Lucky Dog 1 Short Story – Anniversary 3 – Demon’s Ringlet


(Note that this is only an excerpt because I liked this part too much.  I probably won’t be doing the rest for a bit.)

(Because it’s the 3rd Anniversary story, it also may contain spoilers.  You’ll meet one of the other characters in currently untranslated routes.)


Demon’s Ringlet

…will say Carnevale!!

 

memories

Memories are a good thing.  That’s what I think.

Don’t you think so, too?

Your “recollections” of the past are full of things you’re fine forgetting – stuff you don’t give two shits about, stuff from your fucked up crappy past, stuff you’ve done that you can’t forget about no matter how many bottles of bitter alcohol you guzzle down.

But, sometimes mixed in among those recollections are one or two “memories.”  Those are what’s precious.  How precious, you ask?  About as precious as finding a pink strawberry-flavored jellybean mixed in with a whole bunch of plain ones.  About as precious as finding out that the serial number to the train ticket you’d just bought happens to be a flush or a straight.

Memories are just that good.

Unlike those recollections you keep stored away in cardboard boxes in your mind and never want to touch again if at all possible after you’re done labeling them with stickers of “times of danger,” “times of regret,” “times of loss,” etc., “memories” are something much sweeter.

 

Yes, like a candy ball that comes rolling out with the momentum of a desk drawer when you open it.

Yes, that feeling that makes you want to stick a pole to it or tie a rope around it so you can fish it out any time you want.

Yes … that single star-shaped pendant jumbled in among your recollections of the past – so many of which are completely worthless.

 

“… … …It feels so warm…”

 

One of those very memories is taking my consciousness away on a joy ride this very moment.

It was … ah, yes.  It was early afternoon on a warm day like today.

It was probably around this time of the year, too.  The seasons match.  Probably April.  I had on overalls and a shirt way too baggy for me.  I clearly recall looking down at my feet clad in their wooden sandals.  No, I “remember.”

In my memory, I’m still a snot-nosed brat.

I remember now.  Even for my age, I was a stupid half-wit brat who never listened to a word anyone said.

 

… … …

…Gian?  Giancarlo…?

 

Somewhere, someone’s calling me.  I know it’s me that the someone’s calling for, and I know who’s doing the calling.  It’s the person who always brings me my food and who puts me to bed and, when I do something naughty every now and then, who slaps my palm with that willow switch.  I know it’s one of the Sisters – tall, always dressed in black and white.

I run away from her voice on purpose – it’s not for any real reason.  I just wanted to play hide-and-seek, and so I run from the Sister for actually bothering to care about someone like me – and keep running and running until I fly into the open courtyard.

Now, looking back on it, I can tell.  The Sisters – this kind, gentle place – were nice to me.

As a brat, I loved this place.  I recall this clearly.

The ground that can support no more than a few scraggly tufts of grass.  The bright and tender sunshine.  The refreshing breeze that blows by your neck as you run.  I recall all of it.  I race past all this and I look back to check on the voice still searching for me before taking off again.

This is the abbey I was in as a kid.  These are memories of the orphanage that was on those grounds.

This is the place I hated but loved as a kid.  It was a small church and it was a tiny courtyard.

This is the place I ran through as a kid, sandals flopping behind me as I raced towards the crystal blue sky and—

…Ah, yes.  I look up at the church soaring into the sky and black to my eyes, at the tower housing those tiny bells.  I crane back so far I practically fall flat on my back, so I run a few steps back, like I’m fleeing from the building, before turning straight back around and looking up again.

It’s a church steeple, its plaster peeling off here and there where I can see the brown bricks poking through.

I stand there, alone, as I stick up my thumb to try and measure the tallness of the tower.

…I recall.  I recall what I did after that.

I grow tired of staring up at the tower, so I start scurrying around trying to chase my shadow.  And … that was when I come to a small storage house behind the church.  Usually there’s just firewood and gardening tools stocked there, but this time, out in front, there’s bales upon bales of straw laying there, drying.

Thinking back on it now, I know they’re the bales of hay used for stuffing the orphanage’s and the Sisters’ beds.

At the time, I think … the old straw was probably laid out in that place to get some airing out and just to soak up some rays.  Even now, I can remember the dust dancing and glittering over the background of light beige.  No, I do remember.

But, at the time I didn’t know what it was I saw.  All I knew was that I was just so pleased with myself for having found a new playground.  I leap into the bales of hay and laugh at their bounciness and their smell.

