Day 1

Friday, June 29th, 2007

Woke up at 6:30AM, but didn’t start getting ready until 7:00. By 7:30, though, I was pretty much ready to head out for registration. But, just like I predicted, other people would be slow. So, as I waited and played music for the next hour or so, I breathed a sigh of regret. The line would only get longer and longer.

We finally left at 9AM, but the line was, at this point, ridiculously large. Sent to the back of the line, which snaked itself in and around the whole of a parking lot. We finally registered around 12PM, around when the exhibition hall opened up. I wasn’t able to get into it until 1:30, but I was able to quickly locate Hen Da Ne, which I regularly go to each Anime Expo for various doujin and… uhh… visual novel goods.f

Chatting with the storekeeper, he seemed to have figured that TYPE-MOON stuff in general tends to be good sellers. He had stocked up a lot of hollow ataraxia, as a result, but Realta Nua was going “for a high price,” as the shopkeeper from Resident Evil 4 would say. It would be bundled with the telephone card, all of the grail bust statues (sans the Kuro Saber), and, as well as the Torabura game. The sad fact of the matter is that I don’t own a PSP, and as much as I’m disappointed with Sony in various ways, I wouldn’t mind owning a PSP at all.

I ended up purchasing Fate/hollow ataraxia, the This Illusion and Hollow singles, and the Hishoku no Sora single by Kawada Mami. Uwaah… Oh wait. And Fate/Zero volume 1 & 2. Yay.

I wandered around some more, and spotted a rather nice Arche figurine. I was hoping for $30-40 USD, but it ended up being $69 USD. Ouch. ;-; I’m, sorry, Arche, but my money is tight. Maybe if I can find you at a more reasonable price.

Afterwords, I headed to the Broccoli booth to track down EvoSpace, or Koji. Supposedly, he was supposed to be near, but the people at Circus didn’t know where he was. Hell, I asked for “Koji,” and I got a larger, more broadly built man. I’m thinking, “ZOMG THAT’S NOT EVO… unless he changed a lot. o__o”

I hung around for a bit, hoping to spot him. Luckily, I ran into none other than Raven, who I somehow remembered. I exchanged some words with him, and he found out that Koji wouldn’t be coming until maybe a half hour.

Damn. You need to work, Evo!

So, we waited and hung around, idly chatting as we looked for Koji. We spotted him and flagged him down, intercepting him before he could even get close to the Circus booth. We greeted him and talked with him a bit as a few other people joined in. Koji was doing such a -wonderful- job of handing out brochures as we loitered around.

And so, around 2:30 or so, I took my leave and started look searching for the inevitable line that would lead to tickets for the AMV Contest. Apparently, the staff has no idea about anything. The people by the ticket office tell me to go downstairs. Downstairs tells me to go downstairs. Downstairs’s downstairs tells me to check near the exhibition hall. The exhibition hall tells me to check near the ticket office.

WHAT.

I swear, organization this year is absolutely stupid dumb. Instead, I head into the Galaxy Angel panel, which I thoroughly enjoy. I didn’t win any raffle prizes, though, but… eh. It was getting to see the producers and character designers talk and whatnot. I know it must be difficult to speak in English, so I applaud their efforts.

Afterwards, it’s sitting in line for the AMV tickets. After waiting for hours, it turns into sitting in line for the AMV itself. Which somehow turns into, “Someone stole my laptop which had all the contest AMVs on it so no AMV contest tonight.”

D:

Now THAT just sucks. Worse, they plan to reschedule for 9:30am tomorrow morning. NINE THIRTY. It was already hard to get people to leave at 9AM for something as important as registration.

Long Beach sucks.

All that was shown was a single category: AmTV. Which isn’t necessarily the best. There was a rather nice Fate/stay night video called “Knights of Fate,” but I guess our votes don’t matter!

In the end, I returned back to where we’re crashing to drop stuff off and pop a pair of aspirin pills for the annoying ass headache that the whole AMV fiasco caused.

I was hoping that I would enjoy more of the events and less of the exhibition hall this year. Unfortunately, due to inept care of the AX staff, that hope was scattered into the wind.

Today’s loot

- Fate/hollow ataraxia
- Fate/Zero Vol. 1
- Fate/Zero Vol. 2
- Fate/stay night - This Illusion / days Single
- Fate/hollow ataraxia Single
- Kawada Mami - Hishoku no Sora Single (Shakugan no Shana OP1)

I arrived at Long Beach at around 8PM… just about time when pre-registration closed

orz

I won’t go into details why, but let’s just say I was ready to go since this morning. Oh well. I guess that means I’ll have to wake up early tomorrow.

