What Organization name would you give yourself, and why? And be creative, and to give you a challenge, don't put in a x. _________________________ To be honest, I've always loved to be called Caiden. It somehow has this strange ring to it that gives the name a perfect spot in the Organization.
Have a bar and name it, what would the name be? And if you could create your cocktail, what would it be named and what would be the contents? ______________ "Kill Optimism" is a great name for a bar back in Las Vegas, and plus, it has a ring to it. If I could create a cocktail, it would definetely be named "Emotionality". The contents would be half Zombie Barcardi, and the rest would probably have to do with Derailer. Maybe add some fruit punch.
Trust me baby you know I want you to, And let me slide into you please, baby. And if you're screaming, than I'm screaming too. If you want it let me bring it, let me sneak into your house tonight.
May be old, but I still cannot stop laughing. Here, have a cake. ARE YOU COMING ON TO ME?
Gawd, I have never hated them more than now. Reason why? Well, Devon, my friend, and I went to the local convinence store for energy drinks and snacks. Fortunately, we brung our boards and found a sweet curb to skate around. But hey, even more people joined us in the process. Hell, even a worker. Met some new friends and it was a wonderful day. Just one thing turned everything upside down. Security guards. Well, one security guard to be exact. And what sucked? It was an Engrish guard. He attempted so hard to speak English seeing how Devon and I were foreigners. Both the Japanese and we were laughing when he tried telling us to bugger off. Might I add that the Japanese skaters actually spoke some pretty good English? It shocked me, yet made me happy. Besides that, the security guard started getting on Devon's ass about him still skating. Not like we are going to give in to a rent-a-cop. We live for skating and nothing will stop us. But anyways, he goes over to Devon while he's just cruising and tries to hit him off. Luck fully, Devon stops before hand. The guard took his skateboard and Devon asked politely to get it back. But the guard was being really idiotic and was teasing him by asking him to please tell him his name, and he'll give back the skateboard. Might I add that Devon is very stubborn sometimes. He got sick and tired of the guard, but still controlled his anger. Until five minutes after when the guard threw the skateboard at him when he was walking away. Yes, people were making jokes and insults of him on the way out, so I wouldn't blame him blowing off some steam. But what he did next, was stupid. It hit Devon head on, and Devon fell back on his butt. Nothing real bad, right? Wrong. It was like he was knocked back and skidded a bit because he was walking backwards. Devon ripped off some skin on his arms, hands and back. The guard assaulted by best friend! So, what I did next was stupid of me, but I couldn't help but do it. I dropped by skateboard on the ground along with Devon. Devon only rushed out to hold me back before the guard started to make insults. Racist ones, might I add. So, Devon let go of me and the guard got in my face. Telling me that I'm a pussy and can't take a swing. When I was about to the guard took out his night stick and shoved it in my stomach. Gawd, it hurt like hell for some reason. I held my stomach and tried my best not to punch him in the sucker. I sucked in the pain, turned around, and before I knew it, Devon was knocking the guard in the face. The guard fought back, of course, and took his skateboard. Devon pretty much won this match. Our new friend, Endo, snuck up behind the guard before he could get in his car, and snatched both our skateboards. Yes, he even took mine, and I didn't even do anything. In the end, we all walked off with a few scratches, and still began to skate at the store. Seriously, I hate guards and the authority. They go to all lengths to stop "rebellious actions"? Bullcrap. In the end, those lengths go to stealing and assualt / battery. Simply ******ed, 'nuff said. What's your take on it?
You know, whilst writing that title, I imitated a Scotish accent. But besides that, I have a picture I made a while back of Kairi, which I found funny at first. I hope you all like, and yes, there will be blood language. Ladeladela.
Yet another drawing for a friend. This time, however, I drew it by hand. Due to the fact I am fixing my scanner, this is all I could offer right now for HigherBeing. Why does this go out to HigherBeing? Because, she is my GazettE buddy. He loves Ruki as much as I love Reita. Sorry, HB, but I couldn't find a good Ruki pictures, so I drew Reita for you instead. Hope you don't mind ! Please do enjoy ! Both HB and you of KHV.N ! <33 Might I add for all of you that the black line is meant to be there. It keeps walking together, to the future in which you are !
