Post by Morph on Jul 1, 2008 13:51:39 GMT -5
Toldya I couldn't keep my hands off this kind of art form (however little artsy it may be). I would have to warn you though that if you do not like one anime getting mixed up with another, or the same for video games or movies, then I advise against reading this. I'll say it again differently:
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN CONTENT FROM VARIOUS DIFFERENT SOURCES, WHICH YOU EITHER MAY LIKE OR DISLIKE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Also,
DISCLAIMER: SOME THINGS IN THIS STORY WERE CONCEIVED BY PERSONS OTHER THAN MYSELF. CREDIT GOES TO THEM FOR THE THINGS THEY HAVE CONCEIVED. THE STORY ITSELF IS A COLLABORATIVE EFFORT BETWEEN ME AND SOME FRIENDS. ALSO, THIS STORY AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. NONE OF THEM ACTUALLY EXIST.
So, now that we've had the little bits, we can get right on to the loud proclamation of the title... *coughahumcough*
Dear Diary,
I really don’t know what I should write on your pages today, but I’ll apologize to you first for not writing for the last couple of days. You see, a lot of strange things have happened lately. Just a mere week ago, I was a normal boy in a quiet backwater town (well, more like a street with an extra house or two), and now my life is totally different. The truth is: the town has been burned down. Torched. Destroyed. Along with most people in it, including all of my blood relatives! You can imagine the guilt and the rage and the sadness I felt within my heart that day. I can still feel it.
The changes in my life did not stop there, however. The other changes were slightly better, though. When I came to after passing out once, I found myself with the other survivors near a small group of trees just outside the town. The grown-ups were arguing pretty badly. Margan even pointed his finger at me and said it was all my fault! Said I was cursed and should be put to death! I don’t want to be put to the death, it probably feels pretty bad.
I was lucky then, however. Two guys and a woman came to us then. They looked really weird. Not only were their clothes strange and looked kind of expensive, one of the guys had wings and a beak where a normal man would have his nose! And the other, he was coloured all blue and have fins! The woman did not look all that strange, though, aside from being prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen in the village.
Anyhow, one of the strangers defended me and Margan challenged him to a god’s judgment. Amaterasu in the sky, a god’s judgment! I guess he took it real heavy that his wife died in the flames. He got his butt handed to him, though. That fish guy was amazing, even though he looked pretty weak. He managed to avoid every blow, and Margan’s probably the biggest and brawniest guy in the world! Truly, that fish guy saved my life. Too bad I couldn’t thank him, though, since I can’t talk.
Oh yeah, I probably have forgot to mention that to you, I can’t talk. Lost my voice, they said.
Well then, the fish guy and the bird guy were so kind to take me with them. I probably would have ended up dead if I had stayed anyway. Margan’s a sore loser and his sense of justice is stronger than any of his other’s, including common sense.
We went to a big city up in the north, near the volcano the elders sometimes spoke of. Along the way we met up with two other guys, martial artists. The fish guy (his name is Danar, he says he’s a ‘zora’, whatever that is) thought they were suspicious, because the other villagers had mentioned that the ones who had torched the village were two demonic-looking men, one of them with purple eyes—and one of the martial artists had purple eyes. No harm was done though, as it turned out it was only a coincidence. It probably would have been better if we had found out before Danar had summoned up his flame-spewing angel horse.
Oh yeah, another thing I forgot to mention. Danar is a real monster master. He has a couple of monsters under his total control. How cool is that? I mean, one of them is a nine-headed hydra (at least, that’s what he calls it), and there’s also a wolf-man that’s really strong. Too bad Danar is a pretty weak guy himself. Not a swordsman, that’s for sure. But he has this thing called a ‘gun’ that’s pretty sweet. And oh yeah, the woman I mentioned earlier? She’s one of them monsters, too, apparently, although I don’t know how someone like her could ever be a monster.
The other guy—the one with the wings and beak—is called Alikom. He, like Danar, comes from across the sea. He used to live on an island with other bird-men (or ‘rito’ as he calls them). But he probably didn’t like it there. Why else would he leave it behind? But he’s a really awesome guy though. He can just wave his hands and make swords appear in them. Magical swords even. It’s better than in the stories my parents used to tell me. Those never had sword-wizarding bird-men in them.
Anyway, we said goodbye to the other two men shortly after we arrived in the city. Danar and Alikom had to deliver a package at some place, but they did not know where exactly. Luckily there was a big guy who looked like he was made out of rock who helped us out and pointed us in the right direction. We decided to leave right after that, and we went south again, although we took a slightly different route, so I didn’t get to see the other villagers again. We ended up in Okari, the city where we’re at now. Tomorrow we’re going to see some guy named Lays. Supposedly he was the one who gave Danar and Alikom the package and asked them to deliver it. I now wonder what was in that package…
Oh, no matter though. It’s all in the past now, just like my ordinary life. The adventure has just begun for me. I feel like I’m a bit young for this kind of life, though. I haven’t even gone through the rite of passage yet, that was supposed to happen next spring. Oh well, I might go through a rite of passage somewhere else, I suppose. Who knows what I’m going to see in the coming weeks, or even months? I doubt I’ll see something like a lung, but perhaps I’ll see a lesser kind of ryu. Well, I guess I’ll have to wait and see what happens. I have to go now, dinner is about to be served downstairs.