Long Beach looks better than I remembered. Out by the ocean, lots of restaurants and bars and whatnot to support a decent nightlife, a nice cool breeze. What isn’t so great, though, is the hotel situation. To be frank, Long Beach doesn’t seem to have the actual CAPABILITY to host something as large as an Anime Expo. Trying to reserve a room six months in advance was nothing less than hell. Not mailing out my badge until June 25th is bad. Even if they had printing problems because of the lack of a sponsor, that just shows that they didn’t handle an even more important thing — finding a sponsor for them — with enough proper care and attention as they should have. I mean, I don’t think someone like Geneon or ADV or Viz or Newtype would be that hard to sign up for a certain type of advertising. And people love the lanyards.

It’s already hard enough to get people to come together and meet. Thank you, SPJA, for making things more complicated. Because, you know, having a year in advance every year, you’d hope the process would get better each year.

So,  that’s how this ends up. Tomorrow… I plan to go for registration. I’ll probably miss the opening ceremonies. The first thing I want to do, though, is head into the exhibit hall and grab some of the rarer items that are around. Also chat up with some of the store owners that I always see each year. Then, while people attend the SKIN concert, I’ll be patiently waiting for tickets to the AMVs. After I secure them, the Galaxy Angel panel is next. Wheeeee. Followed by the Hirano, Chihara, & Goto Focus Panel (the three principal female seiyuu for Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu), and then rushing to a presentation about Afterworld.

Then, from 6:30PM onward, it’s AMVs and the waiting for the AMVs. Hopefully, the guy won’t put his laptop on a cart, then accidentally drop it, completely destroying it and the AMVs on it, further delaying the AMV Contest. Ugh. I’ll probably bring a muffin with me tomorrow.

A huge TL;DR warning here.

Prelude

I owned a small apartment in this huge, confusing, ugly apartment complex. I left it for some reason, but then I met a friend of mine named Yoshi who asked me for something. I told him I had it back in my room, so I went running around with him around the complex, except I couldn’t find my room. I lived on the second story, though, and all entrance to rooms were accessed by grated stairways that laced the entire, misshapen building. We go up the nearest flight of stairs… then discover that half of the twisting path is missing. Only the guide and support rails were left. The metal creaked against the weight, yet, for some reason, Yoshi wanted to go across it anyway, thinking that it was completely safe. Then we heard a snap, and suddenly we fell a good eight feet to the ground. I cracked my head against the earth and got a good bruise, but thankful I didn’t snap my neck or anything.

Night Life

Instead of finding a way back, I got together with a group of other friends I had. In it was Kareem from my Japanese class, NoodleKnight (#beastslair), Hidelu (#beastslair), and Len (#beastslair). I don’t know what we were, but I guess we were a bunch of hooligans. We broke into this one old lady’s house, then all got scared when she was threatening to call the police and have us all killed.

I noticed, however, that the house was of a lovely Victorian style, and idly made mention of that. This evidently calmed her down and pleased her, and offered to show us some of the more interesting parts of town. We got into her brand-new, white Toyoto pickup and started cruising around. She would point to us interesting tidbits and pieces of gossip about various places, which actually was actually interesting to all of us. Kareem was driving the car and the rest of us were in the passenger seats. The old lady stood in the bed of the car like a commander/tour guide, commenting that we were such wonderful kids.

Rain began pouring down, and she pulled on her pancho hood. I felt bad for her, since she was outside and we were relatively safe inside. The torrent continued and strengthened, and water began leaking in, but I didn’t care so much. People began taking naps after such a “long day.” Noodle, in front of me, was fast asleep, while Len, opposite to him, was fallling asleep as well. Her shirt was low-cut, and I blushed when I noticed she -had- breasts. Her eyes opened up a little and looked towards me. She wordlessly said, “RK~!” and smiled a little before going back to sleep.

I guess the hormone therapy worked. o_o

The Beginning of the End

We stopped the car because of some commotion up ahead. We jumped out and looked to the right, across the dark fields. One of the Slicer Defensive Missile Systems in the distance had activated because of an incoming. It streaked out a five missile pattern towards a distant target, prompting fear and uncertainty to creep into all of us. To our horror, more missiles joined it. Then missiles from the other direction began appearing. The missiles danced and weaved around each other in a computerized tracking and evasion routine. Another five missile pattern lanced out. Then, in the distance, we saw specks of light. I knew for certain that these were missiles heading straight for where we were. We all panicked. A missile, sensing this, began twisting and turning in unpredictable direction, but ultimately destined for us. We panicked more as people began to run for their lives.