I got bored, and thought I make a special little present for my best friend, Kiki. Or, as you as KHV know, Kitty. Well, I'm her tomcat and she's my kitty, and well, yes, we do sometimes stalk each other. ... Haha, just kidding. Or am I? WTF. Anyways, enjoy. <33 Oh yeah.
Ugh, this may be terribly random, but I thought I'd let you guys know about the sequel to my previous video hit, Kiiro's Arrival. Yes, it was a hit on my YouTube account. I got a lot of feedback in mail and on MySpace about how cute and professional the video was. ( Talking about Kiiro's Arrival. ) Well, now, after many painstaking hours of filiming many takes for just one two minute video, the final result is in for the sequel: Skyler and Kiiro 2: Skyler and Kiiro Are At It Again. Hope you guys enjoy the video ! I really hope I can get positive feedback from you guys. :3 By the way, this is what I got when I ran through my camera. This was filmed about two weeks ago at my house in Las Vegas, so no, that isn't the beach house in Okinawa. Skyler and Kiiro 2 And if you haven't seen the first video, Kiiro's Arrival.
No topic on Maximum The Hormone? Shame, they are such a widely known, great metal band. If anybody is a loyal fan or has just discovered their abilities and the band itself, what do you think of them? What would be your favorite songs? __________________________ I honestly can't find a better description for this band other than: badass. My favorite songs are actually the longest titles of the band's history. Such as Hōchō Hasami Cutter Knife Dosu Kiri, Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron Nururu Rero Rero, Akagi, Policemen Benz, and Black Yen Power G Men Spy. But what sticks out the most of the band would have to be the song, Koi no Megalover. One of their greatest hits, and a song that never gets old.
I had a deadline for this, so I had to hurry with it and try to make sound as interesting as I could. Hope you, as a community, don't mind the story and hopefully enjoy it. Heart By Heart A Short Story Written By Skyler Jorgensen Murder, suicide, and love. They all seem to turn out as the same result. All the time, it seems as a repetitive cycle of complete death. How love fits into this category is simple, because in some cases, the love turns out that the man may be cheating. As a result, the girl or boy begins to get paranoid and soon, once the news is given, it's all over. But what if that theory completly diluted from the world? What would be the result of it? Simplicity is bliss when people say: true love. The incredibly smooth music of Nujabes plays in the background with one boy, a graffiti artist, is writing down more and more of his 'art' upon a textbook. Each page after another is effort. It may seem like the rebellious shade and stencil you see upon the walls of Shibuya, but this philosophy is different. The more effort into the art, the less cops, so our boy, Caiden Itoshiki, says. The proof has yet to be exampled, due to Caiden's strong legs and incredible endurance. But lately, something stopped him from that. A girl, to be precise. Her beauty before his eyes, made everything stop. Time, his body, but his heart was beating repeatedly at the gaze of the angelic. But the sirens soon resumed the time that was regretted to exist. Unbelieveably, Caiden continously finds himself facing the same visage of the new love interest, nearly everyday. Each time, he swears he'll trade greetings, but only finds himself locked in nervous habits when he gazes upon her eyes. How she can still recognize him, beyond Caiden himself. Caiden is that child who never really looks like your local graffiti artist. Instead, your local skater rebel. The tight, faded gray jeans, the short sleeves to reveal his tan line, and not to mention, a trademark of his occupation of a graffiti artist, a chain linking from one belt hole to another. Believe it or not, if you know about the artists around Shibuya, if you see a chain, it tells people to not screw with them. Unfortunately, it never seems to work with the arrogant audience of the jealous hatred. Continously, you get spammed with yelling and thugs as they claim their areas and draw over your work. Being in Shibuya, you have to learn to keep your graffiti, and if it's written on, better be putting up your fists. Which explains the high increase in the society's criminal rate. As the Saturday morning passes by for our Caiden, the clock rings dramatically, yet softly into the plain, poster populated room. Smashing the snooze button on his clock, Caiden hopped from his bed. The textbook hitting the ground softly, yet seemingly hard. Walking out from the room, the utilities came with. A belt with graffiti cans largely placed into each hole. A similar design for construction workers, except tricked out for Caiden with studs and a black paint job. Unfortunately, Shibuya is now under it's heavily guarded protection of massive rent-a-cops. You can pass them, well, before that was. Due to the literacy rate being low for some citizens, the "rent-a-cops" are now armed fully. Any fighting graffiti artists, or any others for that matter, will probably be shot at. Not a pleasant site when there is about five of them who hate you the core of your guts. Caiden hopped from building roof to roof with only civilians noticing he was abroad the top of the fellow