Sandbox Modo - Episode 15 (END)

This is just a random writing made by someone who has ran out from all of his abnormal surge of inspiration. Trying to keep up with many experimental writings and lack of motivation, there will eventually be a time when those engines which had been running at insane speed, would came into halt. Not only that, some discouraged feeling of being unable to create something worthwhile after all this time has rendered me powerless, that pretty much sums it up.

First, let me just tell you guys about what's been happening these past few weeks; summer classes were pretty busy. Fortunately the lecturers were able to deliver these hard-to-digest material with an easy tidbit which we all numbskulls could understand.

Juggling between school work and these writing projects were never easy, there's a time when I had to flunk some tests just to finish up a chapter because I'm in my peak of inspiration, pretty damn crazy thing I had been doing all this time.

Luckily there's my sis Meredith who has been keeping a close look after me, she's pretty much the only person in my family who knows about my secret activities on the net, and strangely enough, she was highly supportive of it. Add up Soren, her 'girlfriend'...because even now I can't see him as a guy after all because of his crossdressing hobby, and to top it off, he looks exceptionally good in it. I sometimes had a hard on while thinking of that trap, to the point I began to doubt my own sexuality.

You know, I felt a bit resigned to tell you this. But if I remembered correctly, there's something about a 'Rapunzel' thingy that my sis mentioned beforehand to Soren, completely wrecking up my 'just some normal dude' persona. Okay so here's the deal, while I'm still in Junior High, I was helping out with my sis' drama club activities. She's the one auditioning for the casts in addition of being a director for that play. The position for the female lead was, unfortunately the hardest one to fill up...because my sis' had proposed such extreme standards.

The female lead's character was named 'Rapunzel' and eventually I was the one choosen by my sis for some reason I can't seem to understand. By the way, the play itself kinda has a strange girl-on-girl undertone and all of the casts were female with the exception of myself. And so on Meredith sis forced my naive self into wearing....those dress. I don't really remember how was the play going because even as the 'heroine' with many lines to memorize, it just went poof...smoothly.

It's all thanks to me practicing with sis all the time I became confident enough to act my role. That was the first time of me being in a stage, and I totally forget everything else besides the characters I gaze upon, completely immersing myself as the character I'm playing. Yeah, it was the characters that I remembered...how was the Princess Mileva doing while she gazed at Rapunzel, her servant. Duchess Leene forcefully kissing her personal maid...wait this doesn't feel right at all.

On a second thought, I don't want to remember how was that play going on!

And so on Rapunzel became a cult figure among the friends of Meredith sis, to tell you the truth no one really knows that the one playing Rapunzel was me. My sis just said that the one playing her was an acquaintance of her from an overseas theater club. Summing it all up, I helped the club activities by...crossdressing. I have to admit this kind of thing was pretty much embarrassing....and even more that I kind of enjoy it, no no no I mean the drama thingy.

Hey that doesn't mean I'm not the least bit embarrassed while wearing those dress you know! Man I swear I'm truly grateful no one noticed it was me with all those make up and hair extensions.

Then I wonder why was this character so popular after the play? Because she gave an impression of a gothic lolita and many of my sis' friends were pretty much into much younger girls? Nah unfortunately I'm a boy so no...

I never wore female clothing before that play. And after those play I also never wore them again because I'm kinda traumatized of those people chasing after me from the backstage. Luckily there's Meredith sis who's done a good job on hiding me out and helped me change back into my usual self. At last my life was saved from a pinch...phew...

Well she's the one to blame for all this, but at last I had some fun of being in a drama play. Furthermore their acting was all great I'm totally fascinated by their dedication, well that is when you leave all those girl-on-girl parts that my sis wrote herself.



And then lets move on to the next topic. Again, I have to admit something...particularly about my weakness in logical processing. Many of the stuff I'm working on lacks the necessary logic in order to make each parts, one or another seem coherent. And I also seem to raise my middle finger saying 'Fuck Logic' by writing some weird humor stuff involving mountain gorillas fapping and some obese bear humping bunch of toilet stalls while moving in a Reggae style.

I don't really know how am I actually ended up in this blatantly nonsensical parade, orchestrating some of the most whimsical thing I've ever witnessed. Guess that's me for you and I might have to get my brain checked to see if there's something broken in it, might be a few loose screws there and there. But yeah I'm afraid of those operation rooms especially when those sharp objects start digging through your innards, man that was truly terrifying, one of the most prominent reasons to stay healthy. The experience of hospital stays were more than enough to remind me not to fuck around with my lifestyle again.

Thank goodness it doesn't really include the restrictions of fapping too much. I mean fapping is actually good for health but hey my dick hurts after whacking it hard enough for a whole 30 minutes. There was one kinky yuri porn I watched when a really damn cute chick was stripping down her younger sister's clothing, leaving none left, then proceeds to rape her. Nice french kissing and some lusty grinding right over there, it's truly a fantastic fapping experience.

Nowadays I kinda feel that straight sex videos kinda boring but no I don't watch ghey pr0n at all. Maybe a little bit of dickgirl ones because you know even if it's weird I still get myself onto this because of the novelty. I bet those porn industry might spend a bit too much on the asshole lubricant to the point it even gets even more slippery than a wet floor, but still more rigid than a wet pussy.

Talking about these porn thingy it's been a while since I last written a H-Scene. More like, it also seems that I'm currently resigning myself into writing much of these perverted stuffs, sticking more of my creative aspect into creating the actual serious ones, mostly about the plot development and the characters. Though in any case, I eventually found out that I prefer doing the light-hearted things rather than the thrilling serious ones.

Frankly, I find myself becoming too comfortable on writing in this diary-esque form because it makes my thoughts flew around freely. And when I tried to change the approach by emphasizing on the writing structure, I eventually went pretty down and uninspired. From the start, I tend to hate limitations while doing things that I wanted, that's why I would rather do it with first-hand experience from practicing it directly, instead of relying on tutorials and stuff which teaches me their ideal form on literature works. And while doing these practices I really like to turn off the logical processing, freely expressing things in a somewhat abstract nonsensical ideas. There you have it, this is how I came up with such absurd way of approach.



Speaking of some absurdity. I'd like to write about something kinda illogical but fun. Just one of my assumptions in a "What if?" scenario when we went up to unleash our wildest imaginations in an alternate universe similar to this current reality. The difference is, that alternate universe could be altered so it may or may not have things that our real life does. A good example of this could be explained as I made a certain thread about this What-If scenario. There's myriad of things you can alter in your own universe, there's also lots of shits and giggles being thrown out from some of my pals joining into that forum too.

Because he made me smile for his brilliant ideas, I decided to give him a free internet badge for his achievement. Okay so his ideas include the elimination of dangerous side-effects from eating junk food and stuff, make trans-fats and other dangerous substances cease to exist so we can finally eat these junk foods to our hearts' content in addition of steaks, seafoods, and other high-cholesterol in addition of many other foods the healthcare experts deem as unhealthy. That is a pretty great idea so to say, but then it would make not much of a difference since I prefer vegetables and those 'things' labeled as healthy foods, not because of the nutrition itself, but the invigorating taste in which that produce yields as I feasted upon those goodness from nature.

That's not the grand part yet, we know it will eliminate pretty much many of these obese peoples which are plaguing our country right now with their unhealthy looks. It sometimes gives me chills seeing many of these people walking around like a hulking meatball on the convenience stores I usually frequent. No offense here but I think those people might even weigh more than 200 kilograms and I can't just believe what I'm seeing right now. Many people will start looking sexy without having to worry about much to what they eat. It means freedom to choose their diet, before we know it the McDoubles will become a regular dish for breakfast and we can freely eat meat everyday!

There's some other ideals involving the elimination of STDs, so there will be no AIDS. No I don't want that since many people will go and buttraping each other, it definitely will make many more buttholes being ruptured which is totally painful so to speak.

I have some different ideas on this What-If scenario. This is about an alternate universe in which the time flow has stopped completely, and we can enter it for as long as we want, without the fear of aging and degeneration that comes throughout our daily life. It's probably a perfect hideout for me to spend hours or maybe days in that kind of place doing nothing and just contemplating about so many things, in this place where the time is infinite.

Let's call it the Time Tunnel, with various other things we can design like our own room. In my version the world's been pure white and there's many peripherals like books and computers when I could play games all day, reading these stuff from however long I want to, and laze around without doing anything for so long, then I come back only to see not much a time passed. As my biological clock had stopped I won't have to worry about not eating nor sleeping, or even have any fatigues at all, it's an imaginary world just like being in a lucid dream where you have full realization about what's truly happening.

Somehow I want to immerse myself in that world, disappearing from this fast-paced reality once and for all. There will be no definite change happening and I can forever be content in this world where time has stopped. I could also just hole myself in here and practice whatever skills I need to without worrying about my lack of free time, or even complete all the stories I wanted to write and submitting it in one go. When the time becomes infinite there's many things that would be possible, I call hax.

Still, even without all these Time Tunnel thingy I usually find myself with lots of time to spare and even more, since I tend to slack off on many occasions in addition of having a haphazard lifestyle where routine activities could just go screw themselves. Personally, I find myself comfortable enough to proceed freely without all these scrutinized timetables, kinda dislike being chained into doing what I must do in some uncomfortable way. It might lead into lots of procrastination when there's nothing to keep me in, but I have my own drive to do these things even without chains to keep me from being astray.

This writing by itself has become a strong pillar in order to motivate myself in order to have a more positive outlook in my personal life. In all seriousness it has driven me from rock bottom onto the point where I can safely be assured of my own triumph if I could keep my own pace on doing things that I loved to do. I also won't forget the outstanding support that you guys gave me along the way too...thanks for being with me this far.

Yeah I'm looking at you who's reading this text right now.

I'll probably come up with another based-from-life story next time, since I got some emails from a great buddy of mine whom I get along with on some anime site. His experience was really bittersweet that I shed manly tears on that one.

Until the next episode, cheers!

First of all, I think the retelling of my friend's IRL story won't be done anytime soon since he's been offline since the last week, probably about his real-life issues related to the story he told me while we're chatting together privately on Psyke, one of the most popular instant messaging applications to date. Anyhow, I didn't feel compelled to write it as I haven't asked him for the permission yet. And he didn't even disclose about his intention of making it public by telling his experiences to me, that's probably more like a personal chat between close friends and I'm suddenly surprised at how our topics suddenly develop from a somewhat ordinary one.

That will wait until he finally gets back so we could talk about it again later, I think it won't be done anytime soon though, or maybe I should just forget about it since well, I consider the things he wrote to me while in the conversation to be private in nature, in addition of the topic being a bit serious so if I were to screw up a little, it might offend various people. Sorry for disappointing you guys with this announcement, hopefully this one will make up on it for now. Let's move on to the next topic...

Lately I've been watching some episodes of a school life anime that's been utter silly and absurdly cliched, though it still ends up as a really fun show. Those 26 episodes were really worth it as I watched it from the start to finish, I won't gave in the details as I'm doing the parody of those peculiar show in addition of various inspiration source. So yeah, that anime inspired me to gave in some ideas on how I will make a School Life Anime idea.

And now let's start the new episode : Absurd Ideas for a Ridiculous School Life Anime



By the way, there's something I've noticed when watching these kind of animes : it is titled school life anime but on most occasions they were never shown as studying, and the only time's it's shown off, based on what I watched so far, were on the times of mid terms and final exams. Furthermore, most of the protagonists crammed on it on the day before, and to narrow it down the usual ones as the main character were made to have a difficulty on studying as we tend to like the idiots better than the elitist smart-asses.

What else? On the first episode you found out about the protagonist being overslept for their first day at school. And then they bumped into what they call it....their love interest because they had a perfectionist quality but truthfully I'm not interested on these perfect types, I prefer those who were flawed but has a strong personality to back it up.

Thankfully at ones I watched, I cried manly tears because that guy finally get hooked up with the ideal heroine, she's not perfect at all, in fact her flaws were absolutely ridiculous that I fell down my chair while watching it. But amidst her stack of ridiculously klutzy moments, she has an aspect that we all long to create as a storywriter....yeah, she has a heart and the emotions she shown towards the viewers were definitely realistic!

The events at the school life animes were mostly ordinary, at one day you get the entrance ceremony, and the only occasion you find yourself most of time in a classroom is when you first introduce yourself and when you're talking to the friends during the lunch break. And it seems the student council played quite an important role, although to be honest I don't really care about them during my days at high school, I'm particularly just doing whatever I wanted to do.

There's one thing that bugs me, about a character who doesn't study at all but still managed to reach their top of classes? And those who were incredibly dumbfounded by the slightest thought of studying? And it really made me raise my eyebrow in bewilderment on a show when all the main characters got into the top seats....with the exception of the Protagonist of course. He's the only odd one out because the show refer to him as an idiot, though when faced with daily life situations he's incredibly clever, quickly adapting to things, acting like an adult who leads his other friends towards the right path.

Such an irony when his buddy who's at top of his class could only act like a retarded bunch and he's scared shit just when he's trying to ask a random stranger for directions! But in one way or another, there's a realistic aspect to that. I don't know about that genius Humphrey though aside from the fact that he likes to fap to ghey porn, and he dislikes Soren being in his room because he's afraid that he will turn masochistic to beautiful guys.

Then after the regular school days when the scene gets skipped out as soon the teacher comes in, we got some occasional events like the sports meet, or even a school trip. Suddenly it then skips to the summer vacation where they ask their love interest for a date, but they seem a bit stuck on going to the movies or the arcade....that's too mainstream man. It will be a bit more reasonable if they were going shopping or just having a lunch or dinner together. But who am I to complain? I haven't finished even a single one out of my long-time projects, let alone writing a script for an anime.

Before I made you bored any further by explaining those cliches that some of you have already been too accustomed of, let me offer you my own version of a school life anime story, just the idea though, mostly meant as a random joke. No, it's definitely not a script for an actual show, really.



First and foremost, I want to decide what is this anime about. Though eventually I decided to give up on it because it's actually an utter nonsense from the beginning towards the end, only serves to provide random fun...if you guys were actually having fun from these I guess. Ah, again I have to say 'Fuck Logic' and then goes down towards the most dramatic part, the opening scenes of this first episode.

Let's say, many numbers of school life anime starts or eventually have the event of a transfer student coming in right? Those transfer student with ridiculous qualities that soon became the talk of the entire class, and soon became the school's idol. In my version, I'd like to change some bits, there and there in order to create a fresh idea. Let's just say this scene was told by the eyes of our main protagonist, a typical otaku nerd who enjoys looking at hentai and ecchi stuff. He wore glasses with a normal stature, about 170 cm tall with average looks too.

Pretty weak at sports and only has above average grades, currently on his second year, has a dream of going towards a laid back university when he could freely spend another 4 years without the supervision of his parents. Yes, he currently lives alone in a modest apartment complex.

He started the second year with an urge to be truant for his first day. But I'd like to deviate from the usual standard of the Protagonist always being late on his first day, let's make the Protagonist being absurdly early. It's later told later during the first episode that he broke into the school during the night, the day before this first day with a large backpack containing his futon and the other ones with his uniform and another one containing his uniform and all necessary school stuffs. I don't know why, maybe it's just because the scenery of Protagonists along with the other casts being late is getting too mainstream?

Let's name the Protagonist....no don't use the name Kenji or Maruo again. Let's give him the name of Ningen Error. His friends usually call him Nige-san or the stylish nickname 'Nigel'. And to make things even more hipster, let's just say he and the heroine moved on to the school for a sleepover event because the heroine had some bad habit of snoring like a gorilla because her room had terrible ventilation that yields her into doing so...I don't know how was that truly related anyway. Okay the name of this heroine is uh...Sushi Tempura, because his father has an obsession with Sushi and Tempura. Her friends usually call her Suzu-chan or just Suzu.

Mr. Error, or should we just say Nigel, wanted to help our Suzu-chan to stop her habit of being such a gorilla every single fucking night. To tell you the truth, it won't make Nigel so worried if Suzu actually looks like a gorilla. But the truth is, our dear heroine is really a knockout on the looks department with her athletic posture, and her silky jet black hair cut short. Not only her physique and hair, she also had a very cute face, with her cherry lips which greatly tempts Nigel from kissing it indecently, and her black-pearl eyes that you can't just simply look away from.

Add up her outstanding ability in a various difficult subject like science and math...no I won't make her an all-rounder perfectionist, although her scores are pretty high in other fields of study, she always aced Science, Math, and English in her class. She was also a part of the Girls' Basketball Team, and soon finds herself as a strong point-guard from the school's team, leading them into winning the 3rd place in last years' National Competition. It was her three-pointers on the last minute which made the team won against the opponent during the 3rd place stakeout.

Even though they lost to the team which eventually become the champion during the semi-finals, Suzu managed to gave them a really hard time with her insane dash dribbling, deadly three-pointers, in addition of dangerous passes with high precision and velocity, that she's been guarded by three of the opponents. Nigel was busy, gazing at the spectacles where those 3 busty babes were squishing their breasts against our Suzu while they're guarding her. Those three look a bit drenched in pleasure while they're grinding their melons against Suzu's innocent face.

Wait something's not right. After the match was over, those busty girls went up and asked Suzu for her number, which she gladly gives away. Then after she got home, one of them called out to her and asked for a phone sex with wet sounds resounding from the other side...

Oh damn it why am I writing about this?

By the way, Suzu's rack was about C-cup, kind of above average amongst her friends. Still managed not to stand out too much, and those medium-sized melons also looks firm and elegant. The scenes of her being groped during the changing time by her envious female friends often occured, weird enough she was COMPLETELY OKAY with it.

How did I came up with the basketball team while relating to her snoring problem? It's simple enough, during the National Tournament, many of her teammates couldn't sleep because Suzu-chan snores like a gorilla, making them rather fatigued during the match day. After the competition ends, some of her teammates also complained that, if only Suzu didn't snore like a gorilla they might have won the 1st place instead of 3rd.

That was when the ugly truth start striking her, she didn't wanted to snore like a gorilla again. And there goes her plan to start snoring like a normal person by training herself into taking many deep breaths before sleeping.

Uh, let's skip her attempts for now and let's move on towards their first day.



Since I didn't have much inspiration left, I will just reveal you that the transfer student was actually a Toilet. And the Toilet is our Protagonist's twin brother, through the power of darkness when sucking through the rotten titties of Queen Asdfgjkl from planet Asdasdasd while he was traveling through the outer space, across the galaxy of Anal Fisting located in the interims of Goatse.

His twin brother was born as a human, though when he was a baby a homosexual alien was enchanted by his pure beauty and then the alien decides to make this baby the future queen.

But when Mr. Alien tried to shove a pacifier down the baby's buttcracks a light envelops the entire room, and all of these gays turned their sexual orientation back, becoming a straight person again. And because the Alien was eternally grateful for their recovery from the chains of Lemonparty, he and his friends decided to take those baby into planet Asdasdasd instead in order for Queen Asdfgjkl to raise him, unbeknownst to her rotten titties that behold insidious powers. I won't write the details but the baby eventually arrived and soon enough underwent a horrid transformation from a beautiful baby boy into a mini toilet. That is, because he was sent directly to the Queen herself to suck her titties.

The Queen was deeply infuriated by the toilet's insolence so she cast the baby mini toilet away towards planet Lolwtf where he will be raised as a glorious royal toilet for 15 years until he was sent back to the Earth as a transfer student in a random high school. Gaining contact with the toilet's powers, four main characters including the Protagonist and the Main Heroine. They received powers....no it looks more like a curse, bestowing upon them ridiculous skills and transformation that made people cringe in WTF.

Let's start with the Protagonist, Nigel. He's pretty plain so he will just transform into a penguin holding a giant bazooka, the penguin had supreme strength, agility, and insane jumping ability which made him become the leader of the pack. Mr. Penguin also likes to troll people around.

The main heroine, Suzu. Turns into a muscular bodybuilder...wait what the fuck? Yeah it was such an unfortunate aspect of her when such a cute heroine will transform into a GAR persona. There's also the protagonist's friend who's a trap, and he transforms into a monkey. And the school's badass delinquent that turns into a loli girl with insane fighting abilities too.

Mr. Toilet, along with our 4 heroes plan to destroy Queen Asdfgjkl's minions who came to conquer the Earth. A supreme battle on their high school grounds will commence, eventually there will be a time when Toilet will face off with the Queen herself with the main goal of slicing her titties open in order to break off the curse.

Will the heroes be able to defeat the Evil Matriach, Queen Asdfgjkl, in addition of destroying her ugly titties? Find out more on the upcoming episode of....

Okay forget about that.

Speaking of which, I think I forgot to take my medication today.

Let's begin this Episode with something random and nonsensical. I do browsed some kind of absurd comedy shows from a popular video streaming site where people made fun of stereotypical peoples, it's nice, I like it very much, it made me laughed a lot, particularly on the show's host who's also a brilliant comedian. What really irks me is when so many shows tried to become too serious it turns out to be a lame copy of their inspirations in the end, one of the more reasons I tend to prefer light-hearted ones over these over-the-top titles. Well, it might be just one of my preferences though.

Speaking of which, it's been a few days since the last day of my summer class exams' end. Humphrey and Soren went back to their relatives' place because they're smart enough already, to not took any summer classes, damn it I feel so lonely without these crazy people around me. Though there's still my sis, Meredith, who's paying me a visit from time to time, occasionally bugging me, and the other time she gave me some nice treat, like taking me to some places where we could eat together, also when she have no more time she usually came by with some wrapped food or snacks when she went by.

But well, just her being here is already enough for me, I want to see her smile. Oh well, sometimes did I wonder if my sis already done it with her 'trap' girlfriend? I meant Soren of course, he really looks like a girl that I always ran onto a danger of becoming a closet homosexual. Though it's strange how my sis sometimes said this...

"If you want, you can have 'her' as a meal...Rapunzel-chan."

No, at the second thought I do not want this trapsmex thingy! And I'm not going to do that kind of cosplay stuff again, particularly NOT in that frilly goth loli outfit, it's not my style at all you know it?