I stomp all over the dried straw and send it flying, wasting all the Sisters’ hard efforts.  Now that I think back on it, I was one of those nasty kids who was always misbehaving so badly that actually not getting grounded from dinner was unusual … but…

…now that I think about it, why did I do something like that?  I haven’t got a clue.

Just as I’m cackling madly as I trampoline on the straw, I … suddenly break away, and just a little distance away, I find more straw, softening under the sunlight, sitting there just like how the first bales were when I’d first discovered them.  I stare intently at this new discovery…

And then … I sprint out behind the orphanage building.  I’d lost my sandals while playing in the hay, and I recall that the soles of my feet stung every time they struck the ground.

And then … I find, out behind the orphanage, what basically served as the service door lying wide open, and so I sneak in.  (I must’ve known I was doing something bad.  Why?  Because I recall sneaking around and jumping at every creak.  Which basically means I’m a living contradiction to the theory that humans are born good.)

And then … I find what I’m looking for.

Lying past the back door is the orphanage’s kitchen, and there, in the “furnace” – a stove built out of bricks lined in an arch – is a humongous pot that the Sisters always used to put soup in, and under that pitch black pot is some kindling, its flames flickering.

Jeezus, who did I think I was, Prometheus?

At the time, I probably wasn’t thinking anything.  I twist free a small branch, dancing with tongue-like flames, from the stove, and I take that branch – that fire – and run.

And then … yes.

I stand in front of the sun-dried straw, all out of breath … and I take the burning stick and jab it into one of those pale beige bales of hay.

Please, if you don’t believe my words, at least believe this.  At the time, I really wasn’t thinking anything.

I remember it clearly, even now.  The fire disappearing and the foul-smelling smoke licking the twig in its place.  The color of the hay, sitting there like nothing’s happened and like I didn’t just stab it.  Its smell.

Petulant, I pull the stick out, and then jab it in again.

And then … aah.  I remember it clearly.  That color.  That smell.  And that heat.

At first, the smoke thickens.  Then, in the time it takes for me to blink a few times, the smoke transforms into fire, and by the time I fall back onto my butt, the flames that were only lapping at the straw suddenly bounds forth and devours the mountain like an indulging, lustful thing.

Everything burned.

The orange arms of fire stretch out and lick the shed behind the church, and then the church wall itself.

And then … I’m currently here, alive, recalling what happened, so…

…At that time, I somehow managed to escape, and by then the sight of the flames had probably been seared into my eyeballs.  I recall it clearly.  Even then, I was still thinking nothing.

So much stuff happened after that that my impressions start getting scattered.

A chaotic rush of Sisters crashing forward, flustering about, and calling for help.

The sound of angry voices echo through the place, and the countless people bringing water buckets scramble about.  And the city folks from outside the church and random people just passing by start stripping their shirts off and whacking the flames or taking the water buckets from the Sisters and dousing the flames with them.

Even then, I just stand there and watch.  Stare at the writhing flames and the adults around them.

At the time, the whole time, I recall hearing the sound of my name – countless voices calling my name again and again – in my ears.  But I didn’t answer.  Just stood there, watching the flames and the crowd battling it.  Fear?  Regret?  Penitence?  At the very least, I don’t recall any of those appearing in my recollections.

And then, the fire burns out without any of the expected fuss.  To be more precise, the fire runs out of fuel.  All it had done to the stone-built church is burn it a bit (Even now, the burns are still there behind the St. Rita Abbey.  If you ever happen to pass by Daivan and you’ve got the time, please have a look) … and even the shed that’d almost gotten burnt down had been flooded with water, completely suffocating the flames until they’d disappeared.

And then…

The more I think about it the more I think I really am a stupid idiot down to the core of my soul because at the time, as I stood there at the scene, dazed, watching them put out the fire … my hand was still tightly clenching the kindling I’d used to commit my crime.  Thanks to that, all the adults around me, all the Sisters, knew in an instant that I was the one who started the fire.

The panicked Sisters.  The outside men standing around me at a distance and looking down at me.

“What has he done…?”  “Oh, dear Lord…”  I recall the Sisters making crosses over their chests and pulling their hands back before they could reach me, like they were hesitant about something.

“…How could a child do something like that?!”  “There’s no question about it.”  “It’s the devil!  How could he set fire to a church!”  The men from the city mutter and curse me under their breath, but I recall very clearly – not once did they try to approach me.  I…  Even then, after all that time, I’m still standing there, dazed.  I just have this impression that all the adults around me are keeping their distance, the impression that I’m watching myself from another world.  I recall feeling lonely, miserable with something that felt like hunger.