apartment complexes. But when he dropped to go to a nearby tunnel, something stood in his way, yet again. The girl, once again. Caiden stopped before the girl with his eyes never leaving their place. "H-Hey." Caiden began to studder, and wasn't the man for formalities most of the time. "Are y-you -- the graffiti artist from that o-one night?" The studdering wasn't indentified as terror, but more of embarrassment, from the deep crimson cloud across her cheeks. Feeling the same way as the girl, Caiden then agreed and interrogated politely. "Yeah, that's me." Chuckling whilst contining onto another sentence, Caiden began to smile for once. The girl returned the same smile instantaneously. "By the way, I never asked this before. W-what is your name?" The girl was shocked by this question, she never really contacted with boys before due to her shy personality. "Keade. K-Kaede Kanazu." That name rung a bell for Caiden. In fact, Caiden knew it from heart. The Kanazu family once came to Caiden's home in hope for some help with art for their art gallery. Being the amazingly considerate person he was, Caiden agreed and in two days, exampled his greatest work by far. Smiling of a soft smile, Caiden actually loved the name given to the daughter of the Kanazu family. It explained how artistic their family really, truly was. "It's a beautiful name." Without the blush that Kaede expressed on her complexion, it would be her turn to speak. But, in the end, she actually managed to speak before him. "What is your name?" Caiden was actually heart stricken when heard her speak in a full sentence. Her voice was soft, elegant, and just for her appearance. The appearance of a short haired girl with the black hair to represent the beauty that went with her white dress that was a bit frilly, but open with the thin straps and a few inches below the knee clothing. The pure white sandals complimented so much about the girl, it made Caiden feel clean, but a bit rugged at heart. "It's Caiden. Caiden Itoshiki." The name as well rung a bell to Keade. Which was obvious due to the fact Caiden was the one who compensated for the project of her father's art gallery. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Caiden." The silk of Kaede's skin moved slightly as she held out her hand with her smile bright, as an introduction. Holding her hand smoothly, Caiden shaked it slightly before having his hand returned back to his side. The texture of her silk hands left Caiden in a stand point of love. The same went for Kaede as Caiden's hands were perfect in texture as well. Big, but however, were smooth no matter. Could this be love at first sight? It was no doubt. Keade noticed that Caiden had his belt strapped to his side, and now was going to start a completely new conversation. "Are you going to go paint?" The blonde beauty was caught off guard once again by the elegant voice Keade had to offer. "Hopefully, but how about I come with you across the shopping center? I mean, it looks like you have some serious groceries." Kaede couldn't believe that, finally, a boy would be nice to her. She lived a life being neglected by society, but finally, someone would talk to her with such a kind tone of voice. Her heart began to continously beat of the seduction that Caiden provided her. "Sure, why not. But, what are you going to do if the cops see your belt?" Caiden simply replied by hiding the belt under abundant bushes, then wiping off some paint residue. No problem of cleaning up with his hands. Wiping off the paint with no problem, Caiden rubbed his hands under a small fountain nearby before nodding to Kaede. "No problem at all, Keade." So Caiden said, his heart still repeatedly beating and beating with each anticipation of the future with Kaede ringing within his consciousness. "Thank you, once again, Caiden." Hearing her voice sent his heart to warm up extraordinarily rapidly. The connection between them was becoming connected already with every moment they glanced within each other eyes, thought of each other, and even spoke to each other. The afternoon passed by rather quickly with picking flowers and not only that, but picking up the elegant groceries that were unusual to Caiden's taste. But from Kaede's thin lips and perfect voice, the food she cooked sounded great in all ways. No matter the look on things with ingredients, all food that Kaede explained sounded delicious. But the day ended with the sun setting, and the two bidding adieu. The two facing each other face to face, Caiden and Kaede faced each other with bright smiles before waving off to each other. Both doors of each house shut as the parents talked over to them with usual greetings to welcome them home. But something changed within every night they were in each other's bedrooms. None of them were physically in each other's bedrooms, but it felt as if the presence was in each and every room. Their hearts beating every morning and every night thinking of each other. The days passed by on and on with the soon-to-be couple alays chatting and conversing about their lifes and their problems. Always fixing them. Everything came to a great moment, but one thing got in the way of that, Kaede's father. Always, her father would object to the thought of being with such a rebel. But each time, Caiden would be there to protect her and help her through those