of reality with my own hands; turning it into a place where I could truly attain happiness, based upon my hopes and desires. Yet, I still haven't achieved anything just because I was afraid of being ridiculed and about how the eyes of various people were looking at me with discontentment. Perhaps it's also due to my inability to accept my true self, that I've beginning to wallow myself in the negative thoughts, ending up in a prolonged moment of isolation.

I think, being an author really suits my personality, the one who wanted to sculpt the world with the kind of imagery I really desired inside my head. Though one thing for sure, in order to achieve this kind of dreams, there's nothing much that I can do about it except by pouring forth my entire thoughts and feelings into the form of written words.

Still, even after so many years of writing since my days of high school, I haven't been able to create the kind of story which I truly wanted to write. Winning quite a number of literary competitions back in my school and university days doesn't truly justify what I truly wish to achieve. I think, getting lots of recognition might be good, but it doesn't truly change how i am in the inside.

The change I truly awaited could only be achieved with my own hands, and those of my friends, if there's any. From the beginning until now I still have lots of problems trying to relate myself with other people, and I couldn't even sympathize with them in the slightest, to the point I couldn't really discern whether they were really human beings with real emotions or just mere puppets that were trying their hardest just to conform with their surroundings.

Through all the days of my living, I could only relate to the characters in the various stories that were portrayed through various media; be it the anime series, tv shows, manga, novels, or even Eroge. All of them were so filled with these kind of vividly brilliant personality, that which really sparks my hidden emotions, and I could find myself easily moved by their actions; their hopes, dreams, ideals, and even with every form of conflict – be it's an inner struggle or even confrontations with the others.

I felt as though I'm truly alive, when I immersed myself within the world of stories. By becoming an author myself, I had been given a privilege to write my own reality, that which I truly desire; the perfect portrayal of my idealism that I could be proud of, whether or not people would understand it, or even tried to in the slightest.

It was the world filled with me and myself alone, with my own hands to form the world that only myself truly knows. Yet in this world I created, there was something that were surprisingly lacking in it; a very important thing that I couldn't get my finger on, not yet at this moment. That's why, when I figured it out, I suddenly lost all of my confidence to write, but due to my creed of commitment, of my responsibility to finish every story that I've started - I managed to keep on going until now.

Still, even after achieving so much and completing quite a number of stories, mostly due to my perseverance and many other factors to top it off – this feelings of emptiness were still there; unfazed by the sheer effort and determination I managed to pull off within the recent times of late.

Suddenly, it all changed when I came across this girl which showcased an ethereal kind of charm unlike any other characters I've seen in the stories, moreover...she's definitely real, that which I presumed to be upon seeing her in person. Upon meeting her, it truly opened my eyes...shining upon the light of hope which enables me to do things I originally deem as impossible.

Her name was Alba.



"Senpai!" as soon as the teacher showed me the way towards the drama club room, I hesitated for a moment before finally barging inside that place whilst shouting on top of my voice.

At first I kinda expected that she would be sitting there on the ground with slumped shoulders, giving out a kind of gloomy expression from her eyes. Right now, what lies before me was completely different. She just stood there, gazing towards the window with a solemn expression just like when we first met up inside the club room.

I think you might have realized it already, but I did speak to her as if we've already been acquainted for quite the long time. Not exactly, it's possibly my first day of meeting with her; the first moment when I encountered her down the rooftops, eating her lunch whilst being left out by everyone else.

No one seems to really recognize her, and she just seems to be more mature than most of the students, it's not that...she looks old...in fact she's so youthful one might mistook her for a freshman and on top of it she's...sexy.....but there's some kind of dignified air around her which made people look at her with awe. It's a kind of pity that someone as her doesn't seem to like interacting with others, but I could tell she's the kind of person who would have lots of secret admirers.

I just sensed an enormous amount of disturbance coming out from her, which truly assured me that she's the one causing it all, that which made me somehow intimidated by her at the first sight. Though as I hardened my resolve to approach her, I could feel that there's something inside this girl which feels really familiar to me, the kind of stuff which indicates that we would get along well as friends, or even more than that...no, just thinking about it made me blush.

"I could see that you're finally here, Alba. You do not need to go into that much of trouble to find me, as I'm about to get back towards our club room right now."

Could it be....

No, if that's really true, it means she already defeated her own worst enemy all by herself. She managed to win against her inner struggle without even showcasing a single bit of her weakness to the others. Even if I could somehow feel the intense pain which her soul had experienced, it was still a fact that she's still putting out a strong front until the end, without any sign of giving up.

How? What is the source of her power to be able to overcome the disturbances with her powers alone, and ultimately managed to defeat it, thus achieving a tremendous victory on top of that?

"If I were to tell you something, I am definitely grateful that you were here, Alba. There's something that's been opening up within my eyes, now that I've finally met you. I couldn't really put my finger in it, by the time we first met on the rooftop earlier, but when I see your face again right now...I am certain that you're the one who came forth to rescue me."

"B-but senpai...I didn't exactly do anything."

"At least you would be there for me when I needed someone to listen, that much is enough for someone who experienced the feelings of prolonged solitude."

