A lot happened, so, my chapter is not done. I kept losing time to work on it… 😥

I’m about two-thirds done, so assuming I can get some alone time to work on it, I should have it done by Sunday. Fingers crossed. 😑


Sunday Digest: I should honestly stop calling it a Digest.

Because if I’m only going to write one chapter a week, do I really need to sum it up later?

Oh, well, I guess this gives me a chance to talk about some other stuff as well. Anyway, got the eighteenth chapter of Anubai out, so that was good. Thanks again to OhMario for letting me borrow his characters; it was fun working with them. Now, back to my pseudo-CN cultivation nonsense, and some side characters who want more screen time. I’m literally going to be exploring the underbelly of North Pine City, so I hope you all find it cool. And we’ll get to see if I can write creepy stuff, too.

Come to think of it, Halloween is coming up, isn’t it… That seems auspicious… 😀

I also started writing an actual short story, but it still has a long way to go, so why am I even mentioning it? 😛 Continue reading

Sunday Digest: Why is it the 6th already?

I have the hardest time keeping track of… well, time. Oh, well, happy August everyone. Didn’t get a Anubai chapter done this week, sorry. Did post a bit of possibly meaningful background data on Friday, so check that out if you’re interested.

Next week, there’s a 60% chance of a new Anubai chapter, a 35% chance of something different that’s been bugging my brain, and a 15% chance I won’t accomplish anything because I started playing Atelier Sophie again. Yes, that’s 110%. Come at me, bro. 😛

Speaking of Atelier Sophie, I was deciding whether or not to start from the beginning again, or pick up where I left off. So I checked the time played on each save. On my oldest save, on 11/28, I had about 8 hours of play time. On my latest save, 12/6, I had about 56 hours. In other words, I played nearly forty hours in a week. That must have been a good week… ^^;

In the end, I started over. Sure, that’s 56 hours down the drain, but I don’t remember any of it, so meh. 😉

In other news, I sold a large part of my book collection today. I can’t justify the space to keep them, but I was sad to see them go… ;_;

Oh well, I got some money for them, anyway. :\

Finally, here’s today’s train car:


So, this is the “Plug Door Box Car – The plug door system closes with a final inward movement (similar to most van sliding doors) that seals the door flush with the interior of the box car to provide a much better seal than the sliding door box car.”

…Was that really the most interesting thing they could find to say about it? The doors on the model can’t even move. 😛

Anyway, I’m probably going to finish both the hopper car and the caboose for next week, so look forward to the finished train! 😀


No chapter this week.

My wife got into a car accident. She’s ok. Our car isn’t. And we only have the one. 😭

Life has been a bit rough, lately. I mean, I know others have it worse, but money worries are money worries, you know? 😞

Sunday digest: Didn’t finish the chapter. :(

As title. Sorry, everyone, the very last part just isn’t coming together for me. I’m going to sleep on it, and finish up tomorrow. 😕

I did some models, though.


The would be the Empire State Building on the left, the CN Tower on the right, and a CH-47 Chinook in the center. The Chinook in particular I’m happy with, it turned out well. As for the towers… well, if you look closely at the top of the ESB, you might see the bit where I had to glue the damn thing together after it suffered a catastrophic failure. Oh, and the second to last step for the CN Tower was more or less impossible to actually complete, unless you happen to be Ant-Man… 😥

Anyway, I’ve finally began work on my “secret” model, and I am pumped! I just hope I don’t blow it, it’s the most complicated model I’ve attempted so far (with the possible exception of the CAT dozer). 😅

Have a good week, everyone, and I’ll have chapter 6 of the Anubai Hero ready for you soon! 😉

Thought exercise: Remaking a game

So, I’ve got a hypothetical question for y’all: if you could remake an old game, without worrying about things like budget, or permissions, etc., what would it be?

In my case, I would love to see a remake of Wild Arms 3. For those unfamiliar with the Wild Arms games (you heathens 😛 ), they were a series of Western-themed JRPGs from the early Playstation era; WA3 was the first for the PS2. By the way, when I say “Western-themed” I mean “Wild West-themed”; gun-toting protagonists drifting through a desert wasteland, surviving from day to day, and trying to prevent the inevitable decay of the world. OK, that last point isn’t a traditional Western trope, but Wild Arms also has deep Sci-fi roots as well, beneath the surface fantasy stuff, so it fits really well, somehow. Oh, and the fusion produced some absolutely wonderful BGM. So there’s that. 😀

By the way, I assume that if you haven’t played the game, you’re not going to, so beware of unmarked spoilers. (On the other hand, I just checked, and its available on PSN for PS4, for 15 bucks. I suddenly have 100% more motivation to get my PS4 registered to my account.) 😉 Continue reading

Day 28

So. First order of business: insomnia sucks. I literally did not sleep yesterday night. I am now extraordinarily tired. So there’s that.

Second. I spent a lot of time thinking about in what direction to take this story next. I think I got some good ideas, supported by stuff I had written before — but I didn’t actually do much writing. So I’m going to have to work hard tomorrow.

Third. I’m really, really tired. Oyasumi.


Total Words: 45723 (389 today. Why did I even bother…?)

Words left: 4277

On par: -953 (Oh yeah. This is why I bothered…)


On the fourth floor, in the small room she had been assigned to when she first arrived in Reclamation Kingdom’s Capital, Aya Firewheel lay curled up on her bed. Her emotions were a chaotic mess of guilt, hate, fear, and generous amounts of self-loathing. Because of her, Mary Lionstar, her mentor, surregate mother, and friend, had her magic sealed away by the power of the king of this godforsaken Kingdom. She should never have agreed to let Briar Sevon come here, it was all her fault … her thoughts circled around and around, giving her no relief.

After ascertaining that she hadn’t been hurt, the vice store leader, a man by the name of Firedeep, had ordered Aya to stay in her room, basically under house arrest, until Roger Bladefang returned. Aya had gone willingly; she couldn’t stand seeing the lost and forsaken look on Mary’s face. Along with protecting Maledicta, Aya was supposed to defend the people and interests of the Foursquare Cartel. Instead, she had brought them calamity, and the involuntary betrayal burned in her mind.

On top of everything else, she had a splitting headache. She felt weirdly grateful to it, actually; it was distracting her from her guilt.