Fanfics and Sponsor deliberation
Um, this was mostly brought about while I was working on K's profile the other day. >.>
Title: What’s In a Name
Fandom: King of Fighters
Character/POV: K’/1st person
Spoilers?: None
Rating: PG for swearing
Summary: You now know why K’ doesn’t give a shit about anything.
Names. Something that people call others by, whether they be given to them by their parents or a nickname given through friends.
They’re a way of telling us apart.
At least, that’s what they always told us.
There isn’t much that I can remember from my childhood, it was stolen by those bastards at NESTS. The only thing I had was my codename: K’. Also known as K Prime, the ‘prototype’ in the mass cloning project that they wanted to perform to use the Kusanagi flame in an attempt to take over the world.
In the beginning, I wanted to know who I was before I had become what I am. I knew that I wasn’t always like this; I wasn’t always someone who could manipulate flames and had to wear a limiter to keep the flames from consuming me. I’d try and sneak into the computer rooms, get data on myself and the other ‘subjects’ to try and find out who exactly I was.
They never let me even have a chance to find it.
Of course, I was always the rebellious one of the group, and they knew that. I was punished many times for it, but I didn’t care. Maybe that was the beginning of my apathy toward the world.
I didn’t care to the point that I did. I didn’t want to be stuck in that depressing hellhole, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be dancing to some dumbass’s puppet strings for the rest of my existence, unlike most of the others that were there.
Before I had defected from NESTS once and for all, I made one last attempt to find out who I really was. It was as fruitless as the last attempts; however, I learned something from it.
Something that has been my credo ever since then, the words that I live by. After seeing those damn words, in capitols and in blaring red, I stopped caring. Why was my past so important anyway? If it was worth remembering, it would’ve been, even if they had supposedly pulled ‘memory wipes’ on all of us that were brought in.
Worrying about the past was only gonna bring us pain. Look toward the future, that’s what seemed to matter...
Or some shit like that. I’m not much of one for inspiring speeches. Mostly because I don’t care.
In other news, I've narrowed down my choices for LP, but with the addition of one new character (and I completely blame Mith and Puel for this one): Arashi Kishuu from X.
So, sponsorship list is as follows:
K'
Arashi
Ban
Yuusuke
Title: What’s In a Name
Fandom: King of Fighters
Character/POV: K’/1st person
Spoilers?: None
Rating: PG for swearing
Summary: You now know why K’ doesn’t give a shit about anything.
Names. Something that people call others by, whether they be given to them by their parents or a nickname given through friends.
They’re a way of telling us apart.
At least, that’s what they always told us.
There isn’t much that I can remember from my childhood, it was stolen by those bastards at NESTS. The only thing I had was my codename: K’. Also known as K Prime, the ‘prototype’ in the mass cloning project that they wanted to perform to use the Kusanagi flame in an attempt to take over the world.
In the beginning, I wanted to know who I was before I had become what I am. I knew that I wasn’t always like this; I wasn’t always someone who could manipulate flames and had to wear a limiter to keep the flames from consuming me. I’d try and sneak into the computer rooms, get data on myself and the other ‘subjects’ to try and find out who exactly I was.
They never let me even have a chance to find it.
Of course, I was always the rebellious one of the group, and they knew that. I was punished many times for it, but I didn’t care. Maybe that was the beginning of my apathy toward the world.
I didn’t care to the point that I did. I didn’t want to be stuck in that depressing hellhole, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be dancing to some dumbass’s puppet strings for the rest of my existence, unlike most of the others that were there.
Before I had defected from NESTS once and for all, I made one last attempt to find out who I really was. It was as fruitless as the last attempts; however, I learned something from it.
Something that has been my credo ever since then, the words that I live by. After seeing those damn words, in capitols and in blaring red, I stopped caring. Why was my past so important anyway? If it was worth remembering, it would’ve been, even if they had supposedly pulled ‘memory wipes’ on all of us that were brought in.
Worrying about the past was only gonna bring us pain. Look toward the future, that’s what seemed to matter...
Or some shit like that. I’m not much of one for inspiring speeches. Mostly because I don’t care.
In other news, I've narrowed down my choices for LP, but with the addition of one new character (and I completely blame Mith and Puel for this one): Arashi Kishuu from X.
So, sponsorship list is as follows:
K'
Arashi
Ban
Yuusuke