Gabestar25

Heya, author here

God that feels wierd, I'm usually the consumer.

I want to test ideas. My writing skill is like, FFF trash-tier, but I'm at least trying to impress myself.

I'll be surprised if anyone reads this, honestly.

No consistency. Yeah just don't expect much there.

So it's like a confusing mesh of fantasy elements but basically protagonist meets mentor who tries to make it wuxia, but fused with corporate greed.

Yeah the setting is wierd as hell. Don't expect me to copy everyone else. But don't be surprised when I do.

I also have a side work coming eventually if you like bizarre kinky tg and Chinese cultivation. I've never seen it before, at least.

Sorry for the disappointment. Yeah not sorry bitch.

Barriers of Arcanum

Meanwhile, someone who WAS its problem was in a bind.


"Shit, do they even expect me to show up?"


He awaited a call from his boss. Pacing around the room, he concluded he was on his own.


"You know what, I'll go for a walk around the city. I'm usually working, I can only watch the news to see what this place has become, and it will be nice to explore somewhere that doesn't have the label 'danger zone.'


Makoto set out in a relatively peaceful part of town.


Magic lamps shone overhead, almost covered by the dozens of advertisements vying to take the streetside spotlight.


A maintained brick road with modern style, the little pieces cut into rectangles that formed a pattern. People all chatting as they walked to the next clothing shop.


'Maybe I should buy new clothes, too,' he thought.


Patting his pocket, he suddenly remembered he was the brokest bitch.


"Well damn. This could be some sort of character motivation. Like, 'ill love for money. Money is the only way' and use that as an excuse to seek out that demon. That would be too hasty though, I kinda knew I was broke before."


Makoto revealed a basin of cold water over potential character development. Little did he know, a new encounter would ensue.


"Oh no! I tripped! And am perfectly fine, thank you all. EXCEPT FOR MY BAG! Oh wait, it's right here. My stolen nanotech implosion warpgate also seems to be missing. I wonder where that could be?"


And so Makoto was forced to react to a new situation. Except he wasn't. He just kept walking  like he heard nothing. Because he didn't. He had airpods in and was paying attention to the lyrics of his favorite song.


Except he wasn't. He was broke and didn't have airpods. And I can't even afford a copyright strike for name brands anyways. So instead he was picking up gravel pieces on the side of the road.


Except he wasn't. I already told you it was a nice brick road, so where would the be gravel pieces?


Of course it was in the little squares where they grow trees, in nice places. And he was having a baller time.


"Dum de dum. See, I don't need money! Don't need no moneeeeey!"


Actually, he was listening to airpods. He had blown all his savings for Mariah Carey. And because of that he was about to head home.


"Sir, have you seen my device? It's strange-looking and black, and I really need it!"


The little boy who stole an apocalyptic device from a secret lab inquired help from our young hero. Except he wasn't. A hero that is.


Chapter 7