situations. And all situations, at that. Caiden would be there any time, and any place, under any circumstances for Kaede. As Kaede was for Caiden. Through those hard times of his parents fighting, and even through the depressed moments where Caiden thought that his parents would kill each other, Kaede was always there for Caiden. Holding him in her arms, crying with him. They always shared their expressions. Incredibly, their relationship was meant to be. Their hearts were meant to be connected, their lips were meant to be brushed upon each others. And now is the moment, where all of that philosophy, finally comes together in fireworks ever so gorgeous. The day of the "festival" between Kaede and Caiden's friends was the hopeful day of their relationship to begin. Hopefully, everything will come to its vespertine kiss. The beach was empty, except for the party that was occupping every with the ocean to the sand, for their pleasure of having the best of entertainment of their love. Fortunately, the only love upon the beach was everyone's fun, and the black and blonde hearts upon the tan. Nightly ringing of yells of fun and laughing, the sand was echoing the footsteps of the teenagers. Each one of them were enjoying every second of the fireworks to the games, and even the meals they shared. It was as if the perfect group of all the aging of the young finally joined for the perfect moment. THe perfect moment of Caiden and Kaede to reunite their feelings. The feelings hidden within their minds, bodies, souls, and hearts for a month. It may seem short, but their hearts are ready to burst with the love thast surely was going to make the angels jealous. Due to the angels unwilling acknowledgement of the perfect relationship. Nothing could ever get in the way of this ever forever couple. Whilst the party settled down for more fireworks with drinks of soda and water, the two ran off for a while to head over to the bathrooms, but found themselves somewhere else. Upon the small lake near the grass of the gleaming moon, the two sat under a short, cherry blossom tree. The two finally started to converse through the nervous gleaming of the beautiful vision of the moon. "Hey, Keade, it sure has been a ride to get where we are." "Sure has been. But somehow, I feel as if the ride we took, was worth it all." Could this be the one line to start it all? Caiden blushed through Keade's sweet words of their life together. "I feel the same way. But I feel as if, this ride, was the certain point in my life, which changed it all. The ride of what I truly have hidden, the feeling I never thought would be unlocked. But ... they have been." Keade was ready to say something before Caiden began to cry slightly. "Caiden ..." Was all she could manage before Caiden began to talk again. "Keade, I feel like this ride was the only thing I needed to finally get away from my cans of paint, and my hidden life of rebellism. You, Keade, were the ride of my life, that led to my feelings. And one feeling finally was unlocked greatly from all of those -- love." The ever so sudden rain began to pour through the now abundant, yet invisible clouds hovering over them. Rain pouring upon their hair, their clothing, but it didn't matter. The gazing between each other's purple and green eyes set off enough to just keep them from moving. "Caiden, are you saying --" Caiden didn't mean to interupt, but he never really interuptted once Keade was shocked by her theory. She knew what Caiden was about to say, but she was unsure, due to the fact she hasn't been through these experiences. The same always went for Caiden as well. Never, have they both conversed with the opposite sex without tribulations standing in the way. "Keade, I love you." And through that crystal clear rain, the rain that made their hearts wet of their passion for each other. Sent their cheeks to inflame of pure, and great pink shading. Within this moment, Keade curled up her legs, and Caiden spred his out partially, as Keade whispered. "I love you, too." Caiden's hands slightly, but softly, touched upon the ever so silk cheeks of Keade. It would leave Caiden speechless, and not only that would leave him without speech, but the fact that Keade loved him back. That they actually became lovers like this, that they actually became friends like this and had no problem. Keade and Caiden both shut their eyes with the tears shedding, and their lips, meeting lovingly upon each others. The thin, pink lips connected with each other, as all their hearts and lifes did. This was the decision in the stand point of their lifes, that marked that no matter what, they would be with each other -- forever. The lips never seperated, always staying together in passionality unlike that of their own comprehension. Finally, the two that were short known by others, but truly in each other's heads and hearts, finally intertwined their love. Connection of what was the pure object of reality, the feeling of true, deep love, was finally realized to the two humans that never knew what it felt like. Until, their meeting of formalities, until everything that they had to do with each other. Not until then, did they both ever know what everyone else felt. Residing, living, combined, was their love. And let it always stay within the existence of the both of their connected hearts, forever.