Oh well, letting the Trap issues aside, let's move back to my daily activities. There's some stack of series I haven't watched, and there's also so many games in my Hard Disk that I haven't played yet, more waiting on my External Drive too, I do downloaded lot of movie titles but still haven't watched it.

Most of the titles, I tend to delete them except of the comedy ones, yes I do like those who can make me laugh all day, especially when the story's easy enough to digest. One way or another I do prefer cartoon shows to the prime-time television shows, kinda reminds me that I'm still a little kid in the inside, bit childish I guess. More becoming like an adult that mostly being in the playful side of things, but well I like being my childish side like this hahaha...

Oh yeah, recently I did browsed a certain site which hosts their translation and scanlation works, all of them were Yuri doujins. If you dunno what 'Yuri' is, it's a slang for girl-on-girl romance. I don't really know for sure when I become quite addicted to it, but my love for it starts once upon a time when I stumbled upon a visual novel which popularized the entire yuri genre.

The title is 'Cherry-Red Blossoming Petals', the story's about couple of students attending an all-girls' high school, with all of the exciting encounters revolving around their school life activities and their daily life outside of academics. The story development was more of the light-hearted side which matches perfectly with my preference, the comedy's also pretty nice it made me crack up at many points, it manages to give me a really good laugh and I salute them, the comedy's one of their strongest points for sure. And there's one more thing which made me really respect them as brilliant storywriters, when you already had an excellent quality slice-of-life school drama with great comedy and exciting events going on, there's still an occasional twists and conflicts, although simple, could serve as a very powerful tearjerker because of their capabilities on producing a really heart-warming scenery.

It doesn't appear as forced at all and the storyline flows so natural, it also has strong realistic aspects within it, that makes me feel like reading someone's real life experience while playing that visual novel. With a very memorable cast of characters with their own motives, dreams, and ideals which sets themselves apart from each other, even the side characters still managed to stand out and I'm very impressed with the attention to detail which the developers gave to their characters.

The character development might be its strongest point but I can't give a review about it without spoiling each and every content of its greatness, please play it for yourself in order to experience the full spectrum of things this VN could give. From what I can tell thus far, you got a Protagonist who you can totally relate to, well at least for me, and each and every decision the Protagonist makes through you, it really influences the direction of the character development of the entire cast, along with the protagonist themselves, in such a way which makes it interesting enough to try out all the choices.

And yeah, its going to be really vanilla with no bad endings, only normal, good, and best endings, so those who were kind of afraid of bad stuff happening on the way due to screwing up could just rest easy.

Not to mention the art-style was amongst the best I've ever seen, this title speaks everything about detail and quality, from the photo-realistic designs of the background which came to life through the artists' hands towards the astounding level of depth within the characters. Combination of supreme technical skills and soulful composition which makes the art came to life by itself.

But as I am not really experienced on analyzing the artworks, since I'm not an anime CG artist myself I can't really give much opinions about it, I do say the art really enchants me to play further and further just to stare at the characters' vibrant expression, or even just looking at the detailed scenery unfolded before me with every changing scenes.

So yeah, last but not least, let's talk about the music and sound in the VN itself. While at times it's not as apparent as the Story, Art, and Characters, the soundtrack features many memorable tracks, especially the BGM tunes that you listen along while you play it, and although some of the composition was pretty simple and straightforward, it suits the scene perfectly, thus adding the overall depth that's being masterfully crafted through the story, characters, and art.

The BGM really tells the current mood of the moment and the shift between the tunes along the mood changes were perfect, in some scenes there's a silence instead of the music playing too, adding the variation that notifies the development towards a more serious plotline, or should I say, plot twists. And even if the arrangement already serves as a strong complementary, I must salute them because, especially when the route reaches its climax, the music arrangements played become intensely powerful, marking the sum of turbulence between the emotions of the characters, the arrangements also become a bit complex, featuring neo-classical elements and at some moments might become progressive too.

As far as I know the composer himself is an avid fan of Progressive Rock, though he decided to pursue a different path through composing soundtracks since he thought that making a technical music for the sake of technicality wasn't his goal at all. He also said in the interview that he wasn't motivated enough to learn the technical aspects of music since he deem himself as too lazy and too unmotivated, and instead he tried developing his own sound with his limited scope of knowledge. I did learned soon after, that the great composer himself couldn't read musical scores at all! So he needed some assistants to transcribe his demo playing into the scores, along with the help of expert musicians to re-arrange the compositions to suit a different instrument which the composer has no mastery of.

Mr. Composer himself is a multi-instrumentalist, though at some tracks it becomes quite impossible for him to play all instrument tracks separately and mix it thereafter, as he said before in his interview 'it needs a certain kind of intensity and charm'. Soon many interested musicians were invited, and that's how he came up with the final result, an impressive musical arrangement for the climax scenes.

To tell you the truth I also want to disclose in detail about the awesomeness of the OP and ED theme, but it might make the review being so much longer. Okay so keeping it simple, I think the songs used were one of the strong parts too, perhaps it could be the second strongest part beside the character development. One opening song was used and there's several ending songs being played after you reached the good endings, and the special ending theme for reaching the best ending. I couldn't say much but I think the composer has outdone himself in all of his efforts on composing the in-game tracks on the opening and closing themes, it blend in eclectic genres of music into one powerful track in each song involved.

I might also reveal that even though the composer was a great vocalist himself, he choosed to audition for the best female vocalists to fit in the vocal department, since he felt that female vocals suit the atmosphere of this VN much better. Even if the vocalists were mostly known for singing pop songs, their voices really suit the progressive arrangement. And regardless of the song composition, which was complex in nature, it's a really pleasant listen that's easy on the ears, that still manages on being catchy and memorable without dropping a single bit of technicality and depth.

Man it seems I got a bit too enthusiastic on talking about the musical aspects that I made the review so long. Oh well, as an ending note, this VN is one recommended title which really inspires me on doing many stuff, there's many more aspects I want to discuss about but let's leave that aside for now.

That concludes my review, but I think there's still some ways to go before this Episode finally concludes. Let's just say I have some ideas to make a Fanfiction out of that VN series that I reviewed earlier, as I got really inspired on writing because of it. Though it turns out in the end, that I couldn't really turn out the insane-standard which this VN seem to hold, into a fan-story with my miniscule amount of talent and skills. Yeah it's really hard and frustrating trying to adapt the grand feeling that VN has.

But well instead of completely discarding the idea that my failed attempt has, I thought about it again, hey I made quite a complete draft out of it, even if it was terrible. So, a year after I finished that fanfiction draft, which was just recently, I decided to revamp the story draft into my own original story idea. It's mostly also just a draft for my future project ideas, it might be long enough after I completed all my old projects, before I finally able to start doing a serious version of it.

That aside, let us continue on to where I'm sidetracked earlier due to the rise of my enthusiasm from of these nostalgic memories that arose by reminiscing about my past glory while playing it. Ahem, so yeah, that scanlation site released so many great yuri doujins it made me inspired to write more of my stuff, even if it's not peculiarly based on yuri genre itself. Although many of these had nice stories, there's some doujin titles which totally drowns me in, either due to the fantastic art style or the powerful storywriting, I can tell that the group has set such high standards for their released work.

I just can't imagine how much hard work must be done in order to release such high-quality material, though it's not just one person doing all the work, there's about five to six people involved in it. From buying stuff from the events on Comiket, which took some great deal of effort in order to get the peculiar doujins from their favorite authors, not to mention the sunburn and insanely long lines, it was truly a hell alone just to buy the kind of doujins which they wanted.

The next step will be importing, as you know many countries impose strict prohibition to pornographic kind of material. And although some of these doujins releases are SFW, there's a precaution for the importations, and that also leaves the prospect of no Loli Yuri doujins out there because even in those countries with legalization of pornography material, there's also a strict rule involved about Child Pornography. So yeah, it will be a hard work just to get it going. Even after the importing has been done, and the doujin received the scanlator's place, here lies the most problematic, troublesome, the whole burden lies in the scanlator's hands.

Why? If the doujins weren't scanlated properly, not to mention if the doujin gets into some accident when the pages got torn, or else, not to mention when something gets on the way when you have to disassemble the booklet and scanlate each pages then something goes wrong, it might leave the whole hard work come to waste hahaha..so yeah, I think being a scanlator is really a hard job with heavy responsibilities. The scanlation technique might also affect the quality of the RAWs which the doujin has, adds this up, it might be a tough job to do, well that's for me who have an actual zero experience about this kind of stuff hahaha...

But I'm sure people working in this field must be professionals on their own trade, to have such impressive skills. I think there's also translators and editors needed in order to make the quality translation complete, translators were quite a rare gem in this world so if you're fluent with the language and you can translate, there's a big opportunity for you to get inside this field of endeavor.

There's also a job which is definitely needed for having a quality cleaning, which is cleaning and typesetting. In the cleaning department, you cleaned the original text written in kanji for the typesetter to set the words on, with the translation result from the hard work of both of the translators and editors. The redrawing might be such a bother to do, so the cleaning job might be most suitable for a part-time artist who already had trained hands to do so, they definitely need a tablet to ensure smooth job at this, well unless they could do just fine with just a mouse.

Okay, this one's pretty optional, but I've seen some other groups were doing the uncensoring part on the H Doujins, but yeah whether it's censored or not it doesn't really matter to me though, even if at times the censoring really kills off the enjoyment while reading the doujins.

Man, I lost track again on what topic I'm supposed to be talking about again. Was I'm going to talk about Yuri or the mechanisms behind the people who made such masterpieces? Oh well, let's end this episode for now. I might or might not post the draft of this revamped Fanfiction that eventually turns out to be an actual Yuri story of mine.

Oh well it's supposed to be an idea dump for my future projects. If I haven't got some other things in mind, I'll get down to working on this next time, but I have to remind ya that I'm usually lazy lol.

That's all for now, thanks for reading thus far.

(disclaimer : this story is totally fictional and any similarities to names, places, etc were purely coincidental)

My name is Tohsaka Ayumu, and I went to an all-girls high school. The school life's pretty fun and I get to know many kinds of interesting people in this clique filled with refined ladies of high-social standing. Though my family for example, wasn't especially rich to fund the expensive tuition, as my school's pretty much an elite school reserved for wealthy peoples.

I for particular, got there by scholarship program, proposed by my head teacher during junior high, second grade. From that time on, all that I could do is study as long as I find the correct opportunity and mood to do so. Yeah, the previous school I went to was pretty much your average school, I began to suspect the head teacher on why did he have such powerful connections.

Well, my previous school's a co-ed though...so I became pretty much nervous when I'm about to go into a place where you could only see girls, girls, and girls everywhere in sight. That's because most of my friends are boys, as my interests were particularly similar, especially in video games, sports, and even military stuff.

It mostly because of my dad's influence I guess, he had served in military for a year before enrolling to University as a dedicated sergeant who mostly focused on intelligence department, I don't even realized that sometimes I was referred to 'being particularly tomboyish' by my female friends. To top it off, my hair's pretty short too, it's about the length of my neck's base when you measure it from the back of my head, with jet-black colors and it feels a bit silky when I played around with it.

For the scholarship thingy, it definitely surprised me that, for admission, there's no test at all, only interviews. It kind of surprises me that, this school looks up of more to the personalities than the intellect, and only those with strong and unique personalities could enter this academy.

Speaking of the interviews, it's pretty much so disturbing that I don't want to talk about it at all...luckily after answering these weird questions by a particular female teacher. I managed to get off safely, and finally got admitted to this place on a scholarship program.

Seriously, why did you ask such embarrassing questions like

"Do you enjoy masturbating to dick girls?"

"Do you like touching yourself in the mirror, Ayumu-kun? That's because I find yourself especially attractive..."

"It seems that you will make an interesting S during a S&M play with that innocent face of yours...so do you have any interest in them at all?"

Well as I didn't have any clue about what to say. I just nodded and say 'Yes' to all these weird questions. Seriously, what the hell is Dick girl anyway, I don't even have any clue about most of things the teacher was talking about. But just before I finally left the interview room, I overheard the teacher muttering this....

"Tohsaka Ayumu eh, she sure is a surprising character, the one with a sweet angelic face with an irresistible inner demon that will melt you away...I wonder how big will her harem be until she graduate? Fufufufu..."

Somehow, the atmosphere of this school doesn't feel right at all!



"Now then, Ayumu. Your pops will be going soon, take care."

"Later then, old man."

After dropping off some of my stuff at the dorm, that includes spare clothing and other daily necessities, my dad drove away in his beloved Chevy from my school's dormitory. It still makes me sad on how I must part with my beloved AK47 model that's always been there hanging on the walls on my room. And no, since guys were prohibited into entering this place, dad basically left off all of my belongings on the entrance.

There's still a few days left before my first term starts. I will be studying as a freshman student at this prestigious academy, St. Delacroix High, it's a private school which is famously known for nurturing strong-willed ladies that could even compete very well with men in general. The former Prime Minister herself was also a graduate of this school too, along with various celebrities and other big names in our country, it makes me nervous that I'm actually going to the same school as them.

Sure is pretty quiet over here, although I do see few students walking with their elegant uniforms. As far I can see, there's a beauty in the composition of Renaissance-styled architecture and eloquent formation of nature and the decorations along the way, it made me totally engrossed on watching the scenic views. Though as the dorm was built along the low ground I couldn't really have a decent outlook of these overall surroundings.

Suddenly I felt a pat on my back, with a refined voice that beckons authority...it also sounds sweet and gentle.

"Are you enjoying the view, little miss?"

"Kyaaaa! I'm sorry...."

I turned my back around to see a really beautiful nun standing in front of me, wearing a mostly black outfit with a cross-shaped necklace on it. She has a shiny blond hair that's being partly covered by her hood, judging from what I've seen, her hair might be long enough it reaches over her shoulder.

"Don't mention it. Anyways, welcome to St. Delacroix High. I hope you'll have a good time studying in here until graduation. By the way, I presume you're Tohsaka Ayumu-kun, right?"

Huh? How did she know my name...

"Errr...yes...I'm Ayumu that you're referring to. Though how did you..."

"Ah, the director was talking all day about you during the teachers' meeting, showing your pictures and such. You're pretty famous already, Ayumu-kun...to the point I felt..a little jealous." she turns her face away from me a little bit after finishing the last line and moved her fingers close to her lips, it seems that she's a bit perplexed about something.

"Ummm....sister? Uh, is it alright to call you 'sister' after all."

"Big sis please...or you might even wanna call me...KYAAAA....ONEE-CHAMA....."

Somehow I did expect to run into tons of weird people during my studies on this school. And it turns out that my guess was right, though seriously...there's so many beautiful girls at this place, it doesn't seem normal at all.

"Ayumu?"

"Eeeekkk! Don't suddenly move your face so close like that, it's creepy!"

Even though I said that...somehow...my heart starts beating hard when I saw...you know, her beautiful face up close, and the vivid afterimage of her moist, pinkish lips...ah, what am I thinking?

"Ahem." paying a heed to my words, she moved her face back "Sorry about that, you seem to be a normal girl, so far. I'm sister Emily, and you can call me sister, or just my name hahaha."

"Nice to meet you, sister."

At the second thought, even if she's pretty weird for a nun, it turns out that she's actually a pretty nice person after all.



Sister Emily told me to wait up for a bit since she got some ideas to carry all of my belongings in one go, she went inside the dormitory building and came back few minutes later with a medium-sized cart that's adorned in black colors with the school's emblem on its sides. The cart seems to be made in stainless steel for what I figured, when I brushed my hands against the surface.

My belongings comprised of many stuff that's being packed together in few cardboard boxes, with my bagpack I'm currently carrying that consist of my laptop and some notebooks, as well as my precious diary. I do love writing on my diary every night before going to sleep. There's also a sports bag containing my change of clothes as well as the bathroom stuff like the toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo etc...my mother sure does scrutinize about it a lot.

The clothes I bought here weren't that much compared to those on my personal wardrobe, since I won't be wearing them at many occasions either. as I'm going to wear school uniforms most of the time anyway.

"By the way, sister...how's the laundry goes?"

I asked her along with me pushing the cart together. My room's at the second floor so it's quite a bother to push it upstairs, luckily there's also an elevator here so I won't have to worry much.

"Do it yourself. There's so many dirty upperclassmen who does voluntary work at the laundry services, mostly sniffing clothes of their cute juniors for their self-pleasure activity...you don't want that, do you?"

"Yikes..."

It's pretty much a bother for me to wash my own clothes.

"So do we all wash our own clothes or something?"

"Of course not! Well, we did enjoy doing voluntary services...as well as enjoying to sniff around with our junior's clothing, of course."

"Uguuuu...."

Come to think of it....no, I'm very embarrassed to actually think about it.

Oh well. We actually didn't go directly to my destined room, sister Emily left the cart on the Inventory Keeper on the second floor, and decided to take me on a lengthy tour across the whole dormitory instead. By the way, the sister that watches over the inventory keeper section sure do have a really perverted smile and I think I saw a glance of her grinding over something, along with some vibrating noise on the corner. This is a really weird place...

Phew, it seems that I'll be going along with her forceful tour as I do not know the location of my own destined room at all. Oh well, I guess I'll give out some descriptions about what kind of stuff does this dormitory have.

The interior of the building has the medieval design in western style that resembles a mansion-like building. Right after the entrance, there's a reception lobby on the left corner of this hall. And then on the right side it leads to another big area which is the Cafeteria, and when you go further forward you will end up in a large place with a big stairway that forks to left and right. Sister Emily said this is where the student rooms are, and there's also rooms on the first floor too, on the left and right corridors from the entrance...but they're reserved for some of the teachers and the sisters.

The corridors are pretty much really long and it even extends to the outside, with pathways leading that's canopied by a stylishly decorated awning to protect us from the rain. Sister said that due to the technological advancements, the pathway could be isolated from the outside disruption by enveloping the entire path in a metallic dome device built underground. Yes, the pathways connect the interior main building to the exterior rooms which was actually quite a number of small houses built along the connecting pathways. She said that these houses, or should we say 'lodges' as mentioned before by her...it's mostly used as guest rooms as there will be many people come and go to attend events at this academy.

Next, we went to the Cafeteria after going back exploring the interiors and exteriors from the left and right corridors down the first floor. The place was truly spacious and I could see few students having their lunch at this time, but that kind of bugs me...why were these students wearing school uniforms when the term hasn't even started yet?

"Ah, these people are from the student council. They're pretty much busy while setting up the events for the freshman, and yeah, they sure do work really hard on this."

It's also said that, the students of this academy who's staying at the dormitory got about 3 meal coupons, each for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Righ now, we ate lunch there by Sister's treat and whoa, the meal was really plentiful! Not to mention that it's really delicious. Oh yeah, as the meals were pretty cheap too even for me who doesn't belong to a rich family, I might be able to buy some snakcs on the way...there's many selections of cuisines on the menu, giving wide variety of meals to choose for. Whoa, for a moment I felt really happy on being admitted to this school!

Though, it's kinda strange how the Cafeteria lady kinda eyes me with a look that gives me chills...it's kinda like she's saying 'so that's the new girl huh?'

"Don't worry about these stares, Ayumu. These people were just curious about what kind of person you are...since you're the first person that were admitted to this school on Scholarship Programs after all. All of these who come before you all failed horribly...that means you must be a very special person."

"No...it's not like that...I mean.....I'm just a normal girl...after all."

"We all had our definition of 'normal', let's me just ask you, what's your favorite kind of music?"

"Err...I like Progressive Rock. My father listens to them a lot so...I came to like it...is it weird?"

"Like I thought...you sure are quite special. For myself I usually listen to classical and jazz music, many of the girls around here were into classical too. And for the next question, what's your hobby...Ayumu?"

Later on, I figured that Sister Emily had just heard the word 'Progressive Rock' for the first time on that day. The truth is, I also listen to weird kind of genres like Avant Garde, Field Recording, and Experimental thingy...but let's leave that aside for now.

"I like to stare blankly into the wall while pretending to be a carrot, sister."

"Hahahahaha...I see....I see. Well I guess I won't be worrying about her anymore for now.....yeah.....paradise has come..."

"Huh?"

"No..it's nothing...let us continue to eat while having our small chat, shall we?"

And so on we continue our silly conversation down the Cafeteria, I quietly munched my Potato Stew with Oriental Side Dishes, slowly sipping the green tea in-between. Sister Emily set her eyes on me with full interest while eating her Katsu-don with the side meals of....waffles with blueberry sauce, rum and cherry topping...and a medium sized strawberry parfait with raisin and assorted fruits mixed up in it...and did I just see a Garlic Bread and Tortilla and a plateful of Magnolian Beef Steak?

Oh my...



"You sure do eat a lot eh, sister?"

"Of course! Eating a lot makes us healthy!"

"Errr...that's not what I'm implying..."

Anyway, since she's already full after eating. Sister Emily just told my room number right away since she feels kinda sleepy to continue on the tour. She said that she wants to sleep on her room, which she also told me the number of. Though she warned me not to come inside that room of hers during late at night because she might do something strange and....lose control?

I don't get it.

Well as she gave me the Inventory Keeper Card in order for me to fetch that cart along with all my belongings, including the bagpack that's on my shoulders before. I went to the Inventory Keeper section and gave the card to the attendant...

"Hey, cute miss...do you want to borrow this toy...it will make you feel good really...hehehe...I'm currently using it right now...but...pfffftt....mhhhh...aahhhnnn...maybe...next time. My onee-sama will be made if she heard of this. Ahhh....mmmmm..."

What? Now I really feel like something's not right, there's clearly wet dripping sounds coming out from behind the counter and the vibrating thingy went on so loudly!

"I don't really understand....but that aside, could you please tell me where the elevator is? It's really a bother to push this cart down the stairways."

"It's...over there....."

What was that just before? Her face looks really red and she kept on making weird noises that made me feel somewhat strange...what is this feeling really?

