"Null Memory you say?" a worried, albeit handsome voice exclaimed.
"Yes, the look-up says it should be possible, extant even." replied his quirky partner.
"That... Can't be. The driver requires two souls to operate... But the Null Memory..."
"Will negate the requirement of the second soul. In short, I don't have to participate in this pointless exercise, am I right Shoutaro?"
I would never have thought he would find it. While it's true that he did inherit all the knowledge on Earth in that quaint brain of his, this "Null Memory" shouldn't even be... Real.
It's just not possible...
"So Shoutaro, find it already..."
"Huh?"
"The Null Memory. Find it already."
"You can't be serious Philip." I said to him in reply, visibly annoyed from his persistence.
"Oh but I am. I never wanted to be part of this... Waste of energy. I should be concentrating on harnessing the Planet's Bookshelf. Did you know that once the Spaniards discovered that the Earth itself is round, the prices of transportation to areas of significant distance from Europe diminished greatly? The mere knowledge itself triggered a worldwide revolution!"
"Eh?" I replied, more out of exasperation than out of the fact that I didn't understand a word of what he just said.
"Knowledge is all there is Shoutaro. Nothing more, nothing else."
Philip, as genius as he is already, is the inheritor of the Planet's Bookshelf, a library of literally all the knowledge there is on the planet. History, Geography, even the individual biographies of everyone who had ever lived or is currently living could be found in the bookshelves, and Philip has access to all of them. His mind of course would not be able to handle all this information, and he has to perform look-ups on specific topics to harness the infinite knowledge found in the library. This is invaluably useful, but look-ups could get very addictive to knowledge-hungry Philip, which in turn annoys me to no end.
"Shoutaro. Please. I'm serious..." he said, opening the door to his secret room behind our excuse for a detective agency headquarters.
"Huh?"
"I don't want to fight anymore." he continued, slamming the door as he finished the sentence.
"Find the Null Memory Shoutaro. Please."
His voice sounded hollow coming from the other side of the door. Was he merely consumed by his addiction, or was this what he wanted all along?
Monday, August 30, 2010
Alternative: Null Memory
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Antagonist
"Shiine, I would so love to have our old family back..."
"Yes mistress, so would I. Unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately that bitch Riiya seems to think otherwise!"
"Ye-yes mistress..."
"Shiine, will you kindly show our guest the way out."
"Yes mistress Chacha."
That dream again. It's been haunting me ever since Aiushtha saved me from certain death. She says she isn't in her full capacity, but her healing is remarkably potent. I shudder at how effective she would be when she's at "full capacity" as she claimed she used to be. It's been only three days and I already feel like I could take down an army of city dwellers!
She has graciously allowed me to live with her in her desolate hut. I don't recognize any of the surroundings, except maybe the river that runs right through the city she has chose to live in. To be honest though, I think I could sympathize with her. I too am a stranger in a city made of stone, or once was and twice now. Naivety made me think that I could be a guardian, a protector. Reality brought me down, especially that of Chacha and Shiine.
They have both grown up, but something did not feel right with them now that I think about it. It's as if, they haven't aged as much as I expected they would have. Ten years may not be much, but from the looks of them, they seemed younger than expected. Maybe it's just me; I hope it's just me.
Be that correct or not, one thing's for sure. Dark magick had corrupted both of them, thriving on the souls of the living to extend their own lives and their own potentials. It would explain the many disappearances in Mochi Mochi before the eventual disappearance of my master and caretaker, but I cannot help but doubt. They are my friends after all, or at least they used to be. Now, I just... Don't know...
What should I do...
"RIIYA!"
"So he's here, huh?"
Aiushtha?
"So our precious Riiya is here? Bitch! How dare you steal him from us?!?"
Chacha?
"Mistress, shall we end her life?"
Shiine?
Bastards!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Of Pertaining to Comedy: Episode 5
Sorry. I couldn't help it. The photographs were asking for it. I merely answered the call. Photos are from Murakami Night
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Alternative: Death Note Interlude - Synesthesia
"Have you heard of that cursed MP3 floating around the Internets lately?"
"Eh? I've heard of it. Message boards everywhere are abuzz with it, but I don't really think it's real..."