If you could have a story in any genre, what would you name it, and what would the story be? Yes, this is a random thought, but I thought it would work out. And you can have more than one post and more than one story. ___________________ If I could have a story in the mystery / action genre, I would name it Seductive Miscalculation. A story of a failed project put into the handed of your everyday business hands, the problem is that this boy knows everything before hand thanks to his professor. But his professor is murdered in the process of telling him one of the greatest secrets. The secret that the boy isn't all but a project, but more of a entity of miscalculated information and data put onto this dimension to ruin the dimension in hopes to return to his own. And now, knowing that the business is corrupting him, the "project" goes against them, but has yet another problem. In fact, two problems: the girl he meets, and the berserk habit he has. If I could have a story in the romance genre, I would name it The Eight Digits Repeat 'Vespertine'. The story would be about a girl who lost her life in the mysteries of love. Never being in a relationship, she looks to friends on advice nearly all the time during class and kendo club. Getting at least enough advice, the girl dedicates her life to not getting a relationship, but trying to understand one. Right on the time when she wants to realize the secret, a boy stumbles right into her life. An employee at a cafe named Cliche Pink. There's one problem with meeting this boy, if she was to fall in love with him, she would have to die the same time as him. No matter what. Last but not least, if I were to have a story in the horror / romance series, I would name it Assasinate My Cessation. It's pretty blunt in the title itself. A girl who is banned to ever die, somehow gets the sadistic habit to kill people herself. And in the process of this all, she kills her principal, a rapist, two girls who rejected guys like they were toys, and a serial killer. She may be doing it for the good, but something tracks her down. A source of what true killing is. A seemingly innocent boy has no links to killing, neither has he ever been suspected of one. But to be honest, every murder in the city is nearly connected to him. Even if it was his own doing or he planned it. Now, the two find themselves at each other's neck with not knives. But soon, lips.
This is a rant sort of similar to Shades', I know, but his rant inspired this rant. I still can't get it off my mind. Alright, so, I roleplay on this website PlayAnime with a couple of friends over the Internet and both in real life, and we all are literate roleplayers who love some good paragraphs. Problem is, well, we have these stale roleplayers who simply put in a simple sentence or don't even know how to gramatically organize a sentence or spell at that. Examples being: "she moved over to the door" or "*see wlked ovr to teh dor*". That's not roleplaying, that's stupidity. And some of them like to piss the s**t out of us and simply ask to be in the roleplay and then they complain and moan about how we said they couldn't be in it for being literate when they say they have been roleplaying for years. First of all, literate roleplayers aren't ones that can read and have been doing it for years. Doesn't matter. Not to sound mean or like a jerk, but literate roleplayers are the ones who ... kind of ... what sentence am I looking for? Oh yes! Ones that can actually make their posts look like something excerpted from a book. And a really detailed book, at that. Which is hard to come by on this website, which ticks me off sometimes how low these people are. They can't spell, and they make themselves look like pricks by b***hing and complaining about something over the Internet. It's not like it's their life. I also despise how people use emotions during the post when it isn't really needed. When it's needed is when they are trying to explain an expression. Such as "Hazuki appeared to have much of a ">:3" expression upon her tan, elegant visage." Seriously. Luck fully, people on this website really know how to roleplay, and not only that, but give great critque on an idea, story, etc. What would be your take on, KHV?