And so, I pushed the cart towards the elevator, which I found with the help of the directions that she gave me.

I entered the elevator and pushed the button to Floor 2, and judging from the layout there seems to be about 7 floors in this building. 2 floors basement and 5 floors from floor 1 to 5. I wonder what kind of things does each floor has?

"Wait up! Hufff....huff...huff.."

Just when the elevator doors were about to close, two girls wearing casual clothes start running frantically to it, I pushed the open button again and these two seemed to be letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Ah...thanks. By the way, you're Tohsaka Ayumu-chan, right? I've heard that you would be sharing that room with 'that girl'..."

"Yeah, as we're also freshman here, we don't know the details. But that girl, which is one year above us...was used to be the shining star of this academy. I heard she's a total knockout in beauty, not to mention she's also a genius who ranks first amongst the first year in the overall ranking..that's so incredible, judging from the overall difficulty our senpais mentioned during that time. She's also exceptional in sports and has a very erotic physique too...everything about her...seems perfect....but..."

"Somewhere along the way, some incident happens to befall her precious family that sinks her into depths of depression. Since that time she's been acting so weird and distant, nobody dares to go near her...even though she's such a beauty and she got so many love letters every day inside her shoe locker...not to mention that enormous stack of Valentine chocolates too..."

"Please...we've heard of your notorious reputation of you being the only successful applicant of our prestigious scholarship program, they said that you're a very rare prodigy amongst the freshmen this year. They desperately placed their hopes on you to somehow bring 'her' back into her prime again.....please support her, miss...even though we've never seen her...we want to see that person back again, shining like the shooting stars in the darkest night."

These two girls talk really fast...I don't really understand what they meant.

DING!

Ah the lift reaches the third floor first.

"Bye then, Toshaka Ayumu-chan....it's nice meeting up with you..."

"Hey hey, do you think that, she seem to give out some kind of exceptionally powerful aura?"

"You think so too?"

"Ne..ne...I think the senpai we're talking about also has a silver hair, don't you know?"

"Really. really?"

....

If you're asking, the only thing I've ever done to that powerful extent was just helping out my dad during his job, by piloting a Rhino Tank while he's on the rooftop, aiming down the turrets during the test drive of the latest military technology called the Quantum Lasers.

The pocket money I got was pretty neat, that's why I decided to accept the offer. I also assisted him during a mission by blowing up the entire bunker where the terrorists were hiding, with a rocket launcher.

Nothing special really. You got that training every day by playing video games, right?

....

Well then, now I've arrived on the second floor with the cart. I pushed it across the corridors...

Room 69 eh. That doesn't sound right, in my opinion. I wonder what kind of depressed girl will my roommate be, she used to be the school's idol right? She must be such a character to exert such influence on this clique filled with elite students.

"No...I'm really nervous...to think that I would be paired up with someone that great...I don't even think that I'm able to...someone like me is..."

CLICK!

Awwww....crap, I just opened the door without thinking.

"!!!!!"

What lies before my sight truly unravels a mixed up chaotic feeling. There's a powerful notion to scream my lungs out...but...I just can't do it.

The entire room was dimly lit with the green-colored lantern placed on the room's corner. A large cauldron lights aglow in the center of the room, placed just above a multipurpose electric heater, the cauldron was boiling and inside it there was a bronze-colored shiny liquid that brought about a revitalizing aroma.

And then, I noticed someone that looks like an old man with a silver hair and a lengthy white beard, stirring up the contents of this cauldron with a big, long-handled spoon. He wore a bluish wizard hat, which partly covers his face, with a stylish looking robe adorned in star-shaped patterns and teal colors, the robe stretches as far as his feet, in which only reveals his antique leather boots. It looks like that person was so busy engrossing himself in the middle of research...wait a minute, am I inside the wrong room? Isn't this a girl's dormitory? How could a guy be inside...this...place?

"Ummm...Mr. Wizard...I was supposed to stay in Room 69...or did I actually got the wrong room?"

Somehow, even though the spectacle before me was truly weird with all of these strange apparatus mixed in, this person brought about a spectacular aura that gives me feelings of tranquility and warmth.

And as he raised his face to address me...

"Well, you got the right room, young miss...are you possibly Tohsaka Ayumu? I heard that you're willing to become my apprentice on the pursuit of magical greatness. Come forth..as the great me, Medea Filkins, will gladly open her arms to an interesting prospect such as yourself."

Her?

That reminds me, when I finally took a glance at the face...that person has the face of a woman, a really beautiful one on top of that...but that beard made things really...really wrong.

She also got such a nice rack too...but...why THAT BEARD?

Why would such a beautiful woman had a lengthy white beard just like an old man, ruining all of my innocence like that?

"NOOOOOO....THIS IS WRONG!"

I just left my cart on the place and ran as far as I could, without knowing where am I headed.

Now I understand how the current sophomore students are feeling.

This girl isn't just your usual weirdo. She's truly exceptional....

This is the return to whence you came, towards the depths of your childhood. Remember that you're only a mere human, Kurt Leibniz. Creating the infamous Sandbox Modo doesn't automatically made you a god. I repeat this, you're just a mere human, stop thinking that you're better than anyone else. You might have a little edge when it comes to writing but remember this, try to recall things that you couldn't do no matter what, and then someone taught you how to do it, and suddenly it becomes so easy for you to accomplish this matter.

And that kind of admiration comes from the person you occasionally look down on. Remember this, Kurt, the price of this arrogance would be equivalent to death, humiliation and demise. By staying on the ground, from where you were born, arisen from the dirty dust you became, shall you be stay close to this serene tranquility upon your origins, a place where you could truly feel at ease.

This is your Heritage.



When was the first time I actually ever written something?

Yeah, it was during my childhood when I was engrossed in playing video games. If I remembered correctly, it was a classic RPG game that was bundled up as a bonus CD when my parents bought me that gaming console that's been pretty much booming in popularity during that time; how I missed those times when gaming were such a fun thing to do. And I still remember faintly about all these feelings of anger and disappointment when the game itself was trolling me with its difficulties and frequently corrupted memory cards.

The controller itself also broke quickly due to my harsh nature of gaming, smashing the controller against the floor every time I'm faced with these utter disappointment, me and my childish self in the past hahaha...

Letting that matters aside, the enjoyment itself is pretty intense, to the point I've forgotten all these studying done. I never liked studying to begin with, and ever since I was little, my grades are pretty bad, and even now, I'm constantly being put under pressure on keeping up with the rest of my classmates due to this level of my stupidity. It might be some absurd miracle for me, being able to survive this far.

As I do not want to get sidetracked any further, let me tell you about my writing endeavors ever since I started writing it during my primary school.

This game were probably not my first RPG game, but it's the first thing that inspired me to write something that resembles a story. During my childhood, my imaginations flew vividly and I soon realize that it's easy enough for me to visualize myself playing the game only by using my imagination. And as I'm not accustomed to writing at all, the story's are only conveyed by dialogues just like a drama script, with an occasional sound effects and the message log text saying something like.

'xxxxx damage points inflicted' and such

Yes I'm mostly writing for my own amusement, not for other people at that time. Even if during these times of past, storywriting already becomes a fun thing to do, though soon after it becomes so easy for me to get bored while at it. Pretty contradictory you say? For the past me, the most fun thing about this kind of storywriting is just starting it and writing it on and on until I'm totally bored, though about continuing these, it easily made me truly tedious.

Besides the storywriting thingy, I also like writing the descriptions about this Fantasy world I am creating, just a brief and really simple description since I'm still a kid. Again due to myself feeling tedious I decided to erase the document files thereafter.

Although I'm still a kid when I do first engrossed myself in this endeavor, I'm already old enough it will only take a few years before getting admitted to Junior High. So I don't know if any of you guys here reading this text already wrote things during that age or not.

Yeah, even if I do write many different kinds of stuff during the past, in the end, I've never finished anything, I mostly just deleted the previous attempts of mine and rewrite it with a new one, starting on it over and over again on each respective tries. Yeah, I'm already using computer during that past, back then when computers weren't as popular as today.

Well, I do learn from all my past failures, and finally finished one of my long-term projects recently, and I felt that, finishing another one of mine wouldn't be such a big deal as I already done my first time, everything else will just be like repeating my previous accomplishments, although it could be said that, as each of the projects have different stories and different level of difficulties, it won't be a definite guarantee, but the motivation I had will rose alot since I've already done a similar thing in the past.

I still write things during my middle school, occasionally submitting things onto the contests that my school held. Though while I'm starting high school, it feels like I'm completely abandoning things that I've used to do a lot before. And yeah, besides my attempts on participating in theses writing contests, I never won anything, though I still retain these experience as a precious memory of mine that I will cherish on.

Come to think of it, during my middle school times I do remember one story, possibly the only story I've worked on so much before I start posting my stories on the internet. Yes, I still remember the vague details of it. Even if the original document file had already been lost forever. When I remember what kind of story is it...that one does bear a striking resemblance to my current writing style.

It's been so long ago since I first found a writing style that really clicks with me during my experience on writing that story. And although that one wasn't even half-finished, I do went pretty far and I should say that's pretty much an accomplishment I made during these old times. Well, it's a pity that I've forgotten this 'fun writing style' right after I decided to erase that document file.

It might be a much different thing if I decided to archive all my past stories so I could read them in the future, who knows what kind of explosive burst of inspiration will I got upon reading these notes of the past? Nah, let's just leave the past as it is.

My motivation to write things changed alot from my childhood times into the present, it's not just an endeavor that's about one or two years. My first starting point possibly starts about 10 years ago or a bit more than that. But well, I think I haven't improved that much yet during my first decade, possibly because I'm not really serious on trying to hone my passion onto it, that my childhood days weren't really fruitful pertaining it.

Not until now. When I do think of this endeavor as a crucial part to secure my future.

Come to think of it, what is the reason I am able to write something from the start until its completion?

i don't know for myself, but I know one thing that keeps motivating me to write on, it might be the similar ones to what I've experienced in the past times. It's not necessary for it to be video games, but well...I don't know the right words to put it yet.

Hmm...I might discover more about myself as I came back to this Heritage.

Until now, fare the well. This is the time I will put this Sandbox towards a temporary rest as I definitely need more time to recover my creative energies in addition of focusing my passion and inspirations on fewer things by completing this one.

Thanks for being with me thus far.

This Episode concludes the end of the First Season of Sandbox Modo, the Second Season of it will be released later in the future.

Remember about the game we used to play ever since we're kids? It's the game that could transcend our sense of reality. With just pen and paper as our controllers, we marched through the countless adventures, the only boundaries were just our childhood imaginations. Now this adventure seems to have ceased as we age, grow, and withered so quickly, even though it's just at the time we've begun to enroll in University.

Do you still recall the excitement we had on that day, when the teacher at our elementary school were teaching about loads of boring things? Writing tons of abstract scribbles in form of alphabet that we must copy so we can memorize it at home each day for whatever reason it is. I know that you and I were very different, but we shared one common thing that bonds us together, a desire to create a new world formed with just our imaginations.

We call it 'The Sandbox'

Because we felt that this world is boring, full of boring people with no ideals and dreams, and we're also too powerless this young of age to do anything and to decide everything by yourself. Even if we tried to rebel, those with higher power will come and get us in no time, get us grounded and making our life even harder from now on.

Even though I've been through a lot of hard times, I still persevere this mindset. Because I haven't got anywhere else to run off to, all the escape routes has been cut except this one, because it's the only route where I did seen a true light. True, this is a really faint 4light that could die off anytime, and every day feels like a gamble, my decisions to keep this hope in my heart.

More like, it's because I don't have anything special except this one, all my worlds always revolving around this peculiar thing. The sandbox, where you could create your own adventures to make up for what you can't even, or maybe too lazy to achieve things in the real world. I often thought of it as unfair, why does everyone get that stuff but not me? Why does all of the good things happen to everybody, when I'm the only one who got all my happiness taken away from.

Yes, it is unfair. And you, my friend, are the most unfair person while compared to me. You were born with everything I lack, looks, intellect, physique, and even talents, you simply could create a much better universe than I could hope to muster in my entire life. But for a certain reason, I couldn't find myself to be jealous of you. There's something deep inside my heart that tells me I've gotta be grateful for my life as it is.

So I thought the gods must be crazy for inventing this crazy life I am in. Even though I'm just about mediocre in most aspects of life, there's one thing about me that people find out as very uncommon. Yeah I'm a crazy fuck that comes out with the most unexpected choice of words and ideas, I also doesn't seem to have a trace of common sense no matter how hard they tried to indoctrinate me with those queer beliefs.

My grades are pretty decent for my standards, well actually it's just average, and I don't like to study much either. I'd like to spend my time pondering about weird stuffs, listening to music, watching movies and playing games, just about usual. Well I know the reason why people start looking down on me when I look at my friend right now. He got enrolled in an elite school and was the top student in here, people considered him one of the greatest genius in here. For me I'm just doing well like everyone else, and my parents doesn't complain much, like they had any high hopes on me from the start heh....

Some more uncommon things about me is my disposition to extreme, grotesque and opposition stuffs, tendency to wreak havoc towards the people I hate with the sole purpose of entertainment. Dirty and perverted mind that would help me jerk off so hard just by relying on it alone, well I also got some of my references from the net and the dirty books I borrowed from the bros.



Ok enough for this damn fucking stupid prologue, let's get down to business.

Today I'm going to play a game named DATUM. Abbreviation for Defense After The Usual Masturbation routine, the name's pretty much retarded but that's half the reason I downloaded it. DATUM was actually a mod made for a strategy game, actually you've got to watch an animated 3D sex scene for completing each campaign mode. The first is about the busty elven queen getting gangbanged by futa elven chicks that kinda looks like a loli and.......oh well let's just forget that for now.

And the second, it's about the protagonist named Prince....nah his name isn't important, after conquering the entire rebel army, he decided to fuck his own mother who's also a damn masochist. His mother has never had a cock in her vagoo for several months because the King went missing while hunting for young virgin elves in the elven forest. The real surprise is the mother actually was a human manifestation of the cursed tentacle monster that likes to rape the lonely boys all around the town, well the tentacles kinda have the shape of a vagoo too. The futa chick are also one of the sweet targets of the horny monster.

Let's skip the details about how our hero has become a motherfucker literally and view the next love triangle scenario. The rebel leader is actually a lesbian dyke who greatly lusts over the Prince's mother, fell in love with the Prince after he defeated her because that Prince actually looks more like a Princess, and the leader would wet her pussy like a broken dam while being pawned by someone who looked like a strong women to her, or should I suppose a hard-boiled dyke. Nah would she be really happy if that 'Princess' actually had a mortar cannon beneath 'her' panties?

About the third one, this gets a bit lulzy. The Prince's personal bodyguard who looks like a retarded musclehead was actually obsessed in being the 'Queen', yeah you know what I mean, he's going really gay for the Prince. Furthermore the muscular bodyguard actually crave for the Prince's cock more than everything else, he didn't really care about everything else, he just want the hero to be his first man and then make him a Queen by ramming up the backdoor with mortar rifle.

The bodyguard gets laid off and finally found his way as the 'Queen' of a gay bar.

Hey wait, why am I talking about the storyline of the actual game? Ehem, the DATUM mod actually makes the game a bit more boring, turning a great RTS game into an endless circlejerk of chasing victims and buttraping them. The actual game is more manly as it features a dragon with a very long dick, it shoots out the flames from the cock by flopping it furiously with the claws while flying high in the air, well the 'cum' could even destroy the array of walls and legions of infantry. But there's always the tentacle monster unit which I considered the most IMBA unit because it could absorb the cum and devour the dragon whole, converting it to GOLD that's really beneficial.

In DATUM you start of with a loading screen which shows a man fucking a hot futa, and the futa is shaking her cock furiously. It's creepy how her hand moves while everything else in the picture stays still. And now there's the countdown of about 60 seconds to choose one from many heroes in various toilet stalls who's taking a dump, only that action because the mod developer are too lazy to develop various things the hero can do in the toilet stalls. If the player hasn't chosen their hero, they will automatically get a random here that hasn't been chosen before.

Then our hero finds himself in front of a Drugstore, Sex Shop, and a Whorehouse that sells various kinds of item, with the Whorehouse offering one of the most kickass Howlitzer Cannon, AK69 Semi-Automatic Weapon, Plasma Grenade, and the ultimate weapon which is combined from the highest quality Kyanite jewels, The Amazing Butthole which grants you absolute immunity for 3 minutes after it's activated.

The Sex Shop offers the array of toys from used dildo and strap on which adds about +2 into +55 attacks, and lots of other fun vibrators that adds the special effects like prolonged poisoning, energy and mana drain, sudden death, meltdown, even those with AOE effect like the Meteor Dildo. There's also some pornbooks who grants special status like Asura, Resilience Aura, Valor Berserk, Shadow Energy, Molecular Burst, etc...they're pretty beneficial I buffed my chara with Aegis status and it's pretty much the same as having nearly total immunity for 10 minutes, heck the buffs reduced the total damage by 80 percent dammit.

About the drugstore it offers the shittiest items around, why the hell should we purchase a potion which heals only 500 HP for 100 GOLD? When you could buff up regeneration rings which grants you auto-regen, and even auto-life. You've probably forgot to click the potion manually like a lazy bum and eventually results of being KO'd by a stealth attack. But I frequent the drugstore for one peculiar item, the VIAGRA. It buffs up your speed considerably for 2 minutes, and it has no side effect like it does on real life. And that's also the reason I could pick up a Strength type which is really easy for grinding stuff and raising up level, rather than the shitty agility type which could only do hit-and-run strategy and the intelligence type which extremely prone to stealth attacks from the fucking assassin bastards. When a speedy mofo are going to escape, use the VIAGRA and the fucker will be buttraped for sure when you got to him.



Ok then, for the actual gameplay I just logged in for the server. No I'm not going to leave just 1 second before the countdown begins, I usually do so using my alternate account. And no-no-no for saving your game in the middle of fight or pausing! So I already took a good load of shit in the bathroom and saw the arrays of retarded looking heroes taking a dump in stalls.

So I just skipped to the Toilets of BDSM Warlords, and picked up Mr. GIMP which is dressed in a GIMP suit, equipped with a mythril hammer. He's probably the most IMBA character in this series, but many people just don't know how to use him good enough they labeled him as the worst character and that chara often becomes a punching bag for these faggots. Well you don't know the true power of this marvelous hero, I'll show you that you still need to engorge your anus further before throwing up that shit!

I'll be switching to 'explanation mode' as I played, so you could feel some involvement in it instead of dozing off.

Yes, Mr. GIMP starts with the lowest average ability, and his speed is really slow. But with a 2500 GOLD starting, rather than 500 GOLD average, you could do much. First things first, you just need to buff up regeneration rings, make an union of it for about 5-6 rings and you're done, regeneration speed is buffed up to 300%, how's that? Then purchase anti-steal so those dirty rats couldn't pickpocket you. Buy some boots of haste until the speed reaches to medium or low from the original very low one. Well as much the money permits you heh heh...

Btw, have I told you that Mr. GIMP also has the highest level cap, which extends to 99 while some of the overrated heroes with god-tier starting stats like Brutal Warlord only caps to LV 35? I think Mr. GIMP exists to troll the fuck of these ingrate bastards that might think this game is actually fair and square.

Now let's go for some 'grinding'. Since the hero originally belongs to the masochist faction in the south, as opposed to the sadist faction in the north, proceed to the forest northeast of here and start beating down the tiny critters here for some EXP. Don't be like those idiots who rushed right away into the battle in order to race for the highest hero kill count, well you could do some stuff with Brutal Warlord, but that's still risky.

It won't be long before Mr. GIMP slaughters the entire legion in the forest, since he deals pretty good damage with high defense as well, though it's about his damn fucking slow speed that gets him KO'd easily. Nah who cares about speed anyway, if you're happen to run into an enemy hero while doing some grinding, just finish them off fast, they won't be a match with your godly regeneration skills, and when they chickens away don't chase them and continue racking up experience.

It would be a problem if those retards tried to ambush you in groups while you tried grinding every time, if that's the case signal your mates to charge right away while you buy them some time by fending 'em off, don't forget to click the return portal in time for a trollish escape before your HP drops to zero! Though those fools won't go that far, it's just a precaution.

Now you've leveled up 2-3 times in just the first minutes, purchase Masochism to the highest level you can afford and spend the rest of those to Return Damage skill. Well, Masochism is the skill that gives your hero an advantage, highest level cap and fastest level-up speed. It returns about a small fraction of the damage to your EXP, and return damage returns the damage dealt by enemies to those foes near you. At the highest level the Masochism grants EXP equal to 5 percent of damage taken, so it's damn useful. Don't bother to buy Maelstrom, it's just an useless ranged attack, focus on leveling up to LV 10 because the Deathstar AOE skill will be available by the time you reach those.

I think Mr. GIMP has the deadliest AOE ever because it rapidly damages all enemies within the cast area, and the cooldown is shorter than the other hi-level AOE's.

Now if you already purchased all the useful skills to the highest level, spend it on additional attribute points, buff your strength and spend the rest on speed and intelligence. All that's left is just pawning the enemy base, you can even do it one-man style!

By the way, the map is also named DATUM : Troll Mode.

Nah I'm bored about explaining those for now peeps, it's time for me to hightail away from the Sandbox Modo and try to have fun outside, see ya later on the next episode!

Side Note : OP is a faggot

Sometimes a reunion might sound difficult, especially when you've been parting in so long without good terms, which looks more like you're trying to sever ties with them. Though a bond are still established, until now, though it's subtle and weak. Its a bond where I've been solely dependent on them, I didn't like how they inhibits my freedom and actions. Its only natural because I have yet to learn how to stand up by myself, and live by my own strength before deciding to break up that bond.

Even now, I'm still afraid to show the things I've been working hard for this long of a time, this things that had changed course of my life for the better. Probably because I haven't been that close enough to them to disclose such personal matters, at least that's what I've thought of lately. Sooner or later I would have to explain everything, all the truth about my motives on doing the things that I really wanted, if I'm really serious on becoming a big name in that industry. That is, if I only I desired, and most importantly, are capable of pursuing through the path of a professional in the respective field that I loved very much.