Kareem, Noodle, and I were on the left side of the crowd, near a corner with two walls and some bushes. The missile streaked straight towards us, and we knew we were hosed because we were close to two walls. Nevertheless, we dove down to the ground, I flying a little further forward. The missile blazed past us and impacted against the brick wall to our rear, creating a minor explosion.

What jumped out of the explosion surprised us all. A large, flat, animal-like beanbag (it looked like a flattened gecko from Fallout II), raced forward and smashed into the bush in front of me. It then flopped down right on top of my back. I freaked out and flipped it off of my back… straight onto Noodle’s. There was a flash of light… and I knew I just did something very bad. I panicked more, then looked up and, to my horrow, I saw dozens of missiles heading towards us. People screamed and fled. I jumped to my feet and ran, darting behind one brick wall just as a missile that was tracking me collided with it. I continued running… abandoning my friends in the process. I wanted to go back and help, to fight against whatever was attacking us. But another part of me told me I had to survive, because people were depended on family depended on me being alive. So I ran.

A Crumbling City

The screaming had faded away, and I didn’t hear any more missiles. I ran up a half flight of stairs and ran noticed the entire catwalk it connected to was littered with those explosive Gecko Beanbags. I ran forward anyway, careful not to step on any of these pressure-senstive mines.

A young black girl ran past me, and I warned her to not step on “those things,” since they were actually explosives. She heeded the advice, stopped, turned around, and began following me.

She asked, “Where are you going now?”

“I’m heading back to my apartment. I need to get away and find out what happened.”

“Alright, I’ll come with you. I was planning to head over to the military base to find out what happened, but your place sounds like a better idea.”

We ran. The lights were gone, and shadows had crept out of hiding to rule the dead city. We made our way to an area where some man was contemplating the best way to scale a certain chain-linked fence. It had razor teeth on the areas where we could grip, so I found some small pieces of cardboard we could use to help grip those areas by using them as gripguards.

Then… a rabid combat dog came after us. I quickly gave a piece of cardboard to the black girl and we tried to scramble over. I was partly over when the dog had jumped up and tried to bite my face off. I flinched back, and the dog pulled the man down instead. Frightened with the prospect of a painful death, I tumbled my body over and continued running, regretting that I left the girl behind.

The Chinese Military Checkpoint

I reached a sort of military checkpoint, then climbed aboard a bus heading toward the apartments. At last able to rest, I stood near the front of the bus so I could see where we were going. It was dark, yes, but I was way too paranoid at this point to not be wary. our path illuminated only by the bus’s headlights, we slowly continued forward. The bus driver mentioned that the Chinese military was blocking the way, keeping traffic out of the more dangerous areas. The bus driver insisted that we continue, so, they let him through. A feeling of dread and fear permeated the atmosphere as we began to slow down. We could hear in the distance a Chinese person on a loudspeaker, speaking in the same accent as the Red Guard in Command & Conquer Generals.

“These brave people have volunteered to sacrifice themselves and venture forth into unknown hostile territory… for the good of China!”

I flinched. Seems like these people were assholes. As we slowly continued forward, to my horror, I saw the Gecko Beanbag Bombs all over the road. I quickly warned the driver that those were actually explosives, so he tried to maneuver the tires to not roll over them. He ended up managing to run over one, though, as we felt a strange tremor jostle the bus. Losing his nerves, he turned the bus around and heading back to the checkpoint.

The Beginning of the End

I talked with one of the passengers on the bus. Evidently, he had fought his way -out- of that area to get to the checkpoint and was some sort of paramilitary soldier. I asked him what was in there, and he replied, “Oh, just the usual stuff.” I pressed for more details, and I got the impression that some sort of biological agent was used to turn people into grotesque freaks of nature driven to only kill the closest living thing next to them. It was then that I realized I was hopelessly useless in the war.

We reached the checkpoint again, and I took a closer look at everything. Evidently, the Chinese military was handling a lot of logistics for the U.S., and had been contracted to do so in case of an invasion. The bus was then redirected to proceed to a “safe area.” Brightly lit shops offered several end-of-times services; some where selling firearms, other emergency supplies, others were pawnshops, etc. Businessmen through and through.

