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HMD
Here be-eth Book/Jiraiya's HMD Post. The following rules apply like always~
1. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed. If you have suggestions on how I can improve, those are always welcomed. "You suck" doesn't count. Anon comments are enabled to make things easier.
2. No insults/flames, please.
3. Plot suggestions. I'm always up for those. Or ( Read more... ) -
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It was raining, and he was wet, splattered with mud, and there was a man in front of him, ghost-pale skin and ink black hair, with purple rings around his eyes, saying something.
"Hmph. I'm not going back to that worthless village."
Not going back to where? Why? The man was important to him for some reason. Important to him and someone else. He ( Read more... ) -
26th Page
It appears I'm back in spandex again. Much better than the rainbow uniform, so I can deal with this without looking like a blender full of paint was thrown on me. I'm quite used to it now. I'm fairly sure I should be doing or saying something heroic to go with the outfit, however. Maybe go from house to house and offer my services. Except that ( Read more... ) -
25th Page
So the Wilderness is blank again, it rains popcorn (which I approve of, thank you Sphere), and I'm dressed in spandex. [cue a little doodle of him standing on top of a building with imaginary wind blowing his cape.] All in all, I don't really mind this. I apologize for my absence on the journals, I was working on my novel. By the way, Bell, Rick, ( Read more... ) -
24th Page
I've been surrounded by fireflies, turned into a pony, and the Wilderness is being weird again. And we have so many new people running around it's hard to keep track of who's going and who's coming.
If anyone needs me, I'll be in the back of the store, stocking up on the new stuff. I'm armed and dangerous with heavy novels, approach at your own risk ( Read more... ) -
23rd page
[there is a little doodle of Book's head with a dragon sitting on it, then the usual chicken scratch writing.] It rained soda again, and the ants are back, and the little dragons are gone. Which is a shame, I liked mine. Harold was pleasant company, despite his tendencies to sit on my head all the time and eat whatever he could find.[yes, he named ( Read more... ) -
22nd page
You know, I probably shouldn't be so amused that the little squirt guns we received not only kill ants, but shoot paint and other things. I may have hit a few ants with something that's pinkish and sticky, but smells sweet. [namely, pink soda.] It killed it, which is a good thing, but since the ants are very slow and sick looking, I don't suppose ( Read more... ) -
21st page
[there's several doodles on the page, ranging from rabbits to books to little frogs and toads. finally, Book begins to write.] Hello again, Sphere people. I apologize for my silence, it wasn't intentional. If I worried anyone, I apologize again, especially to my brother. I don't really have a good reason for disappearing either.
Still, to all ( Read more... ) -
20th Page
[Book's usual scratchy handwriting appears on the journals, more of a barely readable scrawl than anything.] Have given up sleep for a little bit longer. Can't sleep anyway, too tired. Will try to rest again soon, but sheep are gone, good thing. Too many rainbows, gets in your head. Don't like it.
Will close bookstore just in case, can take orders ( Read more... ) -
19th page
Is everything back to normal now? That is, what passes for normal around here. All those people running around, feels like it's a scene right of a very weird novel.
I like the quiet in the current Wilderness. Not much to do, but it's good to be alone with your thoughts once in a while. The tower's a little confusing until you get the hang of ( Read more... )