There's another pathway to walk in, the underground world. Though it will be extremely harsh and there's absolutely no guarantee of having a stable income to sustain your life, there's one thing with a guarantee of freedom to create whatever you wanted, those things you'll rarely get a chance to when you're working for a big enterprise, where you must meet all the necessary demands of your superiors whether you like it or not.

Nevertheless, the answer is still the same; the time will come when you have to reveal the truth. Until then there's still time to think of the necessary words to clear things up.

But is this the thing I really wanted to become? I ponder about it for so long until I reached one conclusion : just cut off all the bullshit and pursue your happiness, that's all you need to think about. Focus on doing things that made you feel the happiest, and drown yourself even more than what you're used to. Indulge yourself on something you believe in, about the future that you can create, not witness. To control, not being controlled by uncertainty.

Letting go all the unnecessary thoughts that keep lingering in my mind, focusing on that powerful 'happiness' thingy, I felt as my mind has been loaded with strength and tranquility. Never before I ever felt this peaceful, the future seems to be set in stone according to my wishes. Moreso, I think I could do and accomplish everything I want to, and will never be afraid of what comes thereafter. In reality, it's just a superstition, I'm still running away from the reality that will comes next. Based on my calculations, the bright future is very unlikely, I'm just overriding all that 'common-sense' by a ridiculously absurd yet straightforward notion to provide solution. Although its not ultimately correct, it's much better than witnessing my mind and soul breaking down because of stress.

These are my last words before returning back to a place called 'my home' although it's not really the home what I've had in mind. I still had so many thoughts that bonds me to this current place I'm living in. Hopefully by writting all these thoughts down I'll begin to break those chains that inhibits me to move towards the positive change. So there will be no hard feelings nor regrets by leaving my beloved workplace, a place where I experienced lots of work and effort to pursue what I wished for. I've finally come this far thanks to the determination, and immense support from the people who actually cares for me.



I have changed greatly since the first time I've began pursuing things I really want to, because I love it. Not because the views of family, peers, and society. How should it put it? I'm beginning to enjoy life and all those weight that's being piled up on my back feels much lighter now all that recurring negative visages had vanished as I continue on my navigation through this predestined place.

So yeah, about that fucking weather. It's been damn nice and wet like the next door neighbor's pussy. I've had the feeling that every vagina I'm going to look today tastes like fried chicken because of the fast food I'm ordering earlier. Feels good to be back home, to the delightful city of Tuscany, home of the homosexual vampires who putted on a thick mascara and screamed 'Naomi' as you muttered the name 'Le Doragula' while raising your middle finger saying

"Fuck me, baybuh."

How does it feel to be back home, to the place where everybody seem to give too much attention to you? Because you're the only one that looks kinda Asian amidst of these weird buncha mix between Caucasian and Yiddish family. We didn't eat Turkeys on this thanksgiving, instead we burned every annoying cat my uncle shot down with his M-16 Rifle. The current theme is 'We Ate Pussy Every Thanksgiving', I used to took a penis to the vagina, then a shoved an arrow to finger an elephants' butthole.

Dont'cha ever wonder why does all of this happen to ya? Ever since it got dark, swarms of golfballs stars falling out from the sky like cumming. Every day seems chaotic when the golfballs turned into Mashed Potatoes and Giant Popcorns, thorough analysis from the genetic control further derives an info which stated that our nation's welfare will soon be doomed when giant marshmallows start ravaging this country.

This is our home sweet home, place where we could feel like being caged and still loving it, especially when you got a blowjob from your cute little sister....no I don't get any, all I have is a girly-looking little brother....hmm maybe I'll try asking him to blow me when he gets a bit older.....after dressing him up in big sis' old school uniforms of course. But well I want someone to give me a titfuck while having a bubble bath damn it.

My family's pretty normal, but normal means boring so I'll just skip about all of this motherfucking details. Lets speculate about an 'ideal family', that makes you wanna say 'I am very glad, because I'm finally returning back home', okay that means lot of opportunities for sex! When your family is actually filled with horny girls out there, it sure really beats every eroge I played before........ohhhhh yeaaaaaahhhhh!

Before that, wear an appropriate condom according to your size. Or go estimate the diameter of your cock-head using your index finger and thumb, then just show the estimation to the female store clerk. It may be more accurate if you let her put your fingers to her mouth, though. Pick the sweet flavors like strawberry, lemon, sugarcane, and the most important is SUGDW (Spectacular Ultra Generic Double Wanker) condom.
It probably stimulates your girl's clit so much it turns into a penis......what



Ok first, let's speculate about the dramatis personae involved that makes the speculation fuel burning. First, we have our delicious little sister, one of the most important aspects in every incest eroge. Do you want it to be some nekomimi gal who occasionally ends her sentence with a nyan? Our delicious imouto must become the epitome of moe for the protagonist, giving you the warm smile that would melt even the toughest problems. She's also very good at cooking you always wanted to ask for seconds while eating, the cuisines are also come from variety of stuffs, keeps you entertained with so many variations, great at other household chores like cleaning and washing, she makes a really great wife, but she's quite clumsy when it comes to sex and its quite easy to end up having awkward sex if you're not quite ready yet.

The next stop is the childhood friend, her charm lies on being very reliable when it comes to nearly everything you've been slacking off, waking you up every day, brushing your teeth, or even giving you a surprise blowjob to wake you up in such arousing manner, you can also do a quickie every time before going to school. Every day she makes your lunch, even though her cooking is kinda bad at times the food is still edible and nutritious. Trying her best to learn how to cook from your imouto so she could continually support your stomach. Is a pretty good and diligent student, helps you a lot while you're having trouble in your study, sometimes even letting you copy her homework when there's almost no hope left....which you often took because you're so damn lazy at doing the assignments. For the starters, lets make her a tomboy that occasionally shows her feminine side when she's alone with you....in teh sweet-sweet lovemakin' scene.

When it comes to fruition, there's another nice set of rack to be added to your harem. Such as an abusive elder sister who looks very suited in bondage suits, who gently abuses you almost every night that you'd be guaranteed to have sweet dreams, she's also secretly a hardcore masochist just for ya, feel lucky! Some of the other cute traits including her clumsy and sloppy attitude, and her side-job as a notorious gang leader which serves as a formidable force in the urban areas like your neighborhood. Well it definitely makes this world kinda interesting, at least for me though.

How about the mother and father, oh yeah, in most eroges they are often portrayed as irresponsible old coots, being away from their sons and daughters all of the time because of a damn business trip. But well, that gives you a golden opportunity to shag your sisters every day within each feasible moment. And your horny childhood friend who would come and beg for your cock every day will also prove to be your advantage...that is, if you're like an eroge protagonist who could came so much in a row and could satisfy all of these ravenous sex demons.

There's many other things to think about, well how the heck did I end up making a plotline for a school life visual novel rather than thinking about an 'ideal family'? Ah, what's done is done.

Lastly, and perhaps the least interesting part is about the protagonist, in other words, the person that you will be playing a role with in this visual novel. Well disregard that, we probably need to make it much more interesting, let's say...our protag is actually a healthy male that has been forced into cross-dressing, and he made a really great trap you jerked yourself to him so many times compared to the other girls. Admit it, some of you like fapping to traps so much lol.

Which made it even more different is the motive while the protag was forced to do his cross-dressing, there's already one which has to do it to fulfill the wills of his deceased grandpa, the other one is because his elder sister has a weird kink of getting off by seeing cute boys in girly clothes doing his thing in front of her, you know, fapping while moaning in a feminine voice. Let's just made an outrageous assumption, our protag has an idiot friend who managed to convince our hero that all girls like to date boys in girly clothes. And our said protagonist is really desperate about having a girlfriend so much, so he decided to go on with the flow.

Apparently our hero's friend is a closet homosexual masochist who likes being stepped on by our protag's sexy feet...yeah he does have a really nice looking feet, just wait for the preview when he's wearing kneesocks. Oh yeah, the strongest reason that made him crossdress is his will to date the most popular girl in the school, the lulzy thing is, that 'School Idol' is actually a guy too, and he has a hardcore futa and trap fetish. When the protag makes his move, he doesn't know that 'his desired heroine' actually craves for his cock very much. Nah, that doesn't stop him to form a harem of his own while being a trap.

That's all for now I think, sounds pretty promising thus far, hope this kind of VN will be released in English some time in the future because it's too damn hell ass of work for myself to make it alone.

Signed,

Kurt Leibniz

So yeah I just bought a new Wacom tablet from a delivery mail order, got some bargain cuts because of a certain promo I got 30 percent off. It's some limited edition Bamboo with silver color, 1 year guarantee, easy and fun to use. There goes by a part of my entire new year savings, there's still quite a bit more than enough of money for daily accommodations though, thanks for my habit of saving money....and spending it on a whim when there's some sudden promo floating around.

I you're wondering how am I going to use that, well I can't say that I actually know how to draw quite well but it's pretty nice to sketch some chick with three tities and a bent scrotum pole without much mess. It's quite a handful having to erase the papers to hide a trace of an obscene drawing, especially when the landlady comes visiting in and tried masturbating to it. Just a side hobby of mine besides writing absurd stories to kill time, it also works out well to strengthen my imagination while trying to get into storywriting again.

Inspiration might come and go but Kurt Leibniz will always persevere on creating his WTF-inducing works. For today's episode we'll start with the title 'Trap Molestation Handbook'. I got this idea when my friend Humphrey was coming over few days ago to my apartment, he's currently living in an all-male dorm where strange things does happen. I sure haven't been to his place much, and even if I were, I usually just drop by for a short time because his room's not that comfortable to stay at, well that's might be just me though.

He said about some weird things happening in it and he wishes he could spend as much time as he could in my apartment, that way he agreed nonchalantly when I told him to teach me stuff and he often came here to do assignments, watch hentai, browsing for porn with his laptop, and even faps at my bathroom. Here's the recount from that few days ago, hope you enjoy it!



"So...Kurt, don't you realize how gay the dorm I'm currently living in? I wish I could live in a spacious apartment room like you do. My parents won't allow me because they're afraid I might bring some bitches in for fuck, man I totally had my ass in danger right now."

Humphrey was sitting down in my dining table, drinking a hot coffee first thing in the morning, man he sure gets up really fast he could came up here at 6 AM! It's not that far of walk from his dorm to my place, but well...it sure does count out as another healthy exercise indeed.

"Huh, seriously? You're still an anal virgin? I thought you had been pegged by a shemale or somethin'."

I pay no mind to his babbling and continue on watching the morning cartoons on my LCD TV, sitting down my comfy sofa.

"I don't really know what you're talking 'bout, but sure is nice eh living in a place like this, not befitting for a University student at all."

I took a glance at him, as the show gets on its commercial break for now. He's bringing over some apple tarts for us to it.

"Nope, it's my uncle's. He's going overseas to work, so he's askin' mah pops beforehand if I could take care of it since it's close to the campus. So here I am living in this humble abode, shortly before the first term started."

He just heavily sighed for no apparent reason and continues on munching his apple tart.

"By the way Kurt, you want some of these?" said Humphrey, pointing over the plate full of slices of apple tart he cut off with the kitchen knife earlier.

"Sure bro, perhaps I'll get a bite or two for now." his real name is 'Eric' but me and my other peeps gave Humphrey as a nickname or 'Hump' since 'Humphrey' is quite mouthful.

And I totally forgot about the show I was watching earlier because we're currently engrossed in our conversation.

"Well you see, let me explain to you first...."

"Humphrey is totally a homosexual, end of story."

"At least let me finish.....you fag."



This obscene yet absurd story was retold with Kurt Leibniz as the narrator, the original concept was written through Humphrey Schneider's eyes. This might turn out to be some compelling fiction but it's actually based on some too-good-too-be-true story. Well you see...on the past few days, Humphrey began to notice that he casually shaves his pubic hair regularly and plucking all the hairs near his ass to make himself look hygienic, up to this point his butthole is tight as usual, so no worries.

Ok, this is really disturbing to the point it make me wanna puke.

He lived in an all-male dormitory near our campus, the dormitory was notoriously known as the gayest dorm ever. But his obnoxious parents just can't seem to understand their son's despair by living in a dorm full of cute boys....yeah, there are so many cute boys which often being mistaken as a girl. In fact I was deeply surprised to see someone dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform....when they're actually one of the boys of this dorm.

What the heck, I'm getting a hard on just by writing about it....damn...it...Humphrey, I understand what kind of torture you're facing everyday.

By the way, I got that experience while I was visiting his place some few months ago.

From the past year, when we first enrolled to this University, until few weeks ago, Humphrey was one of the few people who lived alone in the room that were meant for 2 people, isolating himself in this hellish place that will slowly rob you of your sanity. Though his absurd level of denseness somehow protects him from turning wild from all of these damn traps. Don't worry, every room has its personal bathroom so he won't worry about being molested by those traps when using shared bathroom in the hallway corner.

Just some few weeks ago, nope...it's exactly almost 2 weeks from today. There's a new dude transferring to Humphrey room, I haven't seen the picture of that dude yet. But I think he's so damn cute that our Humphrey did mistook him as a girl on their first moments of meeting.

At first, Humphrey just go along fine with him just like getting along with any other guy you know. But you see....he is special, Humphrey has just encountered the worst possible roommate, he's a really sick pervert and a sex maniac who likes masturbating very much. Dat buddy's favorite topic is mostly about sex and hentai, his other hobbies include cross dressing and doing lots of kinky stuff.

"Humphrey, why haven't you fucked him yet? I think you're so gay to miss this golden moment to score with dat trap!"

"Isn't it gayer to actually lust over another guy, just like you?"

"You should at least gave him a blowjob."

"HEY! Don't dodge the my question!"

"Sssshhh! I'm going to do some important stuff atm so don't disturb me."

"Arrrgghhh...damn you, Kurt..."



Okay, let's reconstruct this imagery once more, now through the first person point of view to make things interesting. We have our Protagonist as the narrator, name's Eric and he's a dorm guy living alone in the past few years. Just recently, there's a trap boy...let's just call him Soren, moved into his room, well dat room was originally a shared room too. We don't know the reason about this sudden occurrence, since Humphrey, the main source, haven't disclosed everything yet, so I mostly made stuff up.

Enter Protagonist

A new breed of truth shall be unveiled soon, because we would never know that the truth lies.......in Lemonparty. I will indulge in partying with Lemonades all day because I'm friggin stoned, it's better than having them throwing lotsa rocks at me, busting my balls off to the point it explodes into fountains of cum.

There's nothing new that I wanted, everything needs sacrifices. Huh, I think I'll just live this mellow life as long as possible, nothing will change, everything will always stay the same.

In this psychedelic world where I'm sitting in this spacious room, hogging it all by myself, feeling high on acid all day long until it's the day for me to go towards class, spending my day walking around like a zombie, hiding my boner the last time I rummaged throughout these mathematical equations I usually masturbated to.

I wonder if I could catch on syphilis when I worked my ass out with a rusty pencil? Will I get AIDS when I thought that the integral symbol will feel me up whole with loads of homophonic clarity? My brain is totally fucked up, but I'm fine with this....being a complete retard aspie fella, rather than having to make sacrifices which would take something important of mine that I treasure the most. I hate having things taken away from me, you fucking dickheads, all of you starts making me cry like a queer mofo, I'm no longer a gangsta, not anymore.

I want to laugh all day like a stoned hippie, fighting everything with a rape-face smile that scares the fuck of anything that stands in my way. It makes me happy to see rainbows more often than everyone without the aid of drugs, no peyote, no marijuana, no LSD....running through my veins. Only fucked up genetics of crazy people, bloodlinings of those who were beyond help that they're got kicked outside the mental hospital.

Though I saw lots of things crawling under my skin it starts giving me goosebumps, this world doesn't have the right shape anymore. Sitting in front of my computer, I felt my vision expanding beyond belief, the room expands into a really large hallway it could fit a mass crowd of young people, the same size of a ballroom dance hall. When I finally snapped, it reverts back to my usual humble abode, the poignant smell of warm chocolate cup lies beside me, waking me back towards my sanity.

Crawling back and forth within the border of conscience, mind divulge wrecked in enormous terror of losing one's own identity.

"I won't be bad again, so please don't let me be alone forever. I need friends." a clean yet deep voice echoes across this room. Though I know it's just my mind playing tricks on me, I needed someone to pull me back onto this reality, because I can't fight by myself anymore.

I needed to regain my sanity once more, because I want to live as long as possible.

Nah, immortality isn't really necessary, but if there's one secret to it...you might find it inside lots of happiness and laughter. Your body cells will flourish for a longer time, it makes you look younger when most of your mateys had some face like a dilapidated row boat.

Alas my personal heaven had changed into a nightmare when I realized a new personality that resides within this room just now. I never thought I've seen another person inside my room, is he new? Taking a quick glance towards him, I realized that he doesn't look like a man at all....so feminine and beautiful.

My vision must be playing tricks on me.



"Phew." I let out a heavy sigh as I dropped my pen beside my notebook, I can't find any more inspiration for today. Meanwhile I could notice the heavy stares of Humphrey behind me.

"That's it? Why won't you continue?" his eyes seem to be skimming through my handwritings, brimming with intent for more goodies.

"Nah, not now, I'm afraid. Besides, how the heck did you expect me to complete this stuff in one sitting?"

"You're Kurt Leibniz, after all."

"That doesn't mean anything man."

I stood up from my deskchair, stretching my body around. Breathing the remnants of fresh air from this morning.

On some cases, it's better to pull off something quite mediocre rather than having to wait for an incredible inspiration to strike you down, if that's the case I would never finished any of my works to this point. Pulling off a masterpiece every time is just plain absurd, why don't I just stick to writing the things I like and finish off in the way I find most comfortable?

DING......DING...

Huh, did someone just rang the doorbell?

"Hey, Kurt. I think we got some visitors, I wonder who it could be?" Humphrey pointed out at the door's direction, moving his head a bit towards it, then turns back at me.

"Dunno, probably your boyfriend or something." meh, there might be some nosy travelling salesman or something that occasionally pops in, but our nice landlady already took care most of them. Basically, she forbids salesmen from setting foot inside this place because it disturbs our peaceful living, thank goodness for that.

"Damn you! It's not like I'm a ho---"

"Eric, are you there? It's me, Soren." a really feminine voice came out from the door's direction. I definitely think it's the voice belonging to a cute, innocent girl.

"Gah....it's him..." Humphrey hung his shoulders in disbelief. Finally made his resolve, he went towards the door.

I guess it's your boyfriend after all eh?

This world has become such a weird place.

"I'd like for my ass to be penetrated, deeply, with your tralala ding ding dong."

This peculiar line was inspired from a sexually provocative music video that I've watched on the net, a groovy techno pop song with strong dance elements on it. I had to admit the music is pretty kickass, the songwriter must be some uber creative mofo.

Okay that's just some random stuff, meanwhile I was listening to other kinds of music these days, mostly were adventurous and experimental rock songs. These bits could expand into a one hour long track, how the heck did they manage to write such a long song? It's also a genre of music in which 20 minute songs were considered regular, many of the tracks were over 10 minutes of length, some of the albums would be around 70-80 minutes length in a CD, go make it into a double album and it may took some meditative kind of patience to finish the heck of it, seriously....it's over 2 hours of listening session!

Well, I finished most of it anyway in one spin, so no worries. I'm pretty patient for those kind of music, especially if they're not looking forward for commercial advantages and decided to pursue their grand musical adventures instead.

All right, time to get back towards the present.



"Gah....it's him..." Humphrey hung his shoulders in disbelief. Finally made his resolve, he went towards the door.

Yeah, I'm reusing the same parts from the previous chapter because I'm too lazy to type out the new stuff. Meanwhile, even though he's already in front of the door, his hands just won't reach out towards the doorknob. Is it just me or did I just notice his back growing smaller and smaller as I watched his pathetic response when his boyfriend came in? Hold on, this story's got even more homosexual as I thought about it.

"Hey, Soren?" I shouted out loud from the dining place. "Humphrey's waiting behind this door with his backdoor wide open, so just come in!"

From the distance, Humphrey's shoulders got slumped from my final blow.

"Umm.....Eric....is that...your boyfriend?"

"PUFFFFFFF!!!!" I accidentally spurt out my drink upon hearing those words from behind that door. Yes, even though that was a feminine voice, it's loud enough to be heard from the dining place. It's just like, the words before was actually directed towards me.

Err...what's funny about these words, they were exactly the same which I thought of before when that feminine-voice guy just knocked on the door.

"Sigh....I give up..." giving in towards this homoerotic gravity, Humphrey has begun his voyage towards another world of paradise. Good bye, you will always be remembered as a brave man. In memory of Eric Schneider, we will hold glasses of wine high every night in a brightly lit spacious dining hall with lotsa cute looking traps beside us, in left and right, and in our laps.

Turning on the doorknob, I could catch a glint of a beautiful visage in front of my eyes. That curves....what a womanly curve, with firm...tender legs covered by kneesocks, that skirt also looks really nice and trendy, not to mention the clothing too, this person must have a great sense of fashion. She had a somewhat long hair, tied back into ponytails.....and that face......seriously? I swore I've just seen a girl just now! But after taking a closer look at the chest.....hmm...it's rather flat looking but there's definitely something packed in it.

"Eric..." with a soft yet alluring voice she greets our lucky bastard with an inviting smile. I watched her solemn expression few meters from that mofo's back, as I skipped a bit from my dining table because I'm damn curious about her.

"Not you again..." Humphrey made a facepalm towards her, then turned around facing my direction "Sorry Kurt, could you please handle him for now? I think you're more than capable for this kinda stuff." then he goes absentmindedly watching the TV Shows while reclining himself on the sofa, those blank stares just seem like a dude who doesn't want to give a single fuck about life.