…Yeah.  I’m a bad egg.  No “if,” “and,” “but” about it.

But, I have clear, vivid “memories” of what happens next…

“…Gian!!  Gian..!!”

One second I’m standing there all alone, and then the next, my body’s suddenly flying through the sky.

…A large body, a pair of large arms.  A warm, large chest and a soft cheek.  The feeling of someone hugging me tightly, embracing me as though to protect me from the world, catches me off-guard.

“…Why you…!  Gian…!”

With me in her arms, she whispers my name into my ear with a tear-filled voice before kissing my hair with that voice and those lips.  She sets me down onto the ground, and then wraps me in her arms once again.

It was one of the Sisters that was embracing me, pulling away to look me over before embracing me again.

…The Sister that appears in my memory … MammaMamma Teresa had been the head Sister in charge of the abbey even back then (I suppose it is pretty obvious)…  I don’t know if she’d lost her headdress to the wind or if she’d just taken it off, but her red hair, brighter even than the flames from earlier, fly everywhere.

Some soot clings to Mamma’s face and her hands.  Her face – now that I think back to it – was much younger than it is now (obvious, but still).  Huh?  Is it just me or was she quite the beauty?  Well, she’s a female gorilla right now, though.  …Huh?  Haven’t I seen her face somewhere before?  Well, it’s pretty obvious I have, but, I mean, somewhere else…?  Hm?

And then.

She embraces me, and then turns me round and round, checking to see if I’d been burned anywhere, and pats down my clothes before looking at me with eyes brimming with tears and smiling.  And then,

“…Aah, thank God…!  Thank God…!”

There’s no way Mamma couldn’t have realized I’d been the one who’d set the fire, what with the firestarter still in my hand.

But, Mamma embraces me and repeats my name, God’s name, and words of gratitude, over and over again like a prayer.

Now that I think about it…  This might’ve been the first time I’d heard the words “God” and “devil.”  No, I must’ve heard the word “God” before that, but the first time the words really entered my brain was … in this damned memory, as a paired set with “devil.”

God.  Church.  Fire.  Devil.  The adults distancing themselves from me.  Their cold gazes and voices.

And Mamma’s warm, strong arms and chest.  Her eyes, wet with tears.  Her voice, calling my name.

Yes … my memory of that day is preserved full-color in my mind.

I wonder … why are those memories of the church and of the fire that day coming back out of nowhere now, after all this time?

 

…Yes.  This is one of the reasons why Mamma – that female gorilla in charge of the abbey – will always have one up on me.

…I “remember” all of this … and chuckle.

…I remember the fire and the hustle-bustle from that day, and of course, as a set, I also remember getting grounded from dinner after that.

 

…It feels so warm.

…Yes, I recall that the sunlight from that day was just as warm as today’s.

…Pulled out of the memories I’d sunk myself into, I slowly open my eyes.

 

And the world I open my eyes to is one that passes into mere recollections with every marked second.

 

(…to be continued)


 

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49 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Trish
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 18:03:19

    Oh isn’t Gian just perfect in and because of his imperfections. öksayjfhsidhf He’s without a doubt the best main character I’ve ever encountered in a visual novel, and could definitely hold his own in other disciplines too. I mean, just look at all that junk food they serve us on TV. MOAR GIANS FOR MEDIA

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    • terracannon876
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 18:09:04

      …I think in your excitement your sentences are getting garbled ^^; *feels temperature

      And don’t worry. You’re not the first to have thought of that, not even in canon. (Bernardo is all for exploiting his “Honey” >3)

      Btw, I love how you’re saying he’s the best in a SS that starts off with him burning stuff XD

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  2. Trish
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 18:26:50

    That is entirely possible. It’s late and my english’s getting shittier by the minute I fear, sorry. ^^;

    Of course! It’s his faults that make him interesting. Most characters on TV have classic Gary Stu/Mary Sue faults, being too shy, too clumsy, too perfect, too attractive, too trusting and loving and such ridiculous nonsense. Which is why I called them junkfood. This one lights a church on fire. Because he’s a reckless, curious, bored idjit. I love it.

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    • terracannon876
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 19:06:53

      Hahaha, “too attractive” XD Nice fault.