Well, it's Skyler here for an update on the KHV.N Podcast. For the first episode, we hope to have people ask us questions on this topic for the first episode you know. We'll introduce ourselves and answer questions the best we can. This may be like Question Time, but seriously, we really want to make this podcast interesting. Let's hope you here on KHV can enourage this podcast, and wish us the best of luck ! <33
Clarvoyant of Violet Blood Written by Skyler Jorgensen It echoes through the vintage screen doors. The shadow of the demon who forbidden himself through stabs of consistent darkness. Running, the footsteps of the demon catching up to me. I hear the growls, the hungry calls for the prey of flesh. The thought quickly ran through my head, as I watched the rugged, deformed being catch up. The decisions of life were quickly coming to memorization. With this next thought, I would probably commit something too deviously reckless. "I shall kill this stranger." I could literally hear the drums of succession leading onto my silouette. Hiding from this being, what would I do when I am so helpless? Fight, reckless enough to get me killed. But standing here and waiting for him to turn the corner is enough to get me killed as well. I could see the images through the "third eye", everything coming to a cessation of existence. Not now, not now will I decease. The reaction which debated my life, was the only one that only made my death wish, grow longer. The yells ringed, as I escaped from my hiding place. A sword in hand, and a mind waiting to extinguish by this ever so foolish remark of motion. Black silence, panting was an extremity. While my eyes opened with minimized pupils, I saw everything. Everything of my life changing, as I viewed the sword, lodged within the demon's scalp. "What have I done? I know what, future suicide." The remark which escaped my lips, was one I hoped to forget. But that wish could never be graced, I know that much already. Finding out their comrade is dead, this only left one consequence, death. Crimson upon the walls, the distorted art of the ending of one's story. The sensation somehow, unexpectingly, creeped up my spine. This created something, a feeling I was afraid of. But somehow, everything just felt so fascinating about just simply killing someone. Evil, corrupted, this laugh of happiness was creating such a relief. Is it wrong to feel so great about murders? In my opinion, this feels like it's your everyday fun. Except the thing was, it never got boring. I could imagine what it would be to portray a mass killer, just continously, constantly deceasing of the others. But something rang in my mind when this all came to realization, "Why do I feel so good?"
Alright, so, I saw a sig of someone here on KHV, of Terra being offed around by Zack. Well, this leaves off to a instant theory I just sparked. One I know a bunch of you already concluded by now, but whatever. You see, it would be interesting if they told us Terra had some relation to Zack before they unleashed the game. If that was told then, you know what new world would be bestowed before us when we get the chance to play BBS? We'd probably get a FF7 world, not just your everyday Hollow Bastion where all the FF characters reside, but straight out FF7. Midgar, SOLDIER, motorcycles, in depth story and background. Basically, the essence of true FF7 atmosphere. What would be your take on it?