"Well, I think you might just change your opinion after what I found out last night..."
"I bet it's just rumors..."
"Somebody just died. A friend of an internet acquaintance."
"And let me guess. Heart attack?"
"Yes."
"Hahaha!"
"Eh? Why are you laughing? Someone just died. Of a heart attack. While listening to the cursed MP3!"
"Haha, but that's what all the rumors are saying. You aren't seriously believing that shit now are you?"
"Huh? But it's real! I mean, my friend wouldn't lie to me, and why lie about the death of another friend?"
"Suuuuuure"
"No no no, it's for real, I'm sure of it!"
"Hahaha, whatever man!"
"But there's evidence! This friend of mine uploaded a recording of their last conversation. They were playing some MMO, chatting via VoIP. About a few minutes in, his friend just suddenly made grunting noises, followed by the faint sound of someone falling over. My friend naturally joked about it but all he got were what seemed to be distressed breaths. It was creepy..."
"Hahaha, well, whatever, I still don't believe that shit. I mean, there's no way someone could get a heart attack from listening to a cursed MP3, and besides, wouldn't the police or at least the media find out about this? It's all bull shit man!"
"But..."
"Bull shit! And I'm having none of it, now come on, we have a class in five minutes."
Friday, July 23, 2010
Disappearing Stars Level 4
START RECORDING
In compliance with District Governor Shuhei Smith’s directive, and as my account to the events that happened at around 600 hours today, this is District B resident Dan Manson’s report.
Okay sir. As mentioned it happened at 600 hours today. It’s really hard to describe. The beginning sir? Okay sir. I was in my apartment at District B. Pardon sir? Ah, yes sir, I’m a scholar sir, as are everyone in District B. Wh-where do I practice? Um… In… Grand Central University sir… Yes sir! I know the rule sir! Only those from District A can atten- Yes sir, yes sir… I will forfeit sir…
Of course sir, I would continue right away sir. As I was saying, I was in my apartment at District B, studying and preparing for tomorrow’s classes. I was in one of the upper rooms sir, so I had a clear view of the city. Anyway, I was actually reading when the incident happened. I wasn’t able to witness how it begun, but it was hard not to notice. The law prohibits regulars from being involved in the affairs outside our daily course of actions, but I just couldn’t contain my interest. Yes, I know that is what the walls are for, but as a scholar…
Yes, I know sir. It wouldn’t happen again sir. I’ll take better caution next time sir.
Describe it? Well, I can only call what I saw as a very bright column of light. It seemed to come from a hole in the sky, which in itself is hardly even believable. I’ve heard of rogue planes encountering invisible barriers in the sky, but those are all urban legends told by crazy fear-mongers. But I couldn’t mistake what I saw, and what I saw was a hole in the sky, probably punctured by the column of light. It was very brief though sir; it ended no sooner than it had begun.
And it happened very close to where I was sir! It was weird though that I never felt any shockwave. I was braced for impact, or at least I thought I was, but none came; it was the most peculiar thing! After the column disappeared, I resisted taking a peek at the damage zone, knowing full well that I already broke the law once that day and I won’t break it a second time. But again sir, my curiosity took hold of me, and I just couldn’t resist.
What did I saw? Well, it seemed as if… The column of light punched through the ground, leaving a gaping wide hole. All the gas pipes and supply lines were broken, with substances leaking and screeching with a fury. But it wasn’t just that sir. Beneath those layers of broken pipes, I saw… Well, I cannot really understand why but… There seemed to be… people.
Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, I would hurry up sir. Anyway, as I was saying, there were people. They were all in a panicked fit, running off from where the column of light seemed to have punctured a similar hole in their ground. I tried peering in deeper, but that’s when the mop-ups showed up, cordoning off the site and covering it up. I know it was futile, but I didn’t want to further incarcerate myself, so I decided against peering any further.
And that’s about it sir. Around three hours later, your people showed up and brought me here.