      It’s a good thing Gian doesn’t have too many faults, though. His faults usually lend to bad endings. *is haunted by the prospect of doing the Ivan bad ending…*

      Speaking of fanfic ideas, I had one where the whole “devil” comment was taken literally…

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      • Trish
        Jun 23, 2012 @ 19:15:06

        He grows out of a lot of his faults with time, he rises up to a the great expectations of everyone around him and kicks a lot of ass.
        But whenever he doubts the other capos…
        O geez don’t remind me. I never quite got what EXACTLY happened, but… well, I got the gist of it. O Lord. Thanks, now I’m gonna lie awake and think about that scene. Urgh. My heart. ;__;

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        • terracannon876
          Jun 23, 2012 @ 19:59:51

          I was thinking about why Gian is so different from many protags, especially in BL media, and I think it’s mostly because he’s so comfortable with himself… I don’t just mean with crossdressing either XD

          Hm. Ivan’s is especially bad. I’m not looking forward to translating it. I actually like Giulio’s (one of his) because it’s … sad, but not pathetic, at least. Luchino’s… Eh, one’s fine. The other’s rather anticlimatic and also kinda … sad-pathetic. Bernardo’s route is known as the king of bad endings, although most of them are pretty obvious. “Do you want to run away from Daivan to avoid the conflict? Yes? No?” And it asks you this. Three(?) times. Yeesh.

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 13:46:03

        What is this about the devil comment being taken literally? I’m interested. Could you elaborate a bit more on that?

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        • terracannon876
          Jun 26, 2012 @ 14:01:11

          I was thinking … What if Gian were a demon of some sort visiting the humans (whether he remembers it is up for grabs. Probably not) and that’s why he has crazy good luck? I dunno, I get weird ideas XD

          Think Ronnie from Baccano! (the Martillo’s secretary).

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      • Li
        Jun 27, 2012 @ 16:53:46

        I had a similar idea, but only partly. This fic idea is basically that Gian has the personality of a devil that surfaces when he gets serious or angry. It always scares the crap out of anyone in the same room and the weak of heart might faint or feel paralyzed. In time it starts affecting his captains too, but in a different way: it drives them to release a similar chilly, devilish aura and makes them become more powerful in a fight. Over time Gian gets several additional nicknames, and all have something to do with ‘devil’. And I don’t not how I came up with this, but Ivan, bernardo and Luchino also get their own monnikers (not to mention Lyod and Joshua too).

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  3. Trish
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 21:04:17

    Yeah, I agree, he’s just pretty much as laid back about things as can be without crossing that treshold to ignorance. ❤

    Ivan's hit me as the worst. That's just ouch all around. Giulio's, the non-bittersweet one, is decidedly the ickiest, but well, don't do drugs, kids, or your friends'll end up SPOILERSPOILERSPOILEReatingyaSPOILER. <_<
    And yeah, seems like Gian's having a lot of doubts throughout Bernardo's route. But the worst ending with him just had me go O___________O and then NOOOOOOOOOO, while not "oh gawd what went wrong here stop it you two jesus o shit that's even worse when will it stop" as Ivan's, it's really fucking cruel. Can't we talk about the happy ones? With roses and unicorns and rainbows and shit? I'll have nightmares. :'<

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    • Trish
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 21:08:32

      …considering the recent news about that funny bathsalt drug, what I said about Giulio’s route seems morbidly accurate. XD
      And I really need to work on my Luchino love. Replaying his route now. 😀

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    • terracannon876
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 21:42:43

      …This thread should come with a spoiler tag XDDD

      I liked most of the others … as in, I accepted them. But Ivan’s…yeesh.

      OK OK, enough of that before we spoil the world of everything.

      In other news, I found new LD AMVs, so I’ll hopefully get them up by the weekend ends. There’s spoilers for LHL and some for IFG, though, so not sure if you’d want to watch. (Omg, Dark!Gian… You are awesome…)

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      • Trish
        Jun 23, 2012 @ 21:53:23

        Probably :D:D

        Yeah. I skipped most of it. I feel for you bro, having to translate it. >__<

        WOOO! Yesss, I'd love to see them! ❤ I played both LHL and IFG to completion (thanks to those nifty inbuilt cheats <_<), but unfortunately the text hook I use to extract the text and look up words spazzed out during both games so I have but the slightest idea of all the magnificent plots. :< DO ENLIGHTEN ME.

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        • terracannon876
          Jun 23, 2012 @ 21:56:03

          …Uh, well. IFG, I’m just going to say … Bernardo should never come near a script book and a typewriter ever again. Wtf was that.

          LHL … was very interesting. Amusing. And enlightening. It always seems like Ivan’s routes are the “true” routes, too, since they always lead to much more information beyond the series. For example, Ivan’s route in LD leads to what happens years after the events in the game. Ivan’s route in LHL leads to what could very well be the start of GD!Gian.

