[It's the last day of the event, and Ling has protected his prize lady well. The reeking meatloaf is currently on a plate, covered in something resembling saran wrap but obviously not quite as effective. He couldn't eat his beautiful lover and thus has resorted to a bit of hunting. But he couldn't leave her behind either. What if someone ate her, ( Read more... )

[The video is broadcasting from within a dimly lit, colorfully decorated room. The Temple of Heaven's Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Ling is sitting comfortably on the floor next to a fire.]

Well, well! I wasn't expecting this. No gnomes this time?

Ahahah! Haha. Haaaaa...

...

I'd kill for a cinnamon bun.

[And off the feed goes.]

[It takes a special kind of person to see a small child sitting on top of a giant, carnivorous turkey's head and think, "There's only one thing missing from this equation! A harness ( Read more... )

[The video turns on to one Ling Yao, laying out on the floor of a shop that looks to be stocked with various cooking utensils. His limbs are stretched out wide as if attempting to make a snow angel minus the snow, and he has several pillows beneath and surrounding him. He's staring up at the ceiling with intense concentration, and after a moment, ( Read more... )

[  When the video begins rolling, it's not Ling on the screen. It's Yano Kenta. A replay of his rain dance. Once that's done, the video pans over an abandoned shop before reaching the sadly open window (that refuses to shut) which is letting in large amounts of wind and sand. Ling doesn't appear, but his following question holds some amount of ( Read more... )

[ Ling is sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking surprisingly content considering the mistletoe hanging above him. He's taken this newly found free time to scroll through the PCD's contents and has only just now begun to realize what all is happening with the soldiers and supposed murder. Now that he wasn't so busy with trying not to faint ( ( Read more... )