The Ghost and The Teacher: A foreigner in Tokyo, working as a history teacher in a highschool class full of delinquents. Yet he is determined and resolved to make something out of them at all costs. His two favorite students are Nakao and Miyu, a boy with a long streak of street fights and a girl with a duality of innocence and lunacy, with a penchant to stab what she sees as bullies in moments of rage. So far, by luck and miracle these two could avoid repercussions. They are tough nuts to crack, but the teacher sees a lot of potential in them for whatever reason.
Meanwhile protests are occurring all over Japan. Despite small numbers of the protestors, they are extremely vocal. They are shouting for a little girl that was brutally murdered whose killer got a sentence that could be considered as a slap on the wrist. In the passing days, the ranks of the protestors grow more and the occassions start to become more violent. Amidst all of the chaos, news all over TV and internet announce
Educated (Dream Inspired Sci-fi Oneshot) by meloa789, literature
Literature
Educated (Dream Inspired Sci-fi Oneshot)
Educated
Technological progress, despite its many hiccups and unwarranted results, had always followed the same universally accepted model: If it is old and broken, throw it away and replace it with something new. Of course there were exceptions on the grounds that with good maintenance and rigorous care, even the oldest rusty engine could work wonders. But even then, it could only work so far, especially in times when it was near impossible to catch on what was the newest development. When people thought that they got the newest toy, it would be replaced with something newer at a neck breaking speed. For all of the ever-going developments, sincere progression never came and a common sentimentality was that because of all of this, people were losing touch with the essence of the past. One such person was Hideoki Hasegawa.
For him to share such a sentiment was a bit ironic though, since his credentials as one of the world's leading nanotechnology experts would pave the
Gods In-training(HL:VR But the AI is Self Aware) by meloa789, literature
Literature
Gods In-training(HL:VR But the AI is Self Aware)
He was sitting in the patio, using its windy shadow to protect himself from the blazing sun scorching above the atmosphere, drinking a glass of cold lemonade, while his son didn't have a care in the world, running with bare feet on the snow white scorching sand."Don't run that fast or you will fall over, and I won't come to your help this time" he said with a wide smile on his face, sipping from his lemonade, while the boy continued to run even faster. After a few moments, as expected by his father, the little boy would fall down on his knees. But he would not cry.With a sigh and a weak laugh, the man stood up and went to the beach to pick...
So, here we go.While views will definitely vary along the lines and there might be opposition, I think there will be people who might agree with me on the idea that after Tekken 5, the storyline took a complete dive in terms of quality and was completely sterilized of its true potential. I can hear some of you saying "Dude, it is a Tekken game, who gives a shit about whether if it has a strong story or not?" And I would say to those people "I have to respectfully disagree with you and in comparison past titles had really strong storylines and they were in coherence with the gameplay." What I'm trying to say is, the depth of Tekken 3 and 4 ...
After contemplating a lot of thoughts, these points on how the series will be concluded came to my mind. It's up to you decide on whether these can be true or not.Since Tekken 7 is stated to be the last part of the Mishima saga, and in return, filling the loopholes about the story. I decided to touch upon two issues that have significant parts within the series, yet are not touched upon mostly: the Devil Gene and the rapid progression of technology in all sorts of areas. Their presence are felt throughout the whole series, but the factors that originated them were either kept as secrets or were lost due to gameplay dominating a practically...
It was an idea that no one thought to be possible, yet alone to be manufactured into a completely functional role. But somehow it was materialized, giving birth to consequences that would affect things on a larger scale.Katona Atomworks was a well-known enterprise around the whole planet, yet it couldn't achieve the same status among the other corporate giants, due to its preferences in products and marketing. Well actually, it was those preferences in products that didn't give them any chance for a liable and strong marketing. Not only these products were extremely volatile and dangerous to be used for public purposes, but also their main...
The once bland sky was filled with translucent colors and lines, like they were out of the Heaven itself. It made a sense of divine, yet it felt somehow eerily mortal.I looked deeply and I saw what the new sky provided for my visage. Gods, monsters, heroes, constellations, luminescent iterations of cosmos, agents of modern era and monstrosities man-made by the ambitions of false visionaries.Then I looked into the depth more. The darkness, and finally the bright light.I saw the Creator. I saw the Goddess.Divine by mind and spirit, mortal by body and habit.I, the Talewriter, has so much to learn from the Paintmaster.
It was night time. A night that wouldn't leave for years to come.We didn't know when they came or where they came from. But they hit quickly, and they hit very hard. They brought the contents of their realm to ours, and that's when the sky was bloated with a gelatin layer of pitch black darkness. The blinking luminosity of countless stars and the glory of sun couldn't dawn upon the mushy soil and dry concrete of Earth. Only lights made by Man could give a slight niche for humans and animals to see and to learn.Yet the end didn't arrive immediately. There were no draught or carcasses by the lack of natural light. Again yet nobody had to mut...
Stark, harsh blue sky was becoming denser with every minute, covered with ghastly black clouds, reminiscing separate packs of small crows.The luminescent, yellow moon, close enough to be seen as a giant eye over the sky was bright enough to reflect its rays from the layers of newly frozen molten silver steps and small lakes filled with dissolved copper and bubbles of blood.Walking among the dead, snow white trees and extremely moisty bushes akin to rotten brains, the wanderer was increasing his paces to arrive in time. He was wearing a torn trench coat made of turquoise silk and dim jewelry, including gray, muddy pants and lightweight onyx...