Yes sir, I understand sir. I wouldn’t te-
SEDATION: SUCCESSFUL
CONSCIOUSNESS: 50% AND DROPPING
TERMINATION: UNECESSARY
COURSE OF ACTION: RECOMMENDED MEMORY SWIPE AND RESTART AT LOWER LEVEL
END RECORDING
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Ad Continuum Files Exhibit A
Episode 6? Full view here. Not!
A little behind the scenes if you may.
So after my one week hiatus, I only was able to whip up a filler comic. This comic has truly gone downhill... Not! In case you weren't tuned in to my personal blog, I am currently unable to move the plot forward until I get my hands on something I've been wanting to obtain for a long time now. So for now, and I guess for the next two weeks, I'd just be making a little comic dossier of sorts, beginning with the part 1 of the story thus far.
It's not all that bad though. I'm also working in new effects into old shots, like the new esper fireball effect seen here. I must admit, looking at the shots and panels I made before, I might have indeed improved, but I give credit to where it's due. I have to thank some good friends of mine who put up with my constant pestering, asking for help on rendering effects and such. Thanks Teters, Patrick and of course, my love, Kass!
So there. That should be it for today. See you again on the next ride!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Mobile Attraction
“Quick, make a left! Now dodge that car! Oh no, we’re gonna crash!”
“Aww man, could you please just keep quiet? I’m trying to concentrate here!”
“Hmmp, fine. Just ‘cuz I’m better at you doesn’t mean you get to bitch about it!”
Back then, I always thought of her as annoying and boyish. She’s about as tall as me, and just about a little thinner. She’s not much of a looker, but she does have her good angles; although, being as she would almost always wear boy clothes, it wouldn’t be as apparent. Either that or the fact that she had also kicked the ass of every major bully in town, at least to my recollection.
“Hey! I demand a rematch!”
“Aren’t you tired of getting your ass handed to you? Hahaha!”
“Bug off, this time I’d win for sure…”
But I won’t. It’s funny now that I think about it; I never really won any serious games against her back then. She’d do just that, hand me my ass, but that didn’t deter me from trying. And I’d keep on losing and losing until my thumbs grew tired.
It’d go on like this from elementary through high school. She’d come over, we’d play some games, she’d beat me in every one of them, then she’d go home. We still had our phone chats, but we outgrew our landline phones in favour of mobile ones. That’s when we’d chat till past midnight in hushed tones so we won’t get caught. We tried SMS, but it just wasn’t the same, and we’d always end up calling each other anyway.
“Hey, you’re not going to sleep yet?”
“I dunno. I still wanna talk with you…”
“Haha, but we’ve talked about everything!”
And yes, we would. We’d invent games and ask silly questions just so we could talk on and on over our mobiles. This became especially true on rainy days or on very busy days when she couldn’t come over. Sometimes, when we really couldn’t think of anything to talk about, we’d just lie down in our bedrooms and breathe ourselves to sleep.
“Wow, it’s getting rainy outside…”
“Yeah… Do you mind if… I stay with you here for a while? I don’t… Really want to go home yet…”
“Um, I guess it’s fine…”
I still remember how her soft skin felt that time. Nobody was home except for the two of us; my mom and dad were still at work, stranded by the rain. Her parents were also at work, and after calling her on her mobile to check whether she’s safe, they just told her to stay over till the rain stopped. We really didn’t know how it ended up that way, but it felt so natural being with each other the way we did.
We found ourselves going up to my second floor bedroom, sharing a bed meant for one. The rain muffled our voices, our hushed breaths betraying the emotions and sensations we were sharing. It wasn’t about the ruffled sheets or the mind numbing pleasure, but it was about something else, something words cannot even begin to describe. It was pure emotion, pure sensation, a pure and innocent union of souls.
“Hey, the rain stopped…”
“Yeah…”
“Aren’t you… Going home yet?”
The following morning, she didn’t come over to visit. At first I thought maybe she’s just busy with something, but the memories of the previous day lingered in my mind. I was torn between pleasure and guilt, between bliss and regret. I got worried but I had chores to do, so I fought through my day, eager for evening -and the opportunity to talk to her- to arrive.
I tried calling her landline number, but no one picked up. I tried several times, but seeing that the results wouldn’t be any different, I tried her mobile instead.
“The number you dialled is out of coverage area.”
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