She walked towards me until we're both close enough for her to reach her hand out, the next moment, I realized she was patting my head with a smile so vibrant; unlike anything I've ever seen before. For a moment, I was blown aback by the feelings of awe which made me froze in place. It seems that, from within her, there's a brilliant white light which radiates across the room, a light so beautiful it made me completely forgotten about the lapse of time.

It's just as if the time had stopped, the moment she gave upon such radiant smile.

...and within that very moment, I was completely immersed upon fixating my sight at her.

From behind my back, I could hear a faint sound of a dignified chuckle that must be coming from the teacher, but most of the time I paid my attention to what's in front of me.

Senpai's smiling face.

"You see, I got my inspiration upon writing that play whilst recalling back the time when I was there in this literature club room all alone, then suddenly you came here. For a moment there, I couldn't really feel anything, but when I recalled that moment way back, I felt exactly like the girl who was left all alone, when she first met her first companion. But it's much different, I felt much fortunate that my companion could also talk to me, telling her that she worries about me, and that moment when she agrees to help me with my selfish requests..."

"So I just wanted to make a happy story with this kind of luminous bright feeling, that there's still hope in this world, that having a single person who would listen to you would change the entire perspective in which you see the things around. The original story was kind of dark and filled with melancholy, so I somewhat felt sympathetic for the girl. I really wanted to write this to project upon the vision of happiness for her. That all of these moments of despair were actually just a dream and mere illusion, and the truth which lies ahead will be that of a destiny filled with the lights of hope and happiness."

Ah, I see how it was. The stories that brought about a revelation of hope and happiness, the kind of story I loved the most. If she's going to write something about it, I really wanted to support her to the best of my abilities, even though I'm not an author or even someone accustomed to the world of literature.

Though, there's something which bothers me quite a bit, that which made me really wanted to ask senpai for a while.

"Then, what about that argument with sensei?" I just can't help but ask her what's truly going on behind the scenes.

"It's nothing, I just want to see you worrying about me. Sensei and I kinda...well...pulled it off, you see."

"You're a meanie."

Both the teacher and senpai laughed at me for quite some time as I find my face getting hotter by each second passes.



In the end, we finally came back towards the literature club room to clean things up before we got home to our respective places. At first, I'm surprised that this was the first time the club had been properly used since the moment of senpai's graduation. When senpai first came here, she cleaned the room all by herself, using this as a mere place to gather her inspiration about; I heard this all from senpai as she told me this on the way back from the drama club room.

It's pretty strange that, in a school like this, in which the students were obliged to learn things in order to become a refined lady...the cultural clubs like the literature and drama ones were pretty much defunct. And only the science and sport clubs were still having the members active, albeit not enough to call it bustling with activity.

But I think that's not the most important thing to focus on right now. I just want to help senpai to fulfill her goals on writing the play she was truly looking forward to. Even if the disturbance had already been lifted off her, who knows that it might came out soon enough by the moment I averted my gaze from the current matter.

Which means, my work right over here isn't even half-finished yet. Truth to be told, I'm not doing this because I was asked to, but it's because I truly wanted to help her out of my own will.

So I asked her again.

"Can I come to your apartment by the time we get back?"

Oh no! This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but in order to make things as brief as possible, I unfortunately blurted out the wrong words.

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"Sure."

She just accepted it like that?

"N-no...I mean..."

"You don't want to? Well, I'm also about to ask you out to stay. There would be delicious food and comfy beds, so I won't accept a no for an answer! Besides tomorrow would be Saturday, so we should have two day offs."

"Mmm...kay..."

In our school, we have two day offs during the Saturday and Sunday, so now would be the perfect time for me to help her. But then, I need to pack up my belongings back at the dorm, if we're going on bus or something, then I figure things might get pretty....

Yeah, on times like this I've got a feeling that I need to pack a lot more than just the necessities.

"If you're wondering, I commute everyday with my own car, which was parked right near the school's entrance. So don't worry, just go back and pack things up from your dorm, I'll be waiting in front of the dorm's entrance when you're ready...just take your time."

"Well then...if you excuse me."

The moment when I got back to my dorm room, I threw out my bagpack in such unladylike manner and jumped straight into the bed with my socks still on, and my uniform still unchanged.

Cuddling my pillow with these feelings of embarrassment...my heart beats so fast, imagining lots of things that I could do in senpai's apartment.

"Ah...I nearly forgot it..."

First things first, I need to gather around my stuff quickly as I don't want to keep senpai waiting. I reluctantly put the necessary things such as clothing and the bathroom supplies like toothbrush, soap, toothpaste, shampoo, and etc.

After stuffing up my travel bag with a bit more things than what I was originally expected, I ran towards the entrance with a bit of stagger due to the weight of this object. There I saw senpai waiting right in front of the dorm's entrance, standing beside her car; it was a green-colored sedan with a kind of old-fashioned look, but by the sound of the engines bustling energetically, I could tell that she's been taking a good care of it.

I didn't know that senpai had this side to her.

"Shall we go then, Alba?"

"Yup."

Both of us then rode towards another turning point that might drastically impact the future of our world, but all that were far etched deep into my memory during the ride was the nice scent which wafts out from the car freshener.

It has the aroma which resembles that of a lavender.