Writers blog:

Discovered the faggatory of mass effect 3. Ah sorry, I meant bioware. Blame the god damn greedy developers, not the franchise or the games themselves.

We promised 16 different endings! And In all of them, the mass relays explode! This means that all those aliens that join the war? They are stuck on earth, and they will either die since they have nothing to eat, kill humans to eat humans, or wage war between each other due to lack of resources.

Good going bioware. Good going.

As usual.

Italic words are internal thoughts.


Chapter 3: Magic warrior Keima-kun,

It was akin to a dawn of a new beginning. The heavens stopped the rain, pouring down the sun's light, brilliantly illuminating the capturing God as he freed another girl from the clutches of an evil spirit. His partner, Elsie would capture it in that odd containment jar that she carried around. Pausing to inspect the event, he nodded satisfactory to himself as he fished out his PFP. A small puff of smoke, and it turned into his celestial robe. He was surprised to find that it felt soaked, and worked to wring water out of it.

As usual, Elsie would handle the 'clean up', which would mean that she will send Chihiro home and erase her memories. Honestly, Keima wasn't to sure if it was such a wise idea to let her handle such a task, but she assured him that it was handled by another 'department' in hell, and all that she is doing is marking the memories that needs to be erased, in order of importance.

"Another spirit captured! Kami-nii sama, good work." Landing with a soft thud, Elsie, would kneel down, taking the unconscious body of Chihiro with her magic robe.

"Hmm? Oh yes. Good work." He spoke turning the cloth back into his PFP and playing it as he walked away. "I'll head home then. Don't disturb me."

"Alright. Bye Kami-nii sama! Good luck with your flying training!"

"Idiot! Who said anything about that!"


Walking slowly into his room, he moved to his gaming chair and rested, Love Plus playing in his hands. Yet his mind wasn't on the game, but thinking elsewhere, on these events.

'What will happen to me? If everyone in this reality is this hard, what would happen? It was lucky of me that I managed to capture Chihiro but…'

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

'Well, never mind that. But what about Sora? Is this some sort of Galge game, with me the hero protagonist and her the one time mention side character, whom gives the main hero some purpose in life? Am I to investigate, to find for her disappearance? Even though the game was bad, a girl with that long of a hair would attract a lot of attention in reality, yet not a single post can be found.'

'Well, this isn't Sharin no Kuni. Elsie's to bright a character, so she will be fine. There will probably be a fandisk with her in one of the routes, perhaps a h-scene where I dream about her. Wait, why am I thinking of reality as a game?'

He gazed at the screen, replying 'No, you shouldn't buy that dress' towards the red haired female.
'But still…. This hagoromo*. It's proof that magic exists in humans. This reality really is terrible. Not content to make me more involved in it, it even lures me by giving me powers. Yet, with this gift, I'm forever doomed to train, or one day face a danger flag that I can't get past. I swore to not get bad ends unless I am aiming for 100% completion, and real life has no save and reloads.'

"Haa…" he sighed to himself, turning his PFP back into a robe and floated above his chair. He extended his will over the cloth, willing it to levitate the six game controllers before him. He braced himself, lifting both hands high into the air and akin to a pianist, smashed the buttons in such skill and manner, anyone whom watches would notice after images.

'Still, this is convenient! If I use my hagoromo, I can play six games without God of conquest mode, and twelve with! Thank you! Sora, for giving me such a gift. Thank you, game for releasing new singles every month. A world of infinite endings!'

This was not a show. This was not a hobby. This is his lifestyle, this is what defines him, who he is. For he is the capturing god, the otoshigami, that even devils rely on.


They say that when a person wishes for something so hard, they obtain abilities beyond measure, a limit break, if you will.

"Love plus First edition… There's still some copies around? I must have it!"

He flew high in the air, dashing past houses and trees and ignoring the wind swirling around his ears.

"Kami nii sama! So- So fast! A-Wait for me!"

"You don't have to come!"

"I have to be with you, though."

"Hymm." Spotting his destination, Keima Katsuragi dove towards the ground, landing with