As we entered a tunnel, I noticed strange lights and advanced technology hugging the walls. Evidently, we entered a “hyperplane corridor,” or whatever. The bus began to accelerate, and we began whizzing past other cars and houses and whatnot at perhaps 200 miles per hour. I began to get tired and watched the bus television. There was an advertisement about the the Slicer Defensive Missile System, and how it’s an unstoppable defense against incoming threats. The animation showed a pattern of five missiles flying and weaving about in the sky. I found it incredibly ironic how it did jackshit to defend us all. I dozed off…

Home… Sorta’

I woke up to find myself at my house. All the emergency supplies were taken out, and it was a bright sunny day. I looked outside and noticed the vacant lot across the street was filled with military supply trucks. More were regularly running down our street. I turned on my computer to try to get in contact with people. The Internet worked… but the ISPs were gone. Instead, I connected with a new ISP signup page, where we could rent bandwidth if we wanted to. <_< Evidently, all Internet resources were being used for the military invasion. >_>

I got a call on my cellphone from someone named “Alma,” but didn’t connect it with Hidelu’s name until after it finished ringing. Panicking, I dialed the number, but heard the voice of a very annoying person I knew. He had called with some cellphone he had dug up, and now wasn’t really paying attention to the call. Guilty and angry, I hung up the phone, contemplating what I was going to do now.

Alright… I guess I was looking into apartment complexes. I was in the lobby of one of the complexes, which looked much more like a resort hotel in Anaheim. I distinctly remember two of them near each other. They both had clean, cerulean carpets and off-white walls styled with simplicity and elegance.

But, I remember I left my mattress outside. So I went out the back way, towards, passing a pool. Water polo lessons were being held there, and the chief instructor was some guy who TA’ed computer class I took back in the summer after fifth grade. I said “Hi” and continued until I reached the busy street at the end of the curving granite walkway.

It was sunny with a mild breeze. Perfect weather. No wonder they were holding water polo classes.

So, I picked up my mattress, and for some reason, I decided to take the sheet cover off. I hefted it the mattress with me, but decided to go to the other apartment complex, which is basically the same as the other one. I asked the desk attendant where to go, and she pointed down a hallway.

I go down the hallway… and find myself in a completely different apartment complex lobby. Clean, but not as high-quality. Brown, woodish walls and navy-colored carpeting. Various people were walking around, but they walked with the demeanor of workers instead of tenants. Well, that’s when I realized, “Oh crap, I don’t have my bedsheet cover with me.” I left the mattress there and ran out the same way I came in but I didn’t go “back” to the other complexes. Damn, a stupid thing to do.

So, I walk back to the lobby, and my mattress has disappeared, but I don’t really care much for it anymore. I head to the elevator, where there are two men and a woman in there. I go inside, and the the whole apparatus shakes and groans. One of the guys goes out disappears around a corner, while the remaining two people discuss what’s wrong with the elevator. Apparently, the complex is currently under renovation, but is still operating. The guy and girl walk out, continue to talk, and block the exit.

Now, the elevator is rocking left and right at 30 degree angles and ever-so-slowly descending. The guy laughingly comments, “Boy, I wouldn’t go into that elevator unless they tore the whole thing out and replace it.” I’m thinking that he needs to get the hell out of the way and help me out. Also, the elevator is slowly going down, making me more panicked until the girl offers her hand to help me out of it. I’m pulled out, and repairment are called to fix it.

I decide to take the stairs to see the rest of the apartment. The elevator, when I had looked in it, showed seven floors, but this complex was huge, looking more like a gigantic Anaheim Convention Center rather than an apartment. I walk around and realize there is a ring of keys in my pocket. I look at one key, which looks like a decidedly unique, modern, yet functional key. So, I decide to go open up the door to some corner apartment, which has clear, industrially-treated glass walls with light steel beam frames. Looking more like a corner office in a corporation, it offered a wide view of the outside. I decided to try a key in the door, but then took off when I realized it was occupied by two individuals. I made up my mind, though, that I would try every door in the entire complex with the keys I had.

I passed by a bunch of equipment and someone that I figured was the chief repairman of the elevator. He was working on it, and I found a little paper spin dial lying on top of some metal boxes. Sribbled on the current entry was “0101.” I spun the wheel dial, reading through some strange jargon and references and landed at “1101.” Then, the chief repairman scolded me (telepathically, I’m guessing), saying that he was now at the 11th floor, and he had locked it to the 1st floor. I guess this dial was a manual lock mechanism for it… or something. So, I wheeled the dial, trying to find “0101″ again. Turned the thing upside down, but didn’t find any special electronics on it. Only some metal clip that clicked with each rotation.