"Hey! I just want you to make me.....a real man...." I heard 'her' voice shouting that stuff behind my back....I stood there dumbfounded upon the randomness of this thing.

Humphrey, who lounges around in my sofa like some no-life person, upholds an angry stare towards the 'girl' who's standing right behind me

"The way you're saying it are the ones that made me pissed off the most. Get the fuck out of here and stop mocking me with those manner of speech."

He said it in an angry tone but in a somewhat reserved manner, trying his best to restrain his voice, way to be considerate eh?

"Errr...sorry again Kurt, I know this is your place but...can you please let me be alone for now? Many thanks for that..."



You know I'm kinda feeling lazy to narrate everything else besides the dialogue so yeah. Both me and this cute girl....maybe it's actually a trap? We decided to leave Humphrey alone in my place for now because I think he might need some emo moments, the most common denominator lies on his impulsive desire to do a private masturbation session in another person's place, which I found quite disturbing.

"So...are you actually a guy? I couldn't tell it at all...seriously."

This got to be a really bad joke, how could a beautiful girl like 'her' possibly be a guy? Though when explained using the laws of Thermodynamics, this premise seemed a little bit plausible, even if this hypothesis might lead to some absurdly crazy notion.

"Yup." 'she' nonchalantly nod 'her' head, giving the most innocent smile I've ever seen, contrary to the bad joke that she's been giving me all this time. Alas, finally my solemn heart gets deeply confused from this debauchery.

What the fuck?

Tell me this world haven't gone insane from too much exposure of Lemonparty! Or did that vomit porn that has going around killing thousands of babies in an isolated desert island actually contributes an X Factor to this faggotry?

"Ah I see....so what's the deal on that stuff about 'becoming a real man'?"

Okay I must had gone insane too, now that I found this crazy event to be normal enough not to scream 'OMGWTF' at every corner and unintentionally masturbate in public....uh, how about no?

There's a brief pause. Rotten coconuts are making its way towards the harbor of the mind, yet there's so many pineapples waiting to be thrown out like a grenade, maybe this were just a sudden imagery, inflicted by my level of anxiousness while facing against 'her' beauty.

"Ummm...there's a girl that I like...I want to make a love confession to her!"

That girl is actually a guy though....wait this gets even more confusing.

"By the way, what kind of girl is she?"

Must be some kind of alien with eleven titties who likes to use strapon dildos, she probably endorsed tentacle rape to be performed legally towards generic drug traffickers, or some hippies who were so fucking stoned that they saw rainbow vans with the texts 'SUGABA DOP DOP' everywhere.

"Here's the picture! I hope you can help."

Now I think this picture looks oddly familiar, when was it taken? The majestic views of buildings behind a trailer park, there's a background view of child's playing....and in the middle of it lies a picture of a really beautiful girl, whom I really familiar with so much, back in my high school days we're used to met up together every time, we even slept together when we're just kids. There's some awkward moment when we went out shopping for grocery stuffs together with matching clothes and people couldn't even tell that I'm actually a guy....damn it.

It's definitely a picture of my big sis.....one thing that I know is she doesn't endorse tentacle rape, I don't know whether she actually have eleven titties. But I did know about her hobby of using strapon dildos, unintentionally wanking it even though she actually doesn't feel anything....but if you count it as mental stimulation, I definitely does....yeah, it's probably a novelty in the self-pleasuring department but it might prove to be uber effective.

"Come to think of it....you sure look strikingly similar to her....ah....uhhh...."

'Her' face start blush heavily "Uh...Stellina sis, please go out with me...umm....I don't know you have a hobby of dressing like a guy...."

Seriously? How the heck did 'she' comes out to that conclusion?

"Gah....I'm 100% guy damn it. Stellina's my sis, and I'm her little brother Kurt. Can't you just tell by my voice, wait....I actually have a pretty soft timbre..."

"Ah.....ah.....I'm sorry....ehehe...."

This 'girl' seemed to be pretty easy going after all. Things were going to be smooth enough for to talk about with 'her'.

"By the way, can I just refer of you as 'her' in my narrations? I don't like refering as a cute guy like you as a 'he' in my wordings."

"O-okay...I don't mind, Kurt. But to tell you the truth, I'm not that cute...err, thanks anyway...tee-hee!"

Uhh...things are getting really awkward right over there.

"Hmm...let's get to the rear lobby, there's hardly anybody around here and it's pretty quiet so you can just feel free to talk about everything."

And so on, we got to that lobby which I had the keys of. We had lots of trivial conversations, and to my surprise, 'she' likes hentai as much as I do and both of us do seem a bit annoyed by Humphrey's queer emo attitude earlier.

Concerning the quiet atmosphere around here, it seems like the best place for me to start molesting 'her', it's impossible to tell 'her' apart from actual girls and it makes my penis really....really confused.



You probably could think of it as a forbidden love between sisters, but it's actually a mutual love between brothers and sisters, wincest ftw. Though since the brother's so cute and he likes to dress up in girly outfits the chance you'll actually recognize him as a guy is very thin. Then we got the sister, a really strict yet dependable person on the outside, but actually a pervert on the inside.

Nuff' talking for now, let's get down to the story. Taken from the Protagonist's point of view, yeah...dat Trap.

Enter Protagonist

.........

An usual day in a modest house, it's not really a spacious house but the interior is amazingly clean, glimmering with brightness as I laid my visage throughout the first floor. This house design is really stylish despite its minimalistic budget given towards the room furnishings. Neat placement of the furnitures and the other objects made the impression of a spacious house although the size weren't that extravagant.

All of those were the handiwork of my big sister, Misaka. I do sometimes help out with the cleaning and re-arranging of things. Especially since I'm also a guy, my help is mostly needed when she's having trouble lifting heavy objects, I might look thin and frail but I could lift these heavyweight objects with ease you know!

"Wait a moment, Yuki! Your omelette will be ready soon." I heard my sis shouting over from the kitchen, the crisp aroma of steamed meat and cooked eggs wafts across towards the dining room. The seasoning of crispy onions, and variety of spices plus some garlic bread as the medium....ah, my mouth gets filled with saliva as I think about it.

I might have to brush my teeth immediately after eating, because garlic makes my mouth smell funny though.

"Take it easy sis, I'm not really hungry at the moment.." I shouted back at her, so it could be clearly heard on the kitchen. Afterwards I took a sip of my glass of milk lying on the dining table, just a medium sized dining table made from thick glass that could accommodate up to four people.

It's just another morning in the summer holiday times. My sis had a break from college and me from my high school, our parents were busy working at the peaceful countryside, entrusting that both of us could take care of our welfare, don't worry though...we occasionally done various part time jobs that would fulfill our daily necessities on a bare minimum, though the money our parents sent us were far more than enough to buy stuff, so we kept most of it on our separate bank accounts.

"Yo! Food's done now, it's still hot so don't rush now....ehehe..." my Sis goes by the dining table and placed a medium-sized plate of a meatfully-packed omelette, with assorted servings of meat, vegetables, and crispy garlic in a balanced proportion.

Then she pours some bunch of mustard into the sauce pad beside my plate. I grabbed the knife and fork lined nearby, start cutting the large pieces down to smaller ones so it would chill out faster.

"Puff...puff...." I playfully blow the hot serving with my mouth so the omelette will be at edible temperature faster, you can go chill it faster by fanning it but I particularly like the feel of hot steam in my face, first thing in the morning.

Creak....

I heard a sound of the fridge being opened, then my sis yelled about in a somewhat irritated tone "Oh my...it seems like I forgot to buy surplus ingredients for lunch and dinner....damn it, this is going to be a somewhat overhaul shopping...." she hung her shoulders then turned around to face me while I'm pretending to play around with my omelette.

"Yuki, I'm going to shop for some food. It won't take long so please take care of the house, okay?"

"Take care----"

"Uh...it seems I forgot my wallet." my Sis dashed upstairs towards her room, after a while she came back with her handbag which probably contains the wallet, she might put hers in someplace unnoticeable but I'm not really sure about that hahaha...

"Ahaha...I'll be going now, already checked the necessary stuff. Well then, take care of the house okay?"

"Have a safe trip, sis."

...

Somehow I got the feeling that things wouldn't go very well by the time she left the house. My mind gets filled with eerie stuff when I'm alone, though I could somehow handle most of them.

Meanwhile I think it's best to finish my food while it's hot, I picked up the smaller pieces that I cut off earlier with my fork. Getting a bite of the moist yet crusty edges, sticky strands of cheese starts falling down towards the plate. Needless to say, Misaka sis' cooking were delicious as usual, though I could sense the feel when she cooked it...there seems to be something intense being put into it, but I don't exactly know...probably lots of love? But the feel was too suffocating for something soft and sweet like a sister's love.

After finishing the first piece, I took a second slice, dipping it into the patch of mustard. The soft, sour, yet creamy texture envelops the helping, creating an inviting texture for my mouth to assault it.

I got deeply lost in the moment as I felt the richness of the taste, before I finally realized it, all the slices are now gone...I ate them all without leaving any leftovers, as expected from my sis' cooking.

"By the way, sis haven't come back yet." I took a quick glance towards the wall clock, five minutes has barely passed since she left. But my mind grows restless knowing that I'm alone in this house, when my sis was here...I could feel a sense of security enveloping me in a comfortable warmth.

That only applies to when I'm in my home though, and this uneasiness grows even stronger as she left the house quite often in the holidays....I wonder, did she finally grew tired of seeing her little brother every day? Or did she finally got a boyfriend already that she went out once in a while?

What a lucky bastard, to have such a dependable woman as his girlfriend. Huh...why am I being so conscious of her presence whenever she's not there? Maybe because I'm embarrassed to even thought about my true feelings of her...but...is it really wrong to love your own sister....not because she's your sister....but as a woman who could put myself at ease every time, to break free of my insecure feelings?

"Don't you think it's about time to find a girlfriend soon? You look really lonely."

You always said that sis...ever since I'm already halfway through middle school. Why wouldn't you embrace me like the old days? None of the girls around me really catch my interest....and I don't think any of them would be interested in my plain self either.

I want you, Misaka sis...I don't want any other women besides you....at least for now, until I could find a suitable women, because siblings weren't meant to be together...right? At least let me indulge in this forbidden pleasure this moment only.



Lonely...it feels really lonely without her around, even more that she's acting indifferent towards me. I longed for all the affection she gave me on that time....but I think it might be impossible because I'm too much of spineless coward to ask her out.

Since there's nobody in the house right now, I guess I'll get to my room and do some quick masturbation to relieve myself. I quickly went upstairs towards my room.....

"!!!!!!"

I think....I just saw one of my wildest fantasies come true. Beside my room where I supposed to be going, lies my sister's room...with the door wide open. She always locked it shut every time she went out, and never let me inside when she's around. It always bugs my curiosity about what kind of stuff has she done on that room?

There was one night when I got awakened by an erotic sound of panting and moaning from the room next to me, concealed by the walls next to mine. It's a sexy voice of a girl, definitely sounds like my sis, muttering vulgar words that I usually saw on H doujins and Visual Novels. A wet sound of something wet sliding in and out...somewhat slippery, a really lewd sound. I don't know, but are you trying to seduce me...sis? Or are you just freely playing around whenever you think I'm wouldn't notice?

You're such a pervert, Misaka sis, just like me. Don't you know how hard did I stroked my cock on that steamy night? It hurts so much the morning over, remembering how hard I could cum just by hearing your voice....it never felt this intense while I'm enjoying some hentai.

Realizing my absurdly feminine appearance at that moment, I began to lost myself...I let those juices slip into my mouth through my fingers....it's really embarrassing...being born like this, sometimes you couldn't even identify your masculine self with this kind of appearance. I even grew my hair long it reaches shoulder length, just for this holiday...I'm not planning to cut it down because the look of it somewhat energizes me.

Just like being reborn as a new person.

I strengthened my resolve and walked inside Misaka sis' room. From a glance it looks like a regular girls' room just like in those Dating Sim games, but there's a strong scent of pheromone wafting in about this place. My goodness, just how much did she play around with herself? Though the room seems tidy even for a girl's room, the erotic materials were professionally arranged like just some other book. Inside one of these opened up desks I saw bunch of sex toys in it, like it's been left open...she must have forgotten it because nobody ever comes inside it.

Maybe it's just me, who had dared to unravel her lewd dungeon of desires.

"Huh?"

I felt something akin to a silky smooth fabric down my feet, after walking ahead few steps inside her room, being too preoccupied with the bizaare suroundings, finally noticed something underneath as the object kinda drags about as I moved my feet again.

Triangular shaped fabric with black laces around it, giving an enormous erotic vibe that makes my head spin.

"Misaka sis' panties..."

I could smell a strong scent of her wafting from this honey jar, an entrancing aroma that makes me forget about my mere existence, drifting my mind away to the point I start thinking about weird things so much I felt my body fidget and quiver each and every moment.

"Ahnnn....mmmhhh...." this kind of atmosphere made me let out a high-pitched moan like a girl's....I tried my best not to realize an enormous boner that pushing around so hard against my pants.

A girl?

I took of the hair ribbon that made my long hair got tied back. I couldn't recognize the figure reflected on this mirror anymore, despite from the male clothes I usually wore.

Yes, all that I saw in the mirror is....

The visage of a girl.

Whose body I could ravish all I want, whom I could molest with my hands, caressing every nook and cranny of her body whenever I desired.

These are the dirty thoughts that filled my head as I continue walking towards this path, which I wouldn't ever regret for the rest of my life. Because at least, I'm being honest towards my feelings, no matter how wicked and perverted it may be.

Erroneous scent wafted across this isolated sanctuary of sleazy hot night in autonomous pleasure sessions; now is the opportunity to satiate the lust bared within my deepest recesses burning down in flames of desire, engulfing all the sanity and conscience.

The flooring was made with a softly sculpted hardwood that feels really smooth and pleasant as I traced the slick woody surface with my feet, dragging around a piece of lingerie belonging to my sis. Picking up the erotic lingerie, I stretched it out to see the layout, letting the lewd scent of it washing me away towards oblivion. The last trump of my time might had drawn closer with this reckless demeanor, but why should I care?

I hate you, Sis. Because you made me feel deeply attached, then you just ignored me all of sudden. Though somehow I've got the vibe that this is an intentional fallacy you made just to entrap me in your unbreakable webbing. But why? What kind of exciting things would you do by taking advantage of me, your little brother...who has nothing at all? Is it my face, or my curves that makes me looks like your lil' sister, even though you actually have none?

Do you want to molest me, sis? I don't mind. I'm actually happy if you wanna take advantage of me at least once, but...I would be even happier at least if you try to....be gentle with my body, please don't break it along with my mind....I'm not prepared for this yet, both mentally and physically..

"Damn, what am I thinking? Get over yourself, Yuki!" I let go of that piece of lingerie from my hands and slapped my cheeks to grip myself together again. Being a loner through prolonged lapse of time made me develop this strange habit of having weird thoughts on unprecedented moments. The panties were now laid down on the floor as it was in the first place, but now embedded with my perverted fingerprints in it.

In this spacious room, my sight wavers toward a reflection of me in the mirror, which I mistook for a moment as a girl's. Ignoring the massive boner that constantly bulging up and tearing my pants, I could pass out as one. Albeit might be successful, I haven't dared to do some cross-dressing, not even once. I'm so afraid to be found out, since I got highly aroused at the slightest thought of obscenity. When my groin gets fully erect it might cause some people to freak out with how bulky it was.

It won't just calm down since my dirty thoughts is just nearly impossible to clear. Most of the case I even have to cum really hard to settle my boner, that's really a handful, pun intended. Not just while thinking about it, the girls in my school and classes are really cute and had lewd bodies it made me had many dirty thoughts about them. But what interests me the most is still my sis...because she used to care for me so much, that's something these girls won't just do.

I moved closer towards the mirror to find out a striking similarities between my sister and me, disregarding the flat chest and slim waist, I look exactly as the younger version of my sis. Probably one of the reasons I grew my hair long...it's to match my sis' hair. So every moment I was alone and Misaka sis won't be there for me, all I have to do is letting my hair down and talk in front of my mirror. As I didn't see my reflection at all, only a striking resemblance to her.

Pretty pathetic isn't it? I think it's actually myself who isolates himself from the environment. Hoping that someone will come and break down this chains that holding me back from revealing my true, yet disgusting self.

This tattered chains will come undone, I just have....that feeling.

Huh? I think I just saw a piece of clothing on the corner of my sight, laying down on the bed. Now as I took a closer look of it, the cloth resembles a dress with lots of frills in it, woven smoothly with a silky smooth feeling as I picked it up with my hands. The texture were both smooth and durable. This cloth looks like a skillfully woven, customized maid outfit. Those perfect mix of contrasting black and white that augments the beauty of whoever suitable to wore it, a gothic lolita style only suitable for those with doll-like stature.

The matching skirt and kneesocks could be found beside it; with fabric textures that feels so smooth and slick, just like touching a girl's feminine self. But since it kinda fits my slender body, why don't I give it a try sometime.....oh damn, just by thinking about it gives me a hard on.



Cries of anxiety rising up from the bottom of my thoughts; undefined sum of distorted reasoning invades this grey matter of mine. Am I really doing the right thing, jumping on the bandwagon just like that, without thinking back about the consequences? What will I do if she actually hates me because of this?

I don't know, I just can't think about anything from this point on. My mind automatically focuses on putting this cute outfit on my body, transforming myself into another personality, completely unknown and mysterious, that brought about a tantalizing rapture as it greatly persuade me to join this madness.

To my surprise, the outfit that's specifically created for a slender-statured girl, fits perfectly with a my body, a male's body.....I couldn't call it one anymore since it's really suitable for wearing feminine clothing while my casual male clothes does look weird with my contrasting appearance and physique. But yeah, there's this matter with this little friend standing between my legs...it's too big, even more opaque because of my thin physique.

It gets a little bit full on my palm every time I tried to whack off, but the meatful feeling I got from it....since I can get some really long and hard strokes with my rod, it makes me like shafting my rod very much. My body is....really perverted. It's really troublesome at most times, even more because the environment around me keeps giving me unwanted stimulations every time.

Regardless of my body and mind being filled with sense of nervousness, I moved back towards the mirror again to see how did I look.

"No, I hate this....it's really disgusting, I shouldn't ever did this....no.....no...ahhh."

Enraptured by the reflection of the girl wearing a goth lolita outfit, I reached out to my skirt and gently stroke my fully erect groin over the clothing. The girl also reached....her hands out, the hem of her shirt gets pulled up by a sudden gust of wind.

It appears that this girl has a huge penis behind all this, fully erect and hung, dribbling lots of lewd juices, dripping down to the floor. Scent of pheromones wafting so strong it made me lost my mind....

I want to suck her juices...so badly, her milk....please let it out....

Somehow, after putting this outfit on, it seems my body and mind doesn't seem to connect with each other. Completely feels really out of place, like I'm controlling a body of an innocent looking girl, getting victimized with my perverted thoughts and actions.

A fickle remorse, vibe of perfect isolation.

"Hmmm...it's pretty huge and meaty, just as I thought. The outfit fits perfectly too, yeah...it's specifically made for you after all."

Sis? How long have you been there?

"!!!!!!" I pulled my skirt down to cover my enormous meat....she caught me red-handed stroking my groin while wearing this cute outfit....

"Hey Yuki, are you okay? I forgot something on the way back so I came back here...."

"Misaka sis....don't you think this is really weird at all?"

"Nope. Isn't it perfectly normal for you to wear girls' clothing? Moreover, it suits you."

"B-but! I'm a...." I embarrassingly lifted my skirt to reveal this hunk of erect shaft dripping love juices. "Uh...sorry, I'm so perverted.....but since you already saw me like this..."

"Don't worry, some girls could have one too! Honestly I think yours is cute...uh, did I say something wrong?"

"I'm not a girl.....sis, I'm your little brother...."

"Yuki....do you hate me?"

I moved my face away from her gaze. As much I'm deeply relieved that she doesn't mind me doing these weird stuffs, there is still this unsettling glance before me.

".........aaaahhhhh......" the feel of her gaze gets me so hard.

"So you like wearing girls' clothes after all, as expected from my little sister...."

"But I'm not----"

"No compromise! You're always be my little sister after all, since we're kids. Don't you remember how I always refer to you as my lil' sis in front of my friends?"

"Dad and mom always thought of me as a male...."

"Does it matter? I just want to love you the way I want to...because I liked girls too, and deep down inside, you liked being my spoiled little girl too, am I right?"

"Sis..." tears began falling down from my cheeks

"That feminine face and physique, and that voice too, every sensible person would automatically identify you as a girl." then she reaches onward to my pants "Though this meaty cock...this long and hard thing between your legs. Looking between your appearance and this weird thing which seems out of place....very kinky."

She starts licking the tip of my cock "No...sis...it's dirty..." a throbbing sensation assaults my member the moment she put it inside her throat.

"Mmmm....lick...lick...so that's how a girl's juices taste." she continues on sucking me deeply until it finally hits the back of her throat. Her overflowing saliva lubes up my meaty shaft to the point it starts dribbling outside her mouth, covering the base with lewd slippery liquids.

"Hyaaaannnn...!" I gasped in surprise as she deepthroats me all of sudden, swallowing my whole groin like this. Mixed senses of sweetness that numbs my mind down, the heat from below rises up above and my body starts squirming like crazy.

"Chuuuppp....mmmh.....slurp....slurp....." she then took my penis out of her mouth. Seductively taking off her clotches while kneeling down below me, I noticed that my shaft were now coated in such a perverted way, filled up with her saliva it reflects the shiny pattern, with both of my precum and her liquids dribbling down the tip.

Then with a quick swoop, she quickly took off her shirt after sliding it back and forth around her large pair of breasts in such enticing manner. Without her shirt on, I could see those perverted mouas, concealed by her black lace corset that augments the sensation inflicted on my perverted mind.