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN CONTENT FROM VARIOUS DIFFERENT SOURCES, WHICH YOU EITHER MAY LIKE OR DISLIKE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Also,
DISCLAIMER: SOME THINGS IN THIS STORY WERE CONCEIVED BY PERSONS OTHER THAN MYSELF. CREDIT GOES TO THEM FOR THE THINGS THEY HAVE CONCEIVED. THE STORY ITSELF IS A COLLABORATIVE EFFORT BETWEEN ME AND SOME FRIENDS. ALSO, THIS STORY AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. NONE OF THEM ACTUALLY EXIST.
So, now that we've had the little bits, we can get right on to the loud proclamation of the title... *coughahumcough*
Dungholes and Dragonballs
Or: When One Fantasy Meets Another
Prologue--
Or: When One Fantasy Meets Another
Prologue--
Dear Diary,
I really don’t know what I should write on your pages today, but I’ll apologize to you first for not writing for the last couple of days. You see, a lot of strange things have happened lately. Just a mere week ago, I was a normal boy in a quiet backwater town (well, more like a street with an extra house or two), and now my life is totally different. The truth is: the town has been burned down. Torched. Destroyed. Along with most people in it, including all of my blood relatives! You can imagine the guilt and the rage and the sadness I felt within my heart that day. I can still feel it.
The changes in my life did not stop there, however. The other changes were slightly better, though. When I came to after passing out once, I found myself with the other survivors near a small group of trees just outside the town. The grown-ups were arguing pretty badly. Margan even pointed his finger at me and said it was all my fault! Said I was cursed and should be put to death! I don’t want to be put to the death, it probably feels pretty bad.
I was lucky then, however. Two guys and a woman came to us then. They looked really weird. Not only were their clothes strange and looked kind of expensive, one of the guys had wings and a beak where a normal man would have his nose! And the other, he was coloured all blue and have fins! The woman did not look all that strange, though, aside from being prettier than any woman I’ve ever seen in the village.
Anyhow, one of the strangers defended me and Margan challenged him to a god’s judgment. Amaterasu in the sky, a god’s judgment! I guess he took it real heavy that his wife died in the flames. He got his butt handed to him, though. That fish guy was amazing, even though he looked pretty weak. He managed to avoid every blow, and Margan’s probably the biggest and brawniest guy in the world! Truly, that fish guy saved my life. Too bad I couldn’t thank him, though, since I can’t talk.
Oh yeah, I probably have forgot to mention that to you, I can’t talk. Lost my voice, they said.
Well then, the fish guy and the bird guy were so kind to take me with them. I probably would have ended up dead if I had stayed anyway. Margan’s a sore loser and his sense of justice is stronger than any of his other’s, including common sense.
We went to a big city up in the north, near the volcano the elders sometimes spoke of. Along the way we met up with two other guys, martial artists. The fish guy (his name is Danar, he says he’s a ‘zora’, whatever that is) thought they were suspicious, because the other villagers had mentioned that the ones who had torched the village were two demonic-looking men, one of them with purple eyes—and one of the martial artists had purple eyes. No harm was done though, as it turned out it was only a coincidence. It probably would have been better if we had found out before Danar had summoned up his flame-spewing angel horse.
Oh yeah, another thing I forgot to mention. Danar is a real monster master. He has a couple of monsters under his total control. How cool is that? I mean, one of them is a nine-headed hydra (at least, that’s what he calls it), and there’s also a wolf-man that’s really strong. Too bad Danar is a pretty weak guy himself. Not a swordsman, that’s for sure. But he has this thing called a ‘gun’ that’s pretty sweet. And oh yeah, the woman I mentioned earlier? She’s one of them monsters, too, apparently, although I don’t know how someone like her could ever be a monster.
The other guy—the one with the wings and beak—is called Alikom. He, like Danar, comes from across the sea. He used to live on an island with other bird-men (or ‘rito’ as he calls them). But he probably didn’t like it there. Why else would he leave it behind? But he’s a really awesome guy though. He can just wave his hands and make swords appear in them. Magical swords even. It’s better than in the stories my parents used to tell me. Those never had sword-wizarding bird-men in them.
Anyway, we said goodbye to the other two men shortly after we arrived in the city. Danar and Alikom had to deliver a package at some place, but they did not know where exactly. Luckily there was a big guy who looked like he was made out of rock who helped us out and pointed us in the right direction. We decided to leave right after that, and we went south again, although we took a slightly different route, so I didn’t get to see the other villagers again. We ended up in Okari, the city where we’re at now. Tomorrow we’re going to see some guy named Lays. Supposedly he was the one who gave Danar and Alikom the package and asked them to deliver it. I now wonder what was in that package…
Oh, no matter though. It’s all in the past now, just like my ordinary life. The adventure has just begun for me. I feel like I’m a bit young for this kind of life, though. I haven’t even gone through the rite of passage yet, that was supposed to happen next spring. Oh well, I might go through a rite of passage somewhere else, I suppose. Who knows what I’m going to see in the coming weeks, or even months? I doubt I’ll see something like a lung, but perhaps I’ll see a lesser kind of ryu. Well, I guess I’ll have to wait and see what happens. I have to go now, dinner is about to be served downstairs.