          I am a proud supporter of GianGian even though it makes no sense.

          I shall not enlighten you. You shall wait until you read the translations for those games!! …Maybe XD (Or I could just start emailing you instead.)

          btw, I’ve been curious for a while now, but what time zone do you live in?

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      • Trish
        Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:05:31

        yes it is :3 and it’s 4:05am over here xD

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      • Trish
        Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:07:21

        DINGDINGDING, 100 points for the first answer :DD You live in the United States, right?

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 13:48:41

        Why don’t you take a wild guess where I live? And, no, it’s not Sweden or Germany.

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  4. Trish
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:03:54

    WAT. I TOTALLY MISSED OUT ON THAT. DAMN EVERYTHING. TRISH SMASH. *roar*

    Oh gawd GD Gian I find so hard to wrap my head around! I don’t want him to abandon the CR:5 damnit. ;_; Meh.
    I’m not quite sure whether you mean GianxNobody by GianGian, or GianxGian. I approve of everything in any case.

    So, hm, I’ll have to pick, THE LATTER. It would also be much more convenient when we’re talking prompts and plot bunnies. :3 *nudgenudge* No?
    I’ll hit the hay for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow~ ❤

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    • terracannon876
      Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:04:47

      Is your email the one listed when you comment?

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    • Li
      Jun 26, 2012 @ 13:54:05

      Although it’ll be creepy, sad and very much annoying when we see Gian abandon the CR:5, it does give nice opportunities to very interesting situations. I have personally been hoping to see a scene where Gian messes with his former comrades’ heads as well as seeing how the characters on both sides of the betrayal are affected. Aren’t you the least a bit curious about that?

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      • terracannon876
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 14:05:44

        Hmmm … I was more thinking of how the others would react to a GD Gian if he’d been with them from the start. He’s not the kind of person who’d betray his allegiances after he has one, so “switching” sides would be unlikely.

        …And of course we’re all curious, bweheheheehe.

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      • Trish
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 14:21:05

        I’ll admit, interesting. Very, very interesting. While I’m hoping for more of a situation that terra described, the mindfuck could be glorious indeed. Although. Giulio’d be the one sent after Gian were he to defect and this just does not compute. With me. Probably not with him either. He’d self-destruct. So would I. Poor bby. u_u
        Reminds me of that scene in Luchino’s route in LHL… <__<

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 14:42:24

        I hadn’t really thought of that yet, but… that’ll be glorious either way. In the end, it will come down to one simple question for everyone: ‘Do you love Gian enough?’ As in if they value Gian higher than their familia. I have this feeling that rather that one or two routes in which Gian betrays the CR:5, it might host many more routes that involve different characters either following him or choosing to stay and fight. The pinnacle of ‘good evil’ routes (Good ending, evil route. In this case evil can be good lol) being one where everyone changes sides to follow him and together they crush their former familia. As you might’ve guessed, the other side of that (ending can be either) is the route where no one follows him.

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      • Trish
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 14:58:33

        Urgh. Just thinking about it. asdjasfadskl;
        Now, if everyone followed him… I dig that scenario. Although it’s highly unlikely, there are new characters to be romanced I thought…? I don’t know though. In any case, speculation is always good. I’d like that. Being a backstabbing asshat gets you all you ever wanted in your life. Pedagogical value: Negative. But high. At least highly negative. Still, FUN. Also, kind of what the GD always were about from CR:5’s viewpoint, so there’s definitely continuity… I like it! 8DD

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 15:22:42

        I’ve been secretly getting excited at the thought of Gian not only betraying, but also becoming corrupted (or should I add ‘more’ before corrupted?) or showing his true colors (in case he was planning it all along) to a manipulative, backstabbing, bastard mastermind. Of course he would still be as cheerful, humorous, funny and lucky as always, only slightly (?) more evil. He’d gloat while taunting his former comrades on everything he dislikes/hates about them and rip open their old wounds with his words, as he adds that he never said these kinds of things when he was on their side because either he (still) cared back then or just didn’t want to get into trouble. (I know, I’m rambling.)
        That’d make an awesome evil Gian. A perfect counterpart to our normal, lucky, friendly, foolish, seducing-everyone-without-meaning-it (etc) Gian.