"Sis...I'm going to...." I felt a sudden rush on my groin, like a gushing stream that's going to come out. I grasped the hem of my skirt and began touching other parts of my body over this frilly clothes, gentle caresses that gives me a mindblowing sensation because of it's softness. My slender hands continues to molest this feminine flesh until I finally realized that I'm too absorbed on fondling my chest and hips all over, when sis started staring at me.

"Why don't you look at the mirror to see how perverted your face are?" Misaka sis turned her face towards the mirror, which then I followed shortly. The sight reflected in the mirror arouses my mind even further....a shoulder-length haired girl wearing a cute maid outfit, lifting her skirt off, revealing a giant hunk of meaty cock dribbling in saliva and precum oozing about. What turns me on the most is her heavily aroused blushing face, the fair white skin which gleams cherry red due to this erogenous heat spreading all over.

Widely opening her mouth, tongue sticking out, gasping for fresh air. With inviting eyes that were asking for it.

"I'm....cumming....!!" a tremendous rush of euphoria filled my mind up. At first I thought my sticky milk will spurt out towards the ground, drenching it with my scent and taste.

Though just before my creamy juice finally comes out rushing in full force, I felt my meaty groin being enveloped by something really soft and tender, drowning me in a total sense of security. Amazing sense of relaxation gathers up in my lower body, allowing me to release torrents of cum, gushing out my cock like crazy.

"You sure came a lot...." with a perverted smile on her face, she eyes me up with lewd desires emanating from her

"Hah.....hah....hah...." I gasped in ecstasy after blowing my huge load on her body

I felt her entire undergarments being drenched with my milk, to the point that my sweet smelling fragrance fills the room.

"My...my, for such a slender girl to have such a meaty hunk, in addition of being overly sensitive....moreover, spurting so much cum....you have a really perverted body, Yuki."

"S-stop it sis, I'm....not...a...girl. This is so embarrassing..." covering my cock with the hem of my skirt, I could feel the leftover pools of cum left in the tip, quickly filling up my outfit with its stickiness.

"Ah, you just dirtied your new clothes! Well, I could wash it for you...but in exchange please start to wear some feminine clothing from now on okay?"

"These are....m-m-my clothes?"

"Don't be silly! This outfit fits your appearance perfectly, I especially choose one that fits your size. Oh by the way, I'm going to clean myself from the mess you made, so wait here okay?"

"Uhh...yeah..."

.........

I heard wet sounds of splashing water down the bathroom. Erotic moans of her reaches out to my ears, tantalizing tone that invites me to do naughty things with my own body.
Even though I just came alot, my junk still feels so hard, poking up the hem of my skirt as I tried rubbing it over.

Though I felt really exhausted after blowing my huge load inside her. I laid my body flat on her bed, my maid outfit sliding forth on her bedcovers. The texture of my kneesocks brushing against the bed's surface. Moving my body towards a comfortable position to lay down, I snuggled on her pillow and let myself drift into sleep.



"There you have it. My sis doesn't have any routes you can get." so I explained to Soren about the circumstances regarding her. Looking dejected, he slumped down his shoulders. Those energetic twintails just before seem to have wilted like an abandoned flower.

Wait....a flower?

"H-hey....Kurt. Since you kinda look like your sister, how about...."

"No." I cut off his words before he could even finish.

Well I could somehow sense what he's going to say. But cross dressing isn't my kind of thing to be honest, even though I'll probably look good in it.

"Umm...you could also wear my costumes, I have a lot of them..."

That sounds really kinky. Sparks of curiosity bulges over my head....what kind of outfit would look good on me, I wonder? But....

"Sorry, but I have to decline..."

Yeah, it wouldn't be funny if my buddies found out about 'this hobby'. I might get screwed if anyone knows it, other than selected few who could keep secrets. With that, I sent him out with a dejected feeling down my heart.

.........

The next week, I found him moving a room which is located only few rooms next to my own apartment's room. Damn it I'm totally pinned down. I wonder how persistent he'll be on forcing me to wear those cute outfits?

"So, Kurt. I didn't even know that you're also a high-potential trap. Have your fun with 'her' okay? Thanks a lot to you, I could have this place all over mine again...bwahahahahaha!"

"You asshole." I hung up the phone after hearing his annoying laughter of victory.

By the way, I told Soren that my sis already has a girlfriend. Yep, she's a closet lesbo. But I lied about her only interested in real girls though, in fact she's almost too obsessed with traps along with yuri lovemaking. But I can't tell him that since I don't want that kind of person in my family, ever.

It really sounds weird having your brother-in-law that totally looks like a girl, pestering you up to wear girl's clothing. Damn it, seriously...I probably had to watch my butthole from now on.

Last but not least, fuck you Humphrey...fuck you.

A faint sound of footsteps could be heard in the early morning. In a quiet, peaceful city such as this, you could find a sense of relaxation.

Those footsteps are mine, I'm just taking a short walk in the morning in order to freshen myself up. This will be the 6th day of my healing program...on what happens just before, I will get that to you right away.

Telling you guys the truth, I don't know how it all happened. It all started out when Soren was moving out towards my apartment a few days later after my first meeting, he's actually a pretty nice person and all that prank about cross-dressing me up actually was just a lie to pull my leg off. Geez...thank goodness..

On how this fella is related to the event that's about to unfold, he's been a really big help that I cannot believe he's about the same age as me. Several days passed and we're just occasionally chatting around and suddenly I felt like my body had caught some fever, so I began taking some medication that I bought from the nearby convenience store. While enduring all the torture and my declining appetite,

I keep on studying until the first day of my exam begins. It will consist of series of exams ranging in two-and-half weeks. But something unexpected starts happening during my first day of exam...my throat was filled with a highly concentrated mucus that makes me feel really sick and unable to focus on the questions. I took out some tissues from my bag and began to spit out all the mucus into it, I must be making some painful expression since most of the students in this room are giving me concerned looks.

All of this continued and the mucus seemed to keep multiplying as I keep spatting out the contents inside my throat, filling me up with nausea as time goes, to the point that I'm about to vomit. But.....I have to finish answering all the question to the best of my abilities, or I'll definitely fail the exam. I must fight until the very end...

"GAAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!" realizing that I'm about to vomit, I readied all the remaining batch of tissues and finally thrown up all of these cause of nausea. Ah...I need to recycle all these stuff, but just when I was about to stand...I realized that my feet was no longer able to hold my body straight and tall.

I suddenly felt my body collapse onto the floor, with my left hand holding the batch of tissues filled with vomit.

"Kurt!"

Soren's voice was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness, along with the sound of him breaking through the classroom.



Some time ago in my dream there's two important things that occur, one that say the current me is mediocre and all that lies beyond me is a horribly pathetic death, it leaves me into a slight fear. Why slight? Soon after there's another stuff that came across me, it's really uplifting.

There's the thing called darkness, it controls the unknown elements that were happening in my life. Some of those were good, but those unpredictable things which happened to me were mostly bad because I don't know how to anticipate it. There's this saying from my dream; in order to take greatest advantages of the darkness...one must explore further and further as life permits them, in order to see what they will come across, anticipating it in whichever way they can.

That way, the result most beneficial to them might be obtained, although not all things could be avoided, at least by learning about their own darkness...all the pain could be lessened, and it might become a highly valuable lesson for their future.

So what does this wisdom has anything to relate with my current condition? I don't know for sure...but let's hope for the best. So to say, I'm getting tired of all these non-stop days of studying..a break will be necessary, but I wonder about all the exams I'll be missing?

"Kurt, are you awake? We'll be arriving at the hospital soon." as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a somewhat hard bed. Next to me is the owner of the voice, my sister.

Sitting beside her were several men and women in white suits, they must be the hospital nurses and helpers. So I'm going to that place after all huh? The premise is not bad really, I just hope this sickness is not too serious it could heal after several days, enough to give me time on resting both my body and soul.

Closing my eyes again, I feel the vibrations of the ambulance taking me, rocking away along the hilly roads, this kind of rhythm slowly drifts me up into sleep again. The next moment, I found myself inside a certain doctor's room, I opened my eyes just before she managed to wake me up. I could feel her eyes scrutinizing me with interest.

"Ms. Meredith, I think your little sister's awake...what's her name..."

"I'm a guy, just for your information." honestly, how could the doctor mistook me for a little sister instead of little brother. Wait a second....

"Well, it's partly my fault...I changed his clothing with some of my pajamas...hehehe..." my sister playfully jumps inside the examination room, now she starts staring at me intently too...

"By the way, can you please wait outside for a while, Ms. Meredith? We need to conduct the examination in peace..." with a half-blushing face, the doctor send her off away

"Okay. But don't ever try to molest him on work, Naomi. You'll be seriously addicted you might lose your precious job....hahaha"

"Geez, I understand already!" for a moment she doesn't look like a doctor anymore, more like one of sis' close friends. My sister finally walks off the room filled with laughter, unfitting of this quiet hospital atmosphere. At the same time she went of, the doctor's expression quickly came back. We're now ready for an actual examination.



"Okay, so firstly I think you had some lack of sleep." she start explaining to me about my current condition as I laid down the bed. Then she asked if I'm okay to stand up and walk around...I nod to it and then the nurse began measuring my height and weight.

"Hmm...your proportions are really good." hmm...the way she's saying it sounds a bit suspicious.

She ordered the nurse to check my blood pressure, the results were also pretty standard. Then she placed her stethoscope around my chest, telling me to breathe deeply' while she's briefly demonstrating it herself. I shortly followed her instructions and took a deep breath while she's examining me. The results turned out to be quite normal, again.

Finally the main issue caught on when she's examining my throat, I want to vomit so much when she tried inserting some kind of small wooden object and some similar sized flashlamp. She quickly pulled over when she realized I was feeling nauseatic, after about three times of attempt...she quickly assumes my sickness.

"Well, it's definitely throat infection...based upon my examination on your throat earlier. For now on please don't eat any fried or grilled foods, at least not until your illness is cured." then she proceeds to write a medicine recipe for me to get it at the hospital apothecary

There she continues "And I heard you collapsed on your way here, I'm sorry to hear that. But I think you should rest a bit more before your tests and stop worrying to much..." saying that, she finished writing the recipe and wishes me good luck on my complete recovery

"This will be three times a day after meals, and this one two times after meals, I will prescribe another one which is two times before mealtime. Additionally I will get you a cough medicine in case you need it, three times a day when necessary. You'll get the additional details about medication taking when you get it from the Apothecary."

"Ah I see...thanks for all the explanation, I'll be sure to finish up all the medications."

After finishing her brief explanation on how I should be taking the medicine, she suddenly switches on to a friendly talk.

"Oh yeah. Next time you come here, feel free to call me Naomi okay?"

"I'm a healthy person by default, so I'm afraid I won't be here much in the future."

"Umm...we can consult about things regarding health on my spare hours. Free of charge of course...."

"Hmm...I'll think about it. And yeah, thank you very much for your help." I thank the doctor and gave her a firm handshake, then I walked outside her room.

My sister's currently waiting outside. Just in front of me lies the reception with the signboard 'Tuscany Hospital Reception Area' placed on it. So this is the hospital in my hometown...that's a big surprise.

Unlike the town, this place has become quite crowded...many people has come and gone, mostly elderly ones. Some got here in a wheelchair, with their family members helping on pushing it around, the others got there in clutches, whilst the rest of them just slowly walks with heavily bend-over backs.

"This place is popular for aging problems just like that, so many elderly peoples had came over here. Not many young peoples had enough concern for their health they never bothered even for general checkup and just squander their bodies like its a worthless thing." my sister Meredith, quietly talks to me by gently whispering the words through my ears.

"So that's why Dr. Naomi seems a bit lonely..." not many young people around her age came to visit...let alone talk to her during spare hours, I could somehow understand her desire of wanting to meet up

"Yes, and that's why I came visit her regularly whether she liked it or not. Putting the topic aside, how's the examination?"

"It's a throat infection, I'm forbidden to eat fried or grilled foods until I'm completely healed." and so on I began to explain the details during the examination, including the medication taking details.

Then we went to get the listed medicine at the apothecary, it's near the place my sis were waiting. We just exit our current place by taking a short walk towards the left of the reception area, there will be another area where we encounter a place with a large sign 'Apothecary' imprinted on it.

Before that we...no in fact my sis paid for the doctor's service in the reception area, it's quite cheap when you look at this hospital's facility and the quality of the medical teams. Then we went straight towards the Apothecary and shown the pharmacist about all the medication info written by Dr. Naomi.

It all took approximately 30 minutes for the medicine to be ready.

"Speaking of which, throat infection eh? Anything that forbids you to eat whichever food you want and makes your body prone to other diseases are better off healed quickly."

"Definitely. And I hope this sickness will be cured quickly."

My sis gives me a light hug and said "Don't worry, you have me and our family's support for that."

"Thanks a lot, sis."

I've said before that I tried to distance myself away from my family just because on what I was working on that moment. It was something that I thought...they will never approve of because of their values...their upbringings as a peaceful family.

But for me and my sis, there's a different bond shared between us. With her I could share much more things than I could ever do with the rest of my family members.

Soon after the 30 minutes had passed, we walked towards the Apothecary again.

The pharmacist gives us some bunch of plastic wrappings that could be opened up in the top, at the bottom part there's the instructions on how to take the medication. Opening up the plastic wrapping, he shows us the contents of it; a pack of medicine laid before my eyes...each with different set of dosage. One of them were some antibiotics, instructed to be taken three times a day after meals.

The other are some medicine with technical name I can't identify, one of them only contains three tablets, taken two times a day, at morning and night, after meals. The other ones had some larger strips of tablets, instructed to be taken morning and night before meals.

Lastly there's a medium sized bottle placed on the pharmacy table and a small transparent cup, the pharmacist instructed me to pour the contents of this bottle into the cup's brim after shaking the bottle properly. By the way, that's the cough medicine taken under necessary conditions.

After packing up the medicines, and paying up for it, we waited for uncle Bill's at the hospital's lobby. Sis said that he'll promise to drive us home with his newly bought truck, though I wonder if the hospital would allow these kind of vehicles in.

It doesn't take long for him to show up...this time in an ordinary sedan. He waved for us to come in for a ride home.

We got inside the car right away.



What's next? Nothing much really, just like when I was sick in the past...everyone's suddenly acting all nice, which makes me comfortable enough to stay with them. I'm really happy when they all wished for my complete recovery as soon as possible.

Since we're back at late afternoon, and my parents were still busy at work, my sis cooked me some delicious meal...some sort of stew with meat and vegetables on it. Even though the aroma already drowns me, it's really hard for my throat to digest it...the taste becomes bitter the moment it went out to my mouth. She then added some salt on my bowl...it definitely does make things taste a lot better.

Even though I got some leftovers, I still managed to finish these few portions that she prepared for me. Shortly after finishing my lunch, I took a pill of that antibiotic medicine which says 'three times a day' and downed it along with water, that's all the medication I need to took right now.

At night my family prepared a modest feast just like an usual gathering, leaving a bunch of stews and soups for me, I can only finish half of what they offered me but they don't really seem to mind. What really excites me is...they offered lots of delicious fruits, my throat is really friendly with it right now I ate quite a bunch of them.

Because it's night time there's three kinds of medication I need to take. Plus the cough medicine because my throat's feeling a bit like....well I somehow need it for all the coughing this evening.

After dinner I moved back to my room, brushing off my teeth first then moved onto my bed. Some moments later my sister came by and wished me a good night sleep...

In the end I still haven't asked her about what's really happening. Though I also wanted to get my mind from the college stuff as far as possible and enjoy my brief peaceful life from today onwards...well, no problem then.

That concludes my first day on my seven-day recovery program. Many things will be happening but I'm really grateful on my family's support for giving me huge moral advantages for fighting off this sickness.

Some note first, this part is written after I was mostly healed from my current sickness, so I couldn't really immerse myself on what's really happening at that time. First of all, I must thank Soren for saving my life...he offered the recommendation to the academic advisory for me to retake all the test because of a peculiar sickness in. Yeah, throat infection. In addition, he called my sister during the crucial time...my sis then called on the hospital for emergency transport so that's how did I finally get here. Back then I wondered where did she get sis' number? But I was too drowsy to even start figuring it out.

Later on I could eat fried and grilled foods like usual and my appetite has risen up to normal levels, one thing I gained for sure is the patience to overcome everything when I felt that all this time has been filled with torture. But not really, all that I can say for sure...the healthy food served by my family : soups, fruits, vegetables and such were really delicious and the healing process was one of those damn nicely rewarding stuff.

Since describing what each day feels like sounds kinda boring to me, I'll go over the general stuff happening on the days and skip on towards the 6th and 7th day. After sleeping peacefully on the first day, I went up and took some light breakfast...some kind of fruit salad mixed with cocktail. Although my stomach still can't handle eating much stuff, I somehow managed to finish the whole bowl of it...thanks to the sweet taste in which the cocktail gave me.

Then I proceed to take all the medicines prescribed for the morning, along with drinking that cough medicine since my throat was feeling a bit...sore and I was coughing a lot from last night. My mom also prepared me some hot water with salt diluted inside for mouthwashing, it feels kinda nauseating at first but it manages to reduce the percentage of mucus inside my throat. In addition of medicines taken, there's also some healthy drinks offered to me...it helps on reducing the heat on my body. Yep, along with this disease there's also an issue of inflammatory within.

There goes the rest of the days, I was mostly eating within each designated time : morning, afternoon, and night. Sleeping a lot in-between times, with reduced frequency and length as the day goes, means that my vitality has increased by their treatment and care.

Yeah, and taking the medication within the appropriate time.

During the second day I can't do much despite being in my room most of the time, since there's a quite reliable internet connection at my computer...I browsed the internet when I feel like it, and since the studying materials are available for download...I dropped by on my University's site, logged in...and downloaded all the slides. All of those doesn't took long and I occasionally studied the materials whenever I have the opportunity. Mostly I only played games though...hahaha..

On the third day, this morning the medicine which contains only three tablets in it..well I've finished it after having breakfast. My body feels better although it still feels sluggish and I can't eat much stuff. Fourth and fifth day, same as usual..can't really eat that much besides some 'special' food they peculiarly serve for me. There's a good news that my condition gradually improves within each passing day...thank goodness.

Now let's get onto the 6th day. Since my physical condition had begun to recover at some unbelievable rate, they told me to take a short walk down the cities. On the last 4 days I always stayed at home doing the regular stuff. And here we are...back to the beginning of the timeline in Episode 6.



And so on, during that walk, I couldn't think of anything besides my inability to do everything that I enjoy doing. Only studying around and trying to recover from my sickness...both by my own hands with results in catastrophic failure that put me once in a near-death condition, and by consulting a doctor when the level is still on a minor one...still curable with a relatively cheap cost.

The most frustrating thing happening at that time was, that I lost most of my inspiration to write something new and continue on my projects. Just few days before, my body feels really cold at night and at other times it's sweating like crazy. I'll tell you about some near-death experience I had earlier, it was not because of the disease itself to be honest. I was really depressed at that time, not being able to do much because of my current condition, eventually that frustration leads to me having weird illusions and sparks of distorted lights came into my view.

Something seems wanting to burst out of my chest and my body feels disoriented, for a moment I felt that my soul is going to come outside my body in a painful way. The next moment I'll try calming myself down and tried being optimistic...it turns out my positive thinking was the ones that saved my life. If I keep dwelling on these depressing thoughts I might have been dead in such tragic ways, there probably will be weeks before my body was finally discovered...given nobody really cares about myself and looking after me...but that was before when my mind has been filled with negativity.

It feels really relieving when I finally realize that there's people who would care for me in this kind of situation, no matter how busy they were. Yeah, I'm not alone in this world after all. Even during these quiet walks like this, there will always be people accompanying me around; some jogs back and forth on short lines, others like to run a marathon course towards the hills and back to the cities due time.

Nothing much happened during that day besides me reflecting on things, well this might be a boring chapter but please hang with me for a bit. On the 7th day I realized that my recovery began to progress really quick and on the night time I already finished all the medication so all that's left is just drink the supplementary ones like that salt water mouthwash and some other stuff that would cool down the inflammation inside my body.

Here comes the 8th day where I finally went back towards my place, after that I'm finally back on my own...with the help of my sister and Soren. I don't even realize that he's actually my sis' boyfriend or you can call it 'girlfriend' because of his really feminine appearance.

Damn it, she was about 3 years older than that trap! Okay so my brother-in-law is going to be a really cute trap? And he's looking forward to dress me up in that outfit wherever the right opportunity comes....okay I don't want to think about it for now. At least I know that he's just testing on how dense I am when I first met him, and it turns out that my denseness could be considered around extreme levels.

So here's the last of the boring parts, I managed to get over the rest of the tests successfully thanks for the support of some caring peoples. And for the retake I also managed to clear most of it with no problem, probably just some above-average results I got thereafter but meh, I don't really care as long I passed.

And here comes the last bits on the story of my recovery, I'm feeling too lazy to write about the details because well...it's not good to write some recollection about horrible things like this. I prefer writing stuffs that would drive me into pleasure. About my full recovery, it's about 2 weeks after the 8th day of my healing progress. I could normally eat like I usually do but there's some habits that I currently tried to avoid, about eating some kinda foods that would cause the inflammation again and staying up late.

Now I tend to sleep just when the clock strikes midnight, if I couldn't seem to drift away in bed before that. To help that if I can't sleep after the change of day, I usually whack my penis off until I managed to cum a lot, yeah sweet dreams after that. Beyond all that, it's just my usual day.

Okay since the story's finished by now but it's to short to end it directly, let's end it out with another short story filled with random shenanigans.



I finally realize the reason for me to keep doing things and taking it thus far. That's because I'm creating something enjoyable for myself, and it feels really fun when doing all these works. Many people wouldn't care because it's not things written for them, just mainly stuff written for my own amusement.

No, after all these few years...there's something more that keeps me focused on it. Just doing things because it's fun is not strong enough a reason, especially when it's coped with the effort needed to finish up a portion of these. Yes, there's a much stronger reason behind this notion. I remember back then when I was fully depressed...feeling like having no control over my own life anymore.

Sometimes I even thought that I'm only guided by circumstances that were mostly disadvantageous...I hate this kind of life. Then all of sudden I began to write stuff, onto the point I've became the person I am now, things surely have changed a lot. I think this stuff is the only thing I have that has the power to alter my fate. And by doing this, I had placed my hope for a better life by giving my all towards this work.

Every time I post up works that I've been working on with all my heart, somehow a portion of my troubles has just gone for good and a new breed of fortune will come forth at crucial times.

Okay this story is something that actually happened when I first started writing. There's a forum I joined, at first I just wanted to download some Visual Novels in it since there's plentiful of that here. Then short time after I began to start posting and making quite a number of buddies in here, it's really fun being on that place. Looking upon my isolation in the net, there's an impulse to start on a story, so I could finally share something I got with them.

It's the first story ever that I posted on the net, titled : Chronicles of the Eros Fyter. Some of my best buddies supported the idea even though when I looked at it back then, it contains nothing much besides poorly-written sex scenes and too much updates despite lacking actual content with impact and power. Later on many people began to leave that story alone...yeah I don't realize it by now and keep on writing until I finally exhaust myself.

Even though nobody ever comments anymore on these past months, I keep on going...but it doesn't work out for long. It's because the story itself lacks a background strong enough in order for me to develop it even further, then I finally decide to drop it for nearly 6 months...then a remake of it was created shortly after.

The concept was rough but it's there, plot wasn't really understandable but I wrote something with emphasis on it. I used some of the characters from the previous version, and changed many stuff about them...divided the story into some arcs, figuring out how it starts and ends. Thinking out about the direction of character development, and keep improving myself as I go. It's still going steadily, though it doesn't have as many comments as the previous version...many people has left.

Some elements were kept to preserve the unique features on the story, mainly the perverted stuff...though I cut off most of the sex scenes so I could focus on writing plots. These were mostly saved for refreshments and I regard it as a bonus thingy. To be honest, this version of story really symbolizes my rise and fall as an author...sometimes it feels really hurtful when I thought, nobody really cares about it...nobody really appreciates it, even though I put my heart when working on it.

But looking at the bright side, I began to see things in new perspective from all this pain of obscurity. On how I should write things like my heart tells me, on why should I keep my hands on this work until the very end.

When I realized that I already went this far with so little support all over, I began to see a notion of being independent, that you can do those things if you put your whole heart when working on things you want to accomplish. Then you began to truly love something and won't really care much about what happens around you, though sometimes there's a concern when those stories won't ever be noticed forever...it feels kinda sad.

Phew...i thought, at least I could finish something with my own strength. Just think about it as an end towards a lengthy journey, a life-changing one as a lone traveler. Most of all, it's much better than not even accomplishing anything you've started. This will be my small step that in turn will become a giant leap that drastically changes my fate towards a much better direction.

Until finally, I could live the life that I always wanted. Before that time comes, I'd like to prepare myself with the way that suits me best.

That's all of the short reflection that I wrote, thanks for reading...many more stuff will come up during the next episodes so stay tuned if you're interested.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Kurt Leibniz again, after recovering from series of sickness, first the throat infection which causes me a great deal of trouble during my mid-terms, and secondly...a Typhoid fever that made me spend about 1 week at the hospital. Putting it simply, the days of my hospitalization were really damn hellish. I hate eating hospital foods and I was kept forced to drink loads of water, taking lots of medicine and loads of other uncomfortable stuff. Most of all, lying in bed all day really gave out loads of sprains to my body, peculiarly my back.

There's many people who took turns watching me out while I'm getting hospitalized at the Tuscany Hospital, including my mom...my dad, my sis...my uncle and even Soren also joins in watching me out. Thank goodness I'm finally out and as for now I'm back to being healthy once again. Due to the hospitalization trauma, my eating habits had drastically changed. I no longer ate fried foods such as steaks and etc on a regular basis, haven't eaten those since I'm outta the healthcare building.

I still spent my time drinking a can of beer every week though, sometimes I need a those alcohol stimulants to boost my inspiration to some degree. Yep I know it's a kind of bad example towards the viewpoint of healthy living but I knew that I enjoy drinking 'em myself and I tried to keep those on moderation so don't sweat about it hahaha...

Anyways, some of the folks from the forum I joined just emailed me about his request to wrote out something about a mountain region where that place is really popular for committing suicides, here he also sent me a wiki link for a brief reference so at least I could have a background about how to write things in order to make it a bit 'realistic'. Also since he thought that I'm kinda specialized in creating fucked-up comedy moments, he also told me to write out a 'sick bastard type' comedy, or something extremely trollish, you name it.

Though in retrospect, there's something else I wanted to write besides my usual comedy stuff. Reason being about me wanting to broaden my horizons by exploring several themes and genres I haven't been getting into lately, that's also my purpose on having an experimental writing compilations in order to establish a new perspective within each chapters I finished.

Now let's get down to the story, going to be told in first person since I've grown too accustomed to it...damn, I probably need to broaden my horizons next time.



It is one of those aftermath for what we call 'A Hard Days' Work'. We walked outside our office buildings with withered faces, unable to held our feet firmly in the ground due to all the stresses we received from being glued to our chair, responding to unnecessary calls from our managers when they're just wasting their time all day trying to pick on us, meager salarymens. All of the hard work was brought upon our shoulders when those incompetent bastards who licked their bosses' ass like a dog rises up towards the higher part of this hellish food chain of torturing those below 'em.

During the times of recession like this, our once-peaceful corporate world began to show up their true colors, a time when indiscriminate corruption takes hold of their conscience, making them to be a totally hedonistic personality in addition with being filled to the brim with their egos. Filling their wallet with lots of money that's supposed to be given by us, they made us suffer even more by giving us low salaries and tons of work. But, did we even have a choice to choose the jobs that we really wanted?

That might be true for geniuses, but us people with below average abilities suffer greatly being whipped to death...work, work, work...it's always work being shoved into our heads. I can't stand it anymore...fuck them all, those disgraceful fuckers should just eat shit and die.

....

"Hey Aoki, wake up...the bar's going to close shortly."

Feeling of drowsiness envelops me as I came back to reality from a dream so realistic and unpleasant. Oh my goodness, why should this reminiscent nightmare be brought about to my world of fantasy where I'm expecting to be there in a lavish mansion surrounded by cute meidos.

"Let me sleep a bit more, Sagara. If possible, I want to skip work tomorrow."

That ugly retarded manager will be holding the meeting and all he said was trash-talks about his stupid ideas that it makes me laugh even more how he thought of himself as the smartest person in the world. I believe he got some incredibly small, rotten dick that those sluts he pay every night would be reluctant to suck it off. Hell I hope she'll bit it off until that teeny-weeny shit will come off.

"What work, Sawamura? We've been fired from our jobs just a week ago! And please don't call me by my last name, I'm sick of thinking about all that bullshit formalities on our office." he smacks the table full of anger that the bartender and some of the people here jumps in surprise, while the others just smiled because they're already accustomed to his rough attitude after being fired from his job along with me.

What the fuck? Have we been outta this hell for a week already...horray! Fuck that shit, at least we're not going to that hell again...but well since I'm still a 25 years old bachelor living an economic life in a modest apartment there's still time for me to look up for new things. But for him....

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry to call ya that way, Hiroshi."

My best buddy, Sagara Hiroshi, he's a 29 years old married man with two children, all of them were healthy and energetic boys. Though I can still just live from my remaining money and do freelance jobs all the time, or for the worst I could just go back to my parents' place in the village farmland and help them with their work, I enjoy farm work myself but that means I can't enjoy the internet and eroge games at home so I prefer staying here as a freelancer instead.

"No problem dude, we should return quickly. You wouldn't want to see yourself getting sacked to the streets for staying too long past closing time aren't ye? And I still have my family to worry about, nowadays my wife's side job is the only thing that keeps us together for this week. In addition of some money giveaway from my cousins...man I felt pathetic now." he said that while sighing towards the sky, taking out his cigar and lighter from his cloth pocket.

We walked few blocks away from that bar, there he starts getting calmer and calmer while he smokes along the way. Even though I don't smoke myself, I could tell that the brand of cigar he smokes with is made from high quality tobaccos, must be pretty expensive.

Even at this time which is already damn late...few hours past midnight, this part of town are still bustling with activity.

"You gotta chill out, man. There's always a way outta this gutter somewhere." I patted his shoulder, then I realized he has a tough and muscular build, his height was probably also around 180 cm, a lot taller than me which is only 173 cm tall, amongst the average height amongst the adult males in this area.

Responding to me patting his shoulder, he made a broad smile...which strangely seems a bit dark compared to his stiff smiles until now. To be honest I've never seen him smile like that, and looking at that expression for a prolonged time makes me feel tad depressed, so I decided to move away from his face, taking out my mobile phone to check for mails and missed calls. This might be enough of reason for him not to get suspicious of me acting distant...although he's my best buddy, this time I have no clue on how to cheer him up when he's like this. Then I suddenly jumped when he pats my head...

"I'll take note of it brah, there's always a way out eh. Thanks for your advice, Aokiji. I'll be on my way home for now and you should too, else your landlady will get mad at you for being such a drunk snob."

When was the last time I've been called by my real name instead of my timid nickname Aoki? Nobody ever calls me that, even my parents which gave me this strong-sounding name, they always called me 'Aoki' too.

Well I guess it's time to go home.

Turning my back around, Hiroshi wasn't there anymore. He probably have gone to her own apartment, which has about the same size as me...but that apartment was much different than mine, the last time I visited. With his wife and two kids living, it must be cramped like hell with lots of boxes stacked around...in addition, this apartment were pretty rundown and it doesn't seem like they're having a noteworthy life...those kids were really skinny and lifeless...they seem to be pretty energetic like someone who's thoroughly anticipating their own forthcoming death.

I don't know exactly how much hardships that family has been through. And I'm not good at being close with people, that's probably the reason I've been downsized to a low position after being placed as the project leader of a creative team for this company. Those buffons are slow and all these product ideas were mine, they just stole them all without paying credit to its original creator...now I'm just an object for their everyday ridicule. How a graduate from an Elite University with good grades ended up being a jobless bum, after few years of being positioned in hell as a lowly salarymen?

Getting absorbed in my thought while walking throughout this bustling street onto a more secluded part of town, a residential area filled with towering apartments. Cars were still going through here about but the volume is pretty much detered compared to where I've been to before.

After all the long walk all the way from the bar, I've arrived fully exhausted at the front of my own apartment complex. It probably took about half an hour or more of walking all the way through since at this hour no buses were on. It only took about 5 minutes between these two areas I walked with many stops along the way.

Oh yeah, I haven't brought any food for the remainder of the night and for the quick meal when I just woke up...so I hurried towards the convenience store located few blocks from my apartment and bought two cups of ramen, my mom already sent me some meat fillet from their farm and it's really delicious, I also got a whole sack of rice from them...so yeah it's just my excuse to eat instant foods because I'm too lazy to cook while I'm feeling asleep.

Since the cups are cheap enough, the only matters for me to survive are about paying the monthly rent...thank goodness I don't owe the landlady any deficits so far.

Well then, since I already bought the ramen it's time to go back to my apartment....

"Aoki! Where have you been all this time...you got me worried sick..."

To tell you the truth, the reason I don't want to meet up with her at this moment wasn't because she will scold me for being tardy. I'd be happy if she ever shows that caring attitude towards me.

I hate being seen because I had special feelings for her, and I don't want her to see me in such a pathetic state like this, being half-drunk and withered like a big loser who just asks to be ridiculed by the entire society...a failure in life.

"Reiko..." in all my desperation, I accidentally muttered out her first name when I'm supposed to call her Ms. Arashiyama like I always do.

"When was the last time you call me by that name, Aoki? You never seem to open up to me even while we're still in high school and university...I'm so happy that you finally call my first name..."

We're actually close friends, since the first year of high school until our senior year I've always been at the same class as her. She's always been the class rep who were always looking after me since I'm some kind of problem child, not because of my bad grades...they were a bit above average actually. But it's because I'm...being frequently bullied by the female sophomore and seniors...they forced me to crossdress as a goth loli many times.

That madness ends while I'm on my sophomore and senior year, though that incident while I'm still on my first year when she had to defend me from our seniors...it makes her view me as someone she had to protect, just like a little (sister) brother.

"In any case, what made you so worried...it won't be just because I went home late these few days right? I've done it many times before when I had overnight shifts..."

"Why don't you tell me that you've been fired from your job, you dummy! I won't ask you for this month's rent if you only had mentioned earlier...here, let me give them back..."

Wait a second, how did she know about this?

"H-how did you hear all of that..."

"Hiroshi phoned me about half an hour ago, I'm also really worried about him...that kind of tone of him were really lifeless...what on earth has happened to him? We should probably check on his family tomorrow, I have a bad feeling about this."

Damn it...if my feeling was right...no, it couldn't be. He's not that stupid to do anything so foolish like that, he'll be fine...he will definitely be fine by tomorrow, smiling like usual while smoking on his classy cigar.

"Reiko, I'll be going to his apartment right now---"

Hah, it seems I can't shake off this uneasy feeling I had in mind. That guy was always acting reckless, but when I look at Reiko now...

"No, it's already too late for now, we should be back on our respective rooms. I felt a really grim vibe floating around our surroundings...I don't know what will happen if you leave me on this moment...please don't go...Aoi-chan.."

Don't...I hate when you call me by that name. It makes me remember the awful moment when those seniors dressed me up in that absurdly cute outfit in addition of giving me a beautiful blonde wig atop my head, calling me cute on top of that. My manly heart couldn't bear it...I don't want to have a heart like a maiden but deep inside I kind of longed for that kind of appreciation it drives me crazy...

"Okay then...I'll stay, if you promise cook me a delicious meal."

"Alright, yay!"



"How the hell did I wind up in her own room like this?" umm, I'm surprised how she suddenly acts so bold to brought me in her apartment room, with the reason being my room looks really nasty to her, for me to spend the night. I'm currently sitting on the living room's sofa with my dirty office clothes, hanging my dusty jacket on the door hanger...

"Wait a moment, Aoi-chan...I'm going to prepare a bath and some change of clothes for you."

Reiko, please stop calling me by that name. I start becoming suspicious when she keeps calling me that, and change of clothes...did she have a set of male clothing? That doesn't seem right. This is weird...damn, I left all of my remaining clothes in the laundry!

"The bath is ready...ah, perfect. It seems you've grown your hair long, it looks so silky and smooth...that ponytail when you tied back your hair..."

"I'm going in..." I don't want her to finish that sentence saying I don't look like a guy at all when I took off my office clothing

Few moments later, I went out.

"I'm not going to wear those clothes, and I'll take the bath later. Meanwhile I'll just sleep in the sofa in this outfit...I'm going to take all my clothing from the laundry tomorrow so no thanks. " what the hell are you doing, putting some female pajamas in addition of bra and panties in the hanger...and you didn't even include the skirts...no I don't mean that I also want to wear the skirts.

How did she knew my exact size really? That clothing even though is for girls...it is a perfect fit. Damn I had to clear my thought of all this crossdressing madness!

"Bummer...oh well, take your time. I'll be going to the kitchen, making you some food in case you're hungry." she skips around playfully just like anticipating something fun, I had a bad feeling about this.

"Ah yes please, I would like some of your special omu rice."

I tasted her omu rice before when she gives me a bento while we're still in high school, it's surprisingly delicious although it wasn't neatly organized, lots of food were still scattered around the rice. Soon after I became really addicted to it to the point I want her to make bento for me everyday...she really likes doing that stuff for me. Cafeteria foods doesn't hold a candle to her skillful cooking.

Even though Reiko's very cute, smart, and has many amazing talents, I wonder why there were no guys close to her? I just recently discovered this while I'm close enough to be with her all day, I used to think she already had a boyfriend in my first year...that's why I resigned my wish to confess my feelings to her at that time but now as we get too close without going out...it's hard to get those feelings again. I only think of her as my best friend, nothing more than that.

But when I met her again in University we rarely have any times to be together because we took different majors. That's when I started to develop feelings for her, since I'm starting to miss her because we couldn't be together that long anymore just like in High School. And when I graduated, I didn't automatically went to this apartment when I first worked at that company in which I got fired from now. My first place was run-down and I moved a few times before finding this place which Reiko manages, just a year ago.

I can't say how much gratitude I owe her for the whole year...she really helped me out a lot and listened to all of my problems with full interest, like it's her own problem. She got me through many difficult things, I wonder how can I repay her?

"Aoki, the food's ready. Take some quick shower first before you eat, okay? At the second thought a bath won't be necessary, " she went back with some plate full of omu rice, placing it in the dining table. Along with array of eating utensils, it also had a pitcher filled to the brim with mineral water, an orange juice for me to drink...and some dressing racks with assorted sauces.

"Thanks a lot, Reiko."

"I'll be here in my bedroom, go call me if you want something...oh by the way, don't forget to knock, okay?"

"Roger."

There she went inside her bedroom, locking it by the time she shut it behind. Maybe she wants to avoid the chance of me barging inside her room while she's changing her clothes? That's pretty normal I think.

Meanwhile, before going to take a shower on the bath, my eyes were glued towards the headline of the newspaper placed on the table in front of the sofa.

'Numerous suicides occurred on Mount Akihagara near the outskirts of Tendai prefecture, based on the identities of the victim whose bodies were finally found yesterday. The forensic team estimates that the majority of victim were working men with ages ranging from 25 to 50 years old, more than half of them were married and the quarter of them were divorced.'

That really worries me about Hiroshi's whereabouts as for now, I hope he'll be safe. Meanwhile I think I'll calm myself down with a hot bath, just a shower won't be enough to lessen my anxiety.

Then I walked towards the bathroom and slowly took my clothes off, placing my whole body inside the hot tub...I began to felt something weird flowing into me...what is this? My body feel strangely hot for some reason...not because of the hot water...there's something else inside it...the feel is totally different than these given by the water.

I don't know what will happen to me but I felt my consciousness starts fading away...and the next moment, I can't remember anything happened after that. What's going on really?

I just don't understand about all this turn of events that recently happens to me. Life sure is too strange for me to comprehend it.

"Tell me exactly, Aoki. What makes you such a loner all this time? You said before that nobody in this company pays any respect to you, even in high school you've been constantly bullied and teased."

Loner eh, I wondered about that myself. People does tend to act so distant towards me and I can't seem to understand their mundane topics. But what am I to complain anyway?

"I just dislike making friends with those kinds of people, they're just a bother anyway."

Those troublesome days of high school flashes through my mind, filled with boring people seem to get on my nerves every time. Far different than the moments I came back to the Village where my family lives, they're so warm and caring, the people here were so nice too. Much different than city life, these people just won't care about anything...not even themselves.

"No, you just couldn't connect with them because you're unable to view them as equals. True we have all our strength and some of ours were much better than the rest, but all of those were useless in hands of society."

You're right about the last part, in the hands of this corrupt society led by insidiously corrupted bureaucracy and government...we're all powerless. The members of government controls the law, justice only serves as a formality to humilliate everyone who stood against the jury. Can I truly view them as equals? Does that mean I also have to become a terrible person too? I don't want that. It's better to be alone where my own true self will be preserved.

"Screw the society, my thoughts and feelings were the most important thing. Why should I give a damn about those people who becomes such a slave for the system, at least I have freedom now to do what I wanted."

This words will form my resolve on how I want to lead my life after this point on.

"You've already been 'freed' from that hellish oblivion right? Congratulations I say. Since you're still a bachelor, that freedom's in your hands. But there's no way on earth you can escape that demise once you've become a married man."

That reminds me, how's Hiroshi doing at the time like this? My conversation with some kind of imaginary entity eventually leads me towards this point of truth.

You only live once.

"Wake up...Princess, the end of your nightmarish slumber is now here."

Princess? But I'm just an unemployed bum who's used to be a mere salaryman, furthermore...I'm a hopeless guy.



"Uhhh....where am I?" I woke up in a cutely decorated bedroom with mild purplish colors, enveloped in comfy blankets and smooth pillows that gives me a really dreamy feel.

This must be a dream. I must have gotten a really bad hangover that I completely lose sense of my reality. There I saw the curtains had been raised as the sunlight heat begins to warm my body up, giving me a gentle wake-up-call for this...afternoon? This couldn't be another morning since last night I even passed out in a bathroom...hey!

Could it be that Reiko saw me naked...ah so how come did I end up here? Come to think of it, she said about not trying to barge in her room, could this be..

Stretching my hands out for a while, I pushed out the thick blanket that envelops my whole body. Come to think of it, the clothes I'm wearing feels so silky smooth, and my underwear feels much different than my usual...the leather was really damn soft, it just feels like I'm a perverted person trying to grind my cock in it. Umm...yeah I could still feel a rock-hard erection coming from...

Hey where's my pants...cold air from the air conditioner rushes in to reveal my shapely legs. Unlike most guys I don't have any body hair, something must be wrong with my hormone system. I looked down to see that the clothes I'm wearing completely covers my hips and those below it until halfway before my knees. Ah it's a long sleeved pajama who's pretty big enough to cover my whole body down...but hey, did Reiko actually felt a bit too embarrassed to change my clothes?

By the way, this clothing doesn't seem to be made for males...I mean look at this texture it seems like I'm violating a girl by grinding my skin against hers. Did she also changed my underwear too? Damn I felt so embarrassed I want to cry myself to sleep, but unfortunately I just woke up with quite a bit of energy.

Uh, were my hair always this long? No, I have a long hair but it's usually tied back up with my hairband at all times, she must have took it off. My hair had a shiny black color that feels silky and sleek to the touch, it must have grown a lot since past months as it falls downward over the length of my shoulder. And to top it off, this pajama made my curvy physique even more apparent. This could only mean one answer.