It became dark now, and we were all getting the idea that this apartment complex wasn’t safe anymore, with the elevator being a major source of it’s “corruptness.” I was starting to wake up, so I tried to end it. Realizing I couldn’t, I decided to cut it off as a “Part 1 of 2.” Strangely enough, I got a preview of the second half afterwards.

Three police officers, two male and one female, have their guns drawn and flashlights out, investigating the roof of the complex at midnight. They proceed into a small, fenced-in area. The fence itself has rusted into a sickly orange-brown color. They proceed onto a large, rusty, metal plate, which is supposedly right above the elevator shaft.

“Wait, this isn’t rust. This is mold!”

“What the hell is this?”

“This isn’t normal mold. We need to report this!”

“Wait… what’s happening?”

Black rats began materializing within the cracks in the rusty mold. First dozens… then hundreds… then thousands. The three officers, horrified by the sight, cannot move or do anything as the swarm grows larger around their feet.

Everything fades into blackness…

First, another YouTube video.

Utawarerumono Last Boss - Hissatsu Waza Kyougeki

One of the first things sent to me for the New Year. Oh wow… isn’t that fun. But, it ends up reminding me of the attitude I need for this coming year. There’s a lot of things I want to do, a lot of things I need to do, and a lot of things I should do. This coming year promises to be a major year for me, and there’s not much I can do about that. And they’ll probably be a lot of times when I’ll want to scream like Oboro or Touka, about something that makes me feel like bits and pieces of me are getting killed off.

Well… maybe not that dramatic, but, nonetheless, it will be a serious year.

New Year’s Resolutions…

It’s an age-old tradition that no one really sticks to. Well, at least, most of us don’t. But, in the spirit of idealism and purpose, I do my best to keep them, anyway. Less about things like “Lose 70 lbs” or “Gonna run a mile every day” and more about things I actually plan on making true this coming year.

Too bad I don’t even remember what resolutions I made last year. Oh well.

Anyways, my resolutions are…

1. To get a job and become financially independent.
2. To finish Nekohime.
3. To finish Code:NASU.
4. To learn enough Japanese to pass the JLPT2.
5. To build my own computer.
6. Something I don’t want to talk about.
7. To find a use for the Beast’s Index.
8. To set up my own, fully-functional server.
9. To actually use my car.
10. To create a literary work (probably fanfiction or a short pilot story).

…I wonder if I’ll even be able to do one of them.

Having stayed up all night once again, I’m reminded of how much I hate seeing the sun rise, merely because it tells me, “You’ve been up too long.” But, as a veteran of many an allnighter, I know what to expect! The stages of ups and downs. At least, for me.

Stage 1: The Tired. You want to sleep, but you’re trudging away at something.

Stage 2: The Second Wind. You suddenly feel a burst of energy. Not quite 100%, but good enough to do most things. Even get some inspiration and crank out some creativity! Lasts for maybe an hour at max?

Stage 3: The Lull. Your Second Wind has faded away. You still try doing stuff, but you’re getting progressively slower. You start thinking more about sleep. Or caffeine. Your body slouches and you try to relax yourself so that you can siphon enough energy to your head to keep on truckin’.

Stage 4: The Third Wind. This is fairly short. You’re not very perky, but you feel a lot better than the Lull. Your mental capacity is about the same as The Tired, though.

Stage 5: The Haze. Your brain doesn’t like what’s happening now and wants you to stop what you’re doing, close your eyes, and sleep. Little or no real work can be done. You have trouble focusing. You have trouble connecting thoughts. Walking to different places takes a stronger effort. You’re preoccupied with the dull fuzziness in your head.

Stage 6: The Fourth Wind. Pretty useless. You’re pretty much aware you’re screwed up, and you have only a handful of minutes to actually do what you need to do.

Stage 7: The Delusion. Your mind is starting to lose it and shut down. You might start remembering stuff as your lymbic system starts shuffling away memories while you’re still awake. You might start having daydreams without realizing it. You have trouble keeping balance. Your hearing is shot, either being too loud or too soft or too disconnected. Your depth perception is fading. Colors begin to annoy your eyes. Comprehension is a lost skill.

Stage 8: The Fifth Wind. Silence. Disconnection. Peace. Many of your brain functions have shut down, so you’ve stopped using them to keep you from causing a headache. You’re in a state of plain existence, waiting for whatever to come next. Unfortunately, you can’t really sleep, since your brain seems to have shut down “voluntary sleep” processes.