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      • Trish
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 15:27:45

        *stares at you with jaw unhinged* …. *blinks* … YOU KNOW WHAT *ehem* You know what, I have the most awesomest idea. WRITE THAT. *shoves you into tiny cupboard reserved for writers who really need to deliver me their headcanon* WRITE IT AND IF YOU HAVE TO CALL IT “RAMBLING”. IN WRITING. I have cookies and arts. And an army no not really but I can pout very loudly.

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 15:42:52

        Eherm. I have never written a fanfic before, although I have plenty of ideas. I’m honored though to be asked to write that idea that’s been running wild in my head (and making a mess of my thoughts while it’s at it). If you really are that excited, maybe I’ll try to write a small piece… But before that, I’ve got a bunch of more ideas to discuss (and possibly fangirl) with you over.

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 15:50:05

        I don’t mind either way. However, I think’it’d be nice to leave stuff here to dicuss about. Then others might get inspired too.

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      • Li
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 16:07:19

        Damn. Being sleepy is compromising my ability to spell. It’s about time for me to sleep. Good night. I’ll be back with more possible fic plots tomorrow.

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      • Trish
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 16:10:58

        LAST I TOLD YOU TO GET A CHATBOX YOU SAID IT’S IMPOSSIBRUUUU XDD tho now you see the merit, eh? I do have good ideas once in a while. *buffs nails* (i know you didn’t disagree with me, I’m being silly. JUST LET ME HAVE THISsss)

        Hahaha, well, we COULD email, I don’t mind. Or aim. I got aim too. But I don’t mind the comment section either, of course. I feel at home here by now. ‘s cozy. ‘s got my butt print right in my favorite spot and I know where I put stuff and where to find the cutlery and everything o look something shiny yes hello add back on topic. EHEM.
        In any case, yes, I very much would love for you to write your ideas down. What can I say. I draw, so I’m a sucker for writers by nature. (WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER.)

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      • Trish
        Jun 26, 2012 @ 16:11:34

        Oh, and good night!! c:

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  5. Trish
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 22:09:43

    sleep tight later on ❤ *is ded asleepz*

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  6. Li
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 17:11:09

    To be honest, I have been practicing to draw long than I’ve been practicing to write, so I’m not a true writer (is that even correct? lol). Since you’ve responded so enthusiastically to my evil Gian idea, I will write a tiny piece about it. If liked, I will write more. How about that? (You can do drawings for it if you’d like, Trish.)
    BTW, I’ve got more ideas. The first:

    After certain crazy events Gian ends up having a twin son and daughter that are exactly like him, in both looks and personality. They are brats as bad as he was, only they are (at least) twice the trouble. What’s worse, they’ve also inherited his luck. Will that mean the number of insane situations Gian finds himself in will triple?

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    • Trish
      Jun 28, 2012 @ 09:03:54

      Sounds like crack, and crack is always good! 8DD
      You go first, I say, and then I’ll see what comes out of my pencils. ^__^

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  7. Li
    Jun 28, 2012 @ 15:20:24

    I’ve begun writing. The title will be: ‘The world is not enough’ and it has no pairing. I’ll accept suggestions or opinions about how and which characters will follow Gian. I think I’ll have the GD brought down by Gian too…
    Terra, I was thinking, can this story be placed on this site when it’s done? I don’t really know what else to do with it. It’ll be my contribution in place of a drawing.

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    • terracannon876
      Jun 28, 2012 @ 18:08:38

      If you want, I’d be happy to. One of my original ideas was to gather stories of friends here too, although they haven’t really agreed since.

      You sure you don’t want to put it under ff.net too?

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  8. Li
    Jun 29, 2012 @ 16:36:34

    I can’t say that I won’t in the future, but for the time being I’m not planning to upload this story anywhere else. By the way, I don’t even have a ff.net account, and this is my first fanfic. I only ask that you put me as the author of the fic, but on second thought I suppose I’m stating the obvious. On a side note: I’m about one-third done now.

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  9. Dita Restia
    Sep 13, 2016 @ 23:10:33

    sorry for a dumb question :’) do the 3rd anniversary contain only visual novel not the manga?

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    • terracannon876
      Sep 13, 2016 @ 23:14:57

      Anniversary 3 was only short stories (i.e., not even visual novel; just novel). I … think there was a short manga one-shot, but that’s it. It was the chapter where Puu was introduced.

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      • Blackdeep
        Sep 14, 2016 @ 03:08:51

        wow, thank you so much for info, ahahaha i want to collect Lucky dog stuff :’) but if pure novel it will be useless for me, because i can’t even understand one words lol

        Anyway glad find this blog, i will be patiently waiting for your update \0/

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