"Reiko...you! I knew it..." she's trying to bring out all my unnaturally girlish appearance by robbing all my thick clothing I used to cover my physique and letting off my hairband to keep these long hairs from swaying over by the wind because my hear tend to attract unwanted attention from by-passers when the wind blows.

I jumped out of the bed and ran towards the nearest mirror, and all that reflected in it was a goth loli girl with a long black hair. Yeah she's flat...because she's actually a guy. I've seen this reflection many times before in the past...but somehow after not seeing this girl for quite a time, a nostalgic feeling of all annoying things happened before had resurfaced again. Hahaha, the girl in the mirror blushed for no apparent reason while giggling like a little girl....what...why am I a loli girl in this mirror....

She always succeed on giving me a surprise my heart almost jumps out, damn her.

in the past, I always tried to hide my androgynous trait by tying my hair down with a masculine-looking hairband just like those long-haired cowboys did, having a preferences to dark-colored stuff, and trying get myself accustomed to talk in low-register speech so people won't even notice my natural high-pitched voice in which they can't really tell I'm a guy when I talk. That approach worked extremely well while I was in college, no one calls me a Trap except Reiko...she kept secrets fabulously that no one has ever found out I was infamously known in High School for cross-dressing.

"Good afternoon, Princess! Ahahahaha...that outfit looks really good on you..pffftt.." Reiko came out suddenly from inside the dresser, letting loose her laugh out, trying to cover her mouth with one arm while pointing at me with childlike eyes.

I had a strong urge to yell at her, but since she looks like really having fun while joking around at me. Those things can wait later, we haven't met that much while I was still busy working at that hellish company.

"Ah, shut up." that's the only comeback I could give out. She giggled with a naughty expression while forming a thumbs-up with her hand.

"But seriously, to pass out in a bathroom like that...you must be drinking too much aren't you? Leaving that matters aside, male clothing doesn't suit you at all."

Yeah right. I don't really care about my choice of clothing anyway as long it could hide my physique, and that's the reason I rejected all the invitations for beach resort by the company, getting away with it by making stupid excuses. Well, that's great since they just let me off like that.

"Hey, I wore these in order to divert unnecessary attention by the way. I'm a guy you know, and I don't want these creepy molesters to gang up on me in that case."

"That's a really sound reason. But you don't have to worry, Aoi-chan...I'll protect you from these dirty perverts if we went out together." she then skips toward the dresser again, kneeling down and peering her hands while selecting some bunch of clothes.

"H-hey...are you serious?"

She's not going to make me wear female clothing again, right?

Reiku goes back with a set of clothing, a thin leather jacket she used to wore during school trips, a medium-sized shirt and some jeans for the pants. All of those looked like a female clothing. "There you go, I'm nice enough as not to make you wore a skirt and female underwear! And I prefer casual type of clothing over the sparkling girly ones. Go take some shower already, it's getting late...we should go soon."

"Where to? I don't recall we planned for something today." giving out a shallow reply, I could see her sighing in slight disappointment.

"Hey there, aren't you the one who's been fired up on checking Hiroshi out yesterday? Now that it's currently in broad daylight we're free to go!"

Oh yeah, I did mention about going to Hiroshi's place right after I went back to the apartment really late. For a moment I thought she's against me going to check up on him at that time. She's actually thinking about my own welfare like this, seeing as I passed out so easily in the bathroom my body must be totally exhausted the day before.

"Whoa, I almost forgot about that, thanks for reminding me. By the way, why does it have to be a female clothing? You know I'm a g---"

"Yes, you'll be a girl for today. Bear it for now since I don't have any male clothing with me."

"I can go back to my place to get some...."

"Nope. I want you to look cute no matter what, now please make haste...you don't want to make a girl wait that long, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Damn it, she perfectly cuts off my words right before I'm about to finish them. Feeling a bit reluctant, I took of those clothing from her hands and walked towards the bathroom.

"To think that a loli-looking girl has such a big and meaty thing between her legs...my pussy starts getting wet all of sudden."

Did she say something? I must have imagined her saying things while I turned my back against her back. Well then, time for an afternoon shower to freshen myself up. After basking in the refreshing streams of water I awkwardly wiped my body while looking at the clothing she gave me...it looks really feminine all of sudden.

Can't make her wait long, so I put these on right away. It's surprisingly a perfect fit for me, and since she left my underwear in it...my heart feels totally relieved. At least I got still to wear male underwear this time.

Now then, I'm ready to go outside with her...in the public. If it's with her hopefully things will be alright and no one will find out that I'm actually a male...

"Ah there you are, Aoi-chan. You sure are quick when taking a shower."

"R-Reiko...."

Her appearance just now gets me awestruck with her level of attractivenes. She wore a matching leather jacket, in addition of some cute frilly clothing and a fashionable looking skirt, her appearance doesn't stand out too much but it brought out her girl power to a high level as this kind of clothing really suits her. Furthermore it doesn't show up that much skin, but those knee-socks...and large breasts are quite apparent.

"Don't worry, since I wore gym shorts underneath my skirt." she gave a salutation sign with her hands, then goes on checking up my appearance. "Just what I thought, it suits you perfectly, Aoi-chan. You look very cute even with these casual clothes, no one will figure out you're a guy. Flatboards are really moe too, no sweat."

I'm not worrying about what's underneath your skirt, but I guess your physique is just so well-endowed that my mouth starts drolling a little.

"Uh...shall we go now then Reiko?"



Hiroshi's and my place's are divided by a shopping district located in the middle, both me and Reiko took a bus trip from our neighborhood to reach the shopping district. It's a surprise that people thought about us as couple of two girls going for a leisurely trip.

After we took off from the bus Reiko turned towards me "Say, Aoi-chan. Since we haven't had lunch yet, how about grabbing some grub around here? I have some nice places in mind that you'll definitely like, to top it off...it's my treat."

So she likes calling me Aoi-chan that much, I guess it can't be helped since it will sound weird if she called me Aoki while I'm dressing up as a girl in public like this. Even though I kind of felt guilty for making a woman pay, my wallet and bank account doesn't have that much money either so I'll make do for now.

"Okay." with a small nod I followed her towards a family restaurant located nearby the bus stop. We ordered some casual rice meals with mineral water as our drinks, I'm grateful enough that the water's free so I could get a refill as much as I like. The meal's really delicious and fulfilling while the price's quite economic, I might as well try to eat here whenever I went to this district.

It's pretty hard to believe that both of us were 24-year-old adults, on the outside people might think of us as a pair of high-school girls. Even the waitress thought of that too, I guess it's the magic of youthful looks.

After we finished our meals, which Reiko surprisingly had finished her meal first, we've exchanged small talks about things happening lately...we'd best not to make things too serious like talking about work and stuff since it's really stressful considering I just got fired recently. We stick to a more light topic such as what movies or TV shows we're watching lately, we're pretty much engrossed in our talks that quite some time had passed.

"My, you two are such a lively bunch of young ladies." a middle aged woman wearing an apron comes to our seat bringing a tray with two bowls of ice cream in it. One of them has assorted toppings in it beside the original flavor of vanilla and strawberry mix, on the pile of ice cream there's quite a number of varied treats like cherry, gummy candies, and other sweet stuff...even a small piece from a strawberry coated rum cake is here too. I reckon many girls will love this stuff.

The other one has some brownish color in it, probably a mocha-cappuccino flavor with some cookies and raisins in it with a bunch of chocolate bars in, I reckon this woman already knows that I'm a guy after all, since this one tastes kinda masculine...

"Ah owner, good afternoon. I'll take this one." she reaches out to the mocha ice cream and starts nibbling it slowly and gently.

"Whoa, are you coming in with you friend today Rei-chan?" the owner, in which Reiko was referring two, eyes me with full of interest, scrutinizing me from head to toe...then she stopped her gaze at one point, my chest area "Is she even legal? She's a bit tall for a girl that age though."

Reiko abruptly stops eating her ice cream "You're so silly, owner. This is Aoki...the one I told earlier, how's his new appearance...it definitely suits him don't you think?" she puffs out her chest in pride like bragging the greatness of her own handiwork to others.

"But you said before that Aoki's a boy..."

"Yes, you're right. Did you find it really hard to believe, owner?"

The owner just giggled at her childish behavior and just play along with it by quickly nodding at her words. "Uhuh...I guess you won this time, well the ice cream's going to melt if you don't finish it soon...you too, Aoi-chan." she added a bit of cutesy emphasis while saying my nickname that makes me blush a little, before she went back towards the back area of the restaurant.

Just like our previous meal, she swallowed down the large bowl of ice cream in a matter of few minutes while I'm still halfway. I've never seen this side of her while we're both still in high school, to think that a girl like her is a heavy eater...it seems cute for some unknown reason. Probably because it shows her carefree side, which gives me a relaxed feeling by just watching her act with her own free will.

Yeah, she seems so free just like a bird with powerful wings, able to fly everywhere she wanted without any restraints. Once when I was being held up in this hellish company, it's a painful thing comparing my life with hers. But then I realized each of us had our own responsibilities, and it's just me who haven't found his own path while she already did at one point I didn't even notice.

"What's the matter, Aoi-chan? You look kinda gloomy now, could it be that you're worried that something might happen to Hiroshi?" when she made those kind of persuasive inquiry I had no other choice but to blurt out everything I had in mind.

"Yeah. We seem to be diverting ourselves from that important topic, if anything were to happen to him...I'll be one at fault...he's being fired because he's covering me up for all my mistakes this time...the higher-ups weren't happy with him supporting a liability like me. He's an excellent worker unlike---"

"Stop it, say no further. A delicate girl like you shouldn't worry about this things...let's go shopping for a bit shall we?"

"But!"

"Hiroshi already texted me, he and his family are currently on their trip to their family's house. He'll be helping out his father-in-law on managing the convenience store, also he told me to give his best regards...'nice to work with you these past 3 years'...that's what he said."

You're a terrible liar, Reiko. I know from your awkward moment of speech that what you said aren't true at all, your lips stuttered as you spoke and you raised your voice without even realizing it. That also attracts unwanted attention from other customers to us too.

"Okay I believe in you." as I said that with a calm tone, she exhales in relief. Though it's not my intention to take her words for granted at all, in fact I want to corner her into revealing the whole truth.

"But at least I want to clarify some things by going to his place, the landlady should know about where he went to since I'm planning to visit my best partner's family someday." with this saying, she backs out in fright just like what I've expected.

"Kuh...!"

It seems my guess were spot-on. And I don't really like the commotion we caused at this place. I'd better hurry up I guess, since she's definitely trying to came up between me and him as best friends. That means the person I adore all this time aren't that trustworthy at all..

"You don't have to bother, Reiko. I'll go alone if I have to."

Why...why don't you try to stop me at all? Instead you just froze in place just like a thief caught red-handed, what kind of things are you hiding from me really? Isn't it quite easy just to tell me about what happened, if in any case Sagara Hiroshi is actually dead as for now...it won't be that hard to tell me honestly, am I right? Since she's just like a casual acquaintance to you....

"Wait, I'll tell you everything. Just please turn your body around..." I did as she said and she suddenly rushes out and tightly embraces me with her slender arms.

He's at Akihagara, she said.

This part is probably the kind of story that you didn't want to hear, I think there might be more people concerned about Hiroshi's whereabouts on how did he ended up in Akihagara, the infamous place for suicidal attempts. To my surprise, I've gone through a lot of things and finally found out that all this was just a prank set up to commemorate my birthday which I tend to forgot.

Hiroshi was still alive, though the fact that both of us were fired still stands. Even if he's still alive there's a doubt that we'll meet up again as often as nowadays, he and his family will be moving forward to Nagasaki...visiting his father-in-law's place where they lived in peace. He's going to help out in the stores, with a set wage paid, in addition of a spacious house where they will be treated kindly by the entire household. That part which Reiko said before is true, in addition of Hiroshi going on at Akihagara.

But he didn't came here for attempting suicide. He just want to contemplate about a saying...you only live once

Basking in the deathly atmosphere of Akihagara, he finally reaches his own enlightenment...coming back towards the house with his entire family; his wife and kids crying like never before when their father returned. I myself, awaited with Reiko at his house until Hiroshi came back at sunset. The birthday party was nothing special, Hiroshi just inquired that it's my birthday now and we just doing some usual stuff like singing the Happy Birthday song whatsoever. Even though the party itself was pretty modest in addition of being hastily arranged, it's really fun and exhilarating.

Okay disregard that, I actually didn't even know if this was set up or not. But it feels like he's been making fun of me for this foolery.

Well, to tell you the truth...I also want to tell you the stories about how we all did end up here altogether, but I can't seem to find the words to express it. Yeah I'm talking about all of the things we've been through in these past few years of course. Now I wanna get onto the upcoming things, let's just say we spend a lot of time together for the whole week. And then we escorted Hiroshi and his family to the airport for their trip to Nagasaki.

Now it's just me and Reiko together in this place, what I'm going to do now that I'm jobless? Should I went back to find another job....NOT!

Who cares about what's going to happen huh, I think I'll just be a NEET for now and enjoy everything that comes thereafter with my own pace, as the saying goss...you only live once. I still have this reliable class president with me anyway, she's not really a class rep anymore but she'll always be...deep in my heart, as someone who's able to protect me and set me straight.



Well Kurt, that's quite a lame way to end this story, and so I said that to myself. Probably kind of making excuses as trying something new aside from the usual intensified continuation before jumping over to this ending. Speaking of which, there were many ideas contained within it that I wanted to adapt into one of my upcoming series, which unfortunately might take a long time to finish because of my laziness on finishing my current ones.

As well as the other entries contained within this idea-dump stories, it kind of gives me inspiration to write on the other ones. The stories written weren't meant to be perfect at the least, most of the time it's meant to be highly flawed and illogical, so I could wickedly experiment on stuff, adding up things on here and there, patching up jumbled-up thoughts running wildly, something like that. I don't know what actually makes some of you guys to go on reading this scrapbook, that is, if there's anyone reading it until this point.

I myself enjoyed writing it because its a form of free writing without many limitations, aside from occasional strong criticisms of course, but I'll try not to pay too many thoughts about that since I didn't considered myself as someone utterly serious about writing, lest the one who's being the readers' favorite, oh on the contrary the readers might hate me instead for writing this weird disorganized stuffs hahaha. At the very least I will try to take a heed into it, which results in me trying for a more serious approach towards storywriting.

But in the end, it all didn't work out pretty well since I prefer things to be relaxed and easy to muster of, even though it will definitely be full of flaws, but all that matters is, that I really enjoyed working on it even if it will eventually turn out to be a mediocre piece, or even some terribly bad ones. It's not like I didn't take those many advices that came to me, I'm just a bit slow when it comes to improving myself, and it's better if I let the my nature itself takes its course.

Enough for all this personal writings for now. Here's some things that made me inspired to write these stories which includes the Traps, I recently discovered a site that scanlate and translate many trap mangas based on the information I've got from the buddies I knew online. I particularly got into it when I first started downloading some of the one-shot stories, pretty enjoyable read I say. The next moment I found myself starting to browse through their translated scanlations, downloading most of their releases...some of the works posted here also made me read those stuff over and over, many times.

That does it on how it came to me, I don't know why I tend to like it...it's just that I find these kinds of stories to be quite enjoyable, many of those were easy to catch on to, in addition of having mostly relaxed kind of stories. Some of these had outstanding artwork and refreshing fanservices that inspires me to get through this daily life, carving down a deep smile within me as I flipped through the pages while reading on my comic-reader software.

As for how I'm going to truly end this Episode, here's a game that I've been playing up 'til now. That game is probably the description on how I probably felt in life up 'til now, like kicking dead babies somewhere in the street, beating the crap of random people that has ridiculous spugface yeah I mean it. Those fucking damn circlejerk fags that likes to troll people around all day long, now would be facing predicament by the raining nailguns you motherfuckers.



Basically, you play as the hero named Zero to Nothing. He's basically a slowpoke bum who wishes to spend the whole day by doing nothing at all, being a total nihilist when it comes to many things....I don't give a flying shit about that, though I might do that in your face you furball...that's what he said.

The game has a lot of profanity in addition of lulzy rubbernecking by the protagonist every time some bunch of crazy folks tried storming in his humble abode, one of them gets magically anal-raped, when the others got their testicles inverted with their genitals shoved between it.

Also, the game.

You can do a lot of fun things such as working in the butchery which sells the meat of dead babies, the level of detail graphically featured in the game was really astounding. Hell, you can even see the details of their innards after you harshly cut off their skins, blood splashing over and over again. Ah the protagonist's head must feel like a dynamite machine waiting to explode in awesomeness as he wallow in depravity of mutilating the flesh and splattering the blood of innocent babies, I wonder how the heck did the owner got all these tiny creatures.

"If you ask me, many of those were born in the toilet, so does it defy science that some babies had came forth from the very ass? It makes me wonder too if the copulation results from a nasty anal sex involving lots of enema."

That's what the owner said, but why the heck does he went to gather all of those babies in toilet?

"At first I saw the baby crying, and I absolutely love the sound of crying babies. There I figure out, I had that soundproofed spacious room on what's supposed to be my garage. Now that my factory's all broke up and shit due to the parents of these disgraceful ingrates, I will enjoy myself to the fullest tearing those little cretins apart bwahahahahaha..."

Okay now this is getting pretty sick...and interesting. Now after you endured the urge to vomit from the grotesque graphics, or even enduring your desire to fap because you enjoy pleasuring yourself to the disturbing pictures of naked muscular men....what is it again? Oh yeah, after accomplishing that nasty butchery work there you can finally have access to the weapons store located in the garage behind the butchery. There's some lady wearing a skimpy apron in addition of a strap-on-dildo over her clothing at all occasions.

You can go ahead and nail her, with a nailgun shooting out of course. Oddly enough she's the only character not to die from all your shooting and stuff, even the butcher would die eventually even though it might take a long time to do so...but that leaves you with shortage of missions unable to be solved. If you're asking me how did I managed to find all the time to test the game mechanics, not really...I only tried it on some handful of people after initiating the one-shot kill cheat just to test it out.

Been halfway through playing this game and I honestly said this game is really great for reducing your stress level especially after working on all these shitload of assignments by myself without anyone caring enough to help ya. I become grateful enough when there's a mission when Zero to Nothing has to set an University on fire. Well I kinda laughed at the end of that mission when the Dean has to warm his butt down when his asshole has been impaled by a torch, that was a really funny ending scene. Though it may be offensive, there's a disclaimer at the beginning.

"If you don't like this game, go fuck off and try a better one. if you ever buy this out of curiosity, then you're fucking retarded. Smart people always pirate the games first and they will only buy it out of pure love, or for the sake of collecting."

Pretty much sums it up why this game is absolutely "loved" by many, it offers the kind of satirical reference about our current reality that's brutally honest and inspiring. Can't really express it in detail about how Zero to Nothing came up to his ridiculously cruel upbringing, because it might ruin the epicness of the story...spoilers are truly evil, possibly more evil than the whole game itself. On some aspect it might seem tad ridiculous and illogical, but on the other side there's always a heart-warming moment beside it...a true masterpiece of all artistic attempts.

Yeah there will always be haters out there, but it seems the game developers doesn't really give a fuck about it. They once said 'giving too much heed towards people who can't appreciate it', definitely means that they're paying a huge disrespect towards those who loved their games'. So they will basically listen to those who loved them and keep motivating them into making honest games, while those unable to comprehend it...so many middle fingers had been raised...hilarity ensues.

"Man, those redneck criticisms is not really important so don't let yourself down too much, unless you're planning to make a truly mainstream story that everyone would like. Remember these were only subjective opinions. How can you call yourself an artist if you're afraid to send a message from your heart, even if many people would hate it? Seriously there's no more place for honesty in this world, that's why we can't have nice things anymore, other than load of bullshit craps filled with shit and STDs."

This is the dialogue spoken by Zero to Nothing in the most controversial mission on the game, titled 'The Way of the Artist'. The game developer addressed a jargon about 'Criticism and Appraisal Being Overrated' and the main focus of how an artist should be doing 'Sending A Honest Message from the Heart' was truly forgotten. On this mission it's depicted that many artists doesn't try to be original anymore, they just want a highly positive appraisal about their work, trying their best to enter their 'so-called masterpiece' to every renowned museum and art galleries they could find.

Then on the mission, Zero to Nothing has to plant bombs on various museums throughout the city, without a set time limit. On the ending it's depicted that many of these wannabe peoples had attempted suicide due to this predicament. Guess what? The same artist who's been given some encouragement by the protagonist also killed himself!

"I guess it's no use after all. Those who were honest will all wither and die, I probably should start sucking cocks if I wanted to be a successful man, yeah that's a great idea." after saying that line, Zero to Nothing came inside the artist's apartment room, and set a wildfire on it. Leaving the whole apartment complex in disarray.

The message itself was truly a bit of sarcastic since the game developer along with the entire staff was once quite open towards the criticism itself. But now they said they're not going to pay much thought anymore because of 'lack of good criticism', so many people complain about 'game being utterly crap and ridiculous' but paid no sound ideas on how to improve it.

"We're all just insecure faggots, that's why we made this game in order to make fun ourselves and all of our depravity. If you can't really take jokes please refrain yourself from hurting your sanity by buying this game. We won't partake in any bullshit marketing campaign when we're supposed to talk sweet about selling pieces of rotten crap that just came out of our assholes. So many people did otherwise, but for what? We'll eventually die someday, and after that we believe that there will be nothing more left after our death, only one shot for all of us. And that's how we came to like creating our games, it becomes the true purpose of our living, expressing ourselves as what we are. From now on until we breathe our last oxygen."

Again it kind of inspires me to do the things, the advice given was really different than many things which has been shoved down my throats on how to be successful. I've always been afraid of expressing my opinions, especially if it could definitely clash upon those which differ with mine. And I'm particularly not fond of being on arguments, most of the cases it's being left out to me saying 'aye', leaving like that and paying no mind to their opinions. Guess it's me being totally stubborn and arrogant yeah hahaha...

This is Kurt Leibniz, just a nobody.