Stage 9: Unknown. I fell aleep right before it. Or right at the beginning.

I wonder what’s at Stage 9…

It came to my attention that there are certain videos on YouTube that I just find absolutely awesome. A lot of which comes from Hayate, to be frank. And mostly from Super Robot Taisen / Super Robot Wars.

Atelier Iris Grand Fantasm Chap. 9 Boss

Kore de owari da!

Super Robot Taisen Alpha 3 - DaiRaiOh - Jinrai

Hot-blooded awesomess.

Banpreios vs Keisar Ephes ZO Sword Dynamic Kill

I need a sword like that.

Another Century’s Episode 2 (A.C.E.2) Opening Movie

::drools::

That’s it for now.

I’m not superstitious, but, in my own personal life, I always notice warning signs of impending doom that come that day. It’s come to the point where I can almost predict things, something that’s way to floogin’ weird to be a norm of the world. Also seems to be some “local truths” that seem evident only in my life.
1.) Anytime my mom tries to give me special treatment or cook special foods… bad things happen. Partly because she expects something 100% of the time. But, a dull sense of dread overcomes me whenever I see breakfast cooked for me or a extravagant dinner out-of-the-blue. And, like magic, within four hours, something messed up occurs. Be it a surprise letter in the mail with ominous implications, a traditional “I’m right, you’re wrong” argument, or random breakdowns in computers, homework, or anything else I invested time and effort in.

To make matters worse, usually those things blindside me, are nearly unavoidable, and rarely ever get any input from me. Meaning, I have very, very little influence to keep it from happening. Especially if I can’t identify it before it happens.

2.) In the short term, good and bad roughly try to balance each other. However, the content of “good” and “bad” can have different implications in the long term. And, the long term, it seems, doesn’t like to balance itself out. This can be good or bad. Lately, has been bad, mostly because of left-field circumstances.

3.) A relatively good start to the day does not guarantee a good rest of the day. However, a bad start to the day just snowballs for me.

Enough complaining for today. I think I’m cursed, in any case.

Slightly old news, but last Saturday, I finally completed and passed my A+ and Network+ certification exams. Whee!! Finally, all that studying paid off! Honestly, though, I’m glad I passed them. Too much of my life is trudging away, endlessly studying or doing things without any real end in sight. No sense of real accomplishment, no marker to justify my work, no encouragement or acknowledgement. Just a continual so-called “need” to work and work.

Lessee… continuing my Japanese study, but I might try to add another, more advanced class that’s more suited for my level tomorrow. More work involved, but I feel the need to actually learn stuff, not review.

Project Updates
Project Nekohime seems to be trudging through things, though some of the members have me worried. One in particular seems to be… hmm… having an authoritative identity crisis? It’d be nice if they communicated more, instead of emoing and acting immature. What I won’t stand for, though, is attempting to pass themselves off as skilled in a certain area that they know nothing about. There development is a lot more complicated than they realize, and I hope that I won’t have to come to head with that person. They’ve pushed before… and I don’t feel like needlessly relenting because of some stupid personal opinions.

Anyways, working on finishing Common Skills, publishing it, then drafting Servant classes. Once that is done, we can create a generalized Character class. And to finally be able to code things! In the meantime, the Art Center was created, and I’m really, really hoping I can finish the Java Applet for character creation. If things work out well, the Applet would be able to allow the user to easily create (and balance) a character’s stats, and possibly generate accurate information for programmers to start creating the static user objects.

The Tsukihime Translation Project is coming to a close, of which I have mixed feelings about. First, proofreading still needs to be done, whether certain people admit to it or not. Second, I honestly wish I could be doing more, but, as evident in the lack of posts I’ve had recently, my time has been spirited away by other things.

I recently discussed things concerning Project T in the #beastslair channel. I felt it was kinda’ nice to be able to exchange our thoughts about certain private things we were all working on, giving me some fresh perspective on aspects of it. One of them made a comment that was probably just a statement of fact, but I ended up taking it as a compliment. More development on that is happening… and I’m getting closer to actually creating excerpted material, as well as prepare for Project C.

I guess I should sorta’ partially declassify Project World Egg. I haven’t worked on it just recently, though I have been doing more work on it as a whole. Nasu is… complicated. But fun. The only thing that gets me is the design of the universe. I might leave it for later, though I hope the ramifications of doing so don’t come back to haunt me later.

Ehh… time flies when blogging… >_>