The Ghost and The Teacher: A foreigner in Tokyo, working as a history teacher in a highschool class full of delinquents. Yet he is determined and resolved to make something out of them at all costs. His two favorite students are Nakao and Miyu, a boy with a long streak of street fights and a girl with a duality of innocence and lunacy, with a penchant to stab what she sees as bullies in moments of rage. So far, by luck and miracle these two could avoid repercussions. They are tough nuts to crack, but the teacher sees a lot of potential in them for whatever reason.
Meanwhile protests are occurring all over Japan. Despite small numbers of the protestors, they are extremely vocal. They are shouting for a little girl that was brutally murdered whose killer got a sentence that could be considered as a slap on the wrist. In the passing days, the ranks of the protestors grow more and the occassions start to become more violent. Amidst all of the chaos, news all over TV and internet announce
Educated (Dream Inspired Sci-fi Oneshot) by meloa789, literature
Literature
Educated (Dream Inspired Sci-fi Oneshot)
Educated
Technological progress, despite its many hiccups and unwarranted results, had always followed the same universally accepted model: If it is old and broken, throw it away and replace it with something new. Of course there were exceptions on the grounds that with good maintenance and rigorous care, even the oldest rusty engine could work wonders. But even then, it could only work so far, especially in times when it was near impossible to catch on what was the newest development. When people thought that they got the newest toy, it would be replaced with something newer at a neck breaking speed. For all of the ever-going developments, sincere progression never came and a common sentimentality was that because of all of this, people were losing touch with the essence of the past. One such person was Hideoki Hasegawa.
For him to share such a sentiment was a bit ironic though, since his credentials as one of the world's leading nanotechnology experts would pave the
Gods In-training(HL:VR But the AI is Self Aware) by meloa789, literature
Literature
Gods In-training(HL:VR But the AI is Self Aware)
He was sitting in the patio, using its windy shadow to protect himself from the blazing sun scorching above the atmosphere, drinking a glass of cold lemonade, while his son didn't have a care in the world, running with bare feet on the snow white scorching sand."Don't run that fast or you will fall over, and I won't come to your help this time" he said with a wide smile on his face, sipping from his lemonade, while the boy continued to run even faster. After a few moments, as expected by his father, the little boy would fall down on his knees. But he would not cry.With a sigh and a weak laugh, the man stood up and went to the beach to pick...
So, here we go.While views will definitely vary along the lines and there might be opposition, I think there will be people who might agree with me on the idea that after Tekken 5, the storyline took a complete dive in terms of quality and was completely sterilized of its true potential. I can hear some of you saying "Dude, it is a Tekken game, who gives a shit about whether if it has a strong story or not?" And I would say to those people "I have to respectfully disagree with you and in comparison past titles had really strong storylines and they were in coherence with the gameplay." What I'm trying to say is, the depth of Tekken 3 and 4 ...
After contemplating a lot of thoughts, these points on how the series will be concluded came to my mind. It's up to you decide on whether these can be true or not.Since Tekken 7 is stated to be the last part of the Mishima saga, and in return, filling the loopholes about the story. I decided to touch upon two issues that have significant parts within the series, yet are not touched upon mostly: the Devil Gene and the rapid progression of technology in all sorts of areas. Their presence are felt throughout the whole series, but the factors that originated them were either kept as secrets or were lost due to gameplay dominating a practically...
It was an idea that no one thought to be possible, yet alone to be manufactured into a completely functional role. But somehow it was materialized, giving birth to consequences that would affect things on a larger scale.Katona Atomworks was a well-known enterprise around the whole planet, yet it couldn't achieve the same status among the other corporate giants, due to its preferences in products and marketing. Well actually, it was those preferences in products that didn't give them any chance for a liable and strong marketing. Not only these products were extremely volatile and dangerous to be used for public purposes, but also their main...
The once bland sky was filled with translucent colors and lines, like they were out of the Heaven itself. It made a sense of divine, yet it felt somehow eerily mortal.I looked deeply and I saw what the new sky provided for my visage. Gods, monsters, heroes, constellations, luminescent iterations of cosmos, agents of modern era and monstrosities man-made by the ambitions of false visionaries.Then I looked into the depth more. The darkness, and finally the bright light.I saw the Creator. I saw the Goddess.Divine by mind and spirit, mortal by body and habit.I, the Talewriter, has so much to learn from the Paintmaster.
It was night time. A night that wouldn't leave for years to come.We didn't know when they came or where they came from. But they hit quickly, and they hit very hard. They brought the contents of their realm to ours, and that's when the sky was bloated with a gelatin layer of pitch black darkness. The blinking luminosity of countless stars and the glory of sun couldn't dawn upon the mushy soil and dry concrete of Earth. Only lights made by Man could give a slight niche for humans and animals to see and to learn.Yet the end didn't arrive immediately. There were no draught or carcasses by the lack of natural light. Again yet nobody had to mut...
Stark, harsh blue sky was becoming denser with every minute, covered with ghastly black clouds, reminiscing separate packs of small crows.The luminescent, yellow moon, close enough to be seen as a giant eye over the sky was bright enough to reflect its rays from the layers of newly frozen molten silver steps and small lakes filled with dissolved copper and bubbles of blood.Walking among the dead, snow white trees and extremely moisty bushes akin to rotten brains, the wanderer was increasing his paces to arrive in time. He was wearing a torn trench coat made of turquoise silk and dim jewelry, including gray, muddy pants and lightweight onyx...
... so don't worry about me.
Even if I wrote it both in my signature and profile, it would be better to write it here too.
Even if it is paid, I have to do the military service for 21 days, so I will likely return to my home on 31st of June.
So, until then, I may not answer your inquiries, since there is a strong possibility that I might not find a working computer to attend here.