Okay, this may sound offensive to some Vegas editors on KH-Vids. So if you are easily offended, then you might as well stop here. Alright, I am an AMV creator and am friends with massively awesome AMV editors, such as my Swedish biznatch, Magnus ( Zetzu4real ). I'm always used to complex editing skills only known to the best of Adobe After Effects and Sony Vegas. The problem is, I've been far away from KHV editing videos. I remember when the good videos were the one with blending frames and stop and turn to black editing. But now, being on YouTube for too long, I used to the effects that aren't premade, where you actually have to mess around with the animation scheme to get it right. And now, looking through various videos on KHV, I've noticed that some of the croping, editing, and effects really ... aren't that creative or good at that. I mean, I encourage and appreciate your effort into making your videos, they have a good feel to it, but sometimes, I feel as if it's lacking. Like, for instance, the croping and inserting images, there;s this blunt outline that goes with the character that simply ... sucks, so to speak. And I'm always used to no borders and clean croping, so, it kind of agitated me at the moment. Then came the unoriginal stuff, which I'm not getting into. KHV editors, your videos rock, and I'm not trying to be offensive by saying the things I did. I'm just used to the people who actually give their life to this stuff and know more in depth detail in the system. I realize that maybe you don't have the time to get into that kind of stuff, but I'm trying to clarify that I don't want to be a jerk and am just simply ranting. xD And if you want a clear example of nonseizureific, detailed, professional work, then here's three of my all time favorite AMV's: Simply a thirty second battle Magnus did for a competition. By far, the greatest AMV in my experience and the best that Magnus ever did. Still can't get over how sad, yet romantic this AMV truly is. Again, for editors on KHV, you guys surely rock, just saying that maybe some new effects would be revolutionary considering the limitations given with Vegas / Premiere.
Densha Otoko, or otherwise known as Train_Man, is actually a rather popular remark on a boy named Nakano Hitori who falls in love with a beautiful girl on the train. A drunken man then enters onto the bus and starts to bother and woo some of the girls, failing miserably of course. When the man comes over to the beautiful girl whom he is in love with, he tells the man to stop doing what the man is. After a short arguement, the two talk when they depart off the train, with the girl giving Nakano her thanks. The girls asks for his address, so then, she could compensate her thanks once again. In the end, the boy recieves something in the mail fot ea cups from Hermes. Late on within the story, the boy then sucks up and goes out with the girl. Nakano then went to 2channel for advice on a date with the girl. Nakano didn't know what it was like on a date, so he would continously update on his situations. Soon after, Nakano admitted his love for the girl, with the girl reciprocating. And with that, Nakano updates on the situation on 2channel and the celebration then begins. It didn't take long before it spread over the media, and was transferred into many adaptations of media. Such as a manga and a drama. I recently just watched the drama version and thought that I would let you know how romantic and adorable this is. So, have any of you heard of this story? If you have, what is your take on it? For those who haven't, read the Wiki page and then tell what your take on it is. Please? :3
My mother's grandmother in Okinawa. She called me via some redirectional Japanese hotline, and told me that my grandfather has back surgery due to him standing up without his cane most of the time. ( Oh, and I should've cleared this up better, my grandfather's back is massively wrecked. He can hardly stand up without going "guh" or possibly hearing millions of cracks echo. ) Great, guess I'm going to Okinawa a bit early this year you guys, and it's no lie. Haha. So, as I must say now, I am departing in about four hours and will be able to keep in contact with you guys from there. I may not be able to contact that often due to friends and probably being in the hospital, but I'll try my best to get on for you guys. Just letting you know, and I hope to see you guys later !
The title pretty much speaks for itself. What animes are you currently watching ? What animes are you currently waiting to come out? For a bonus, what mangas are you currently reading / collecting ? ______________________________________ I am currently watching, by far, one of the greatest animes dilvered by Shonen Jump's line of manga, Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Not one for those type of anime and manga, but the story and comedy of it all is straight out spectacular. It's a great series. I am also currently watching Zoku Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei before it gets licensed by Geneon ( It's a Geneon type anime, trust me ). Never got to watch it due to my obsessiveness with UFO Ultramaiden. It is a great series as well, but nothing compared to Soul Eater. Oh my god, I can't stress how amazing this series is. And whoever crafted the idea for this anime, is truly a genius at heart. Two other animes that I am currently keeping my eyes on are To-Love Ru, which I find extraordinarily adorable, and Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's, by far the greatest season of Yu-Gi-Oh, ever. I am patiently waiting for The Vanishment of Haruhi Suzumiya, and Higurashi no Naku Koro ni Rei. Just started reading over Zettai Kareshi, which I was never able to read due to the fact so many people loved the series. Because of that, I thought the anime would get old and uninteresting. To my surprise, it was massively great! Another one I would be collecting is the Q-Ko series, which just got serialized here in America about a few months ago. It's a freaky, yet adorable series from the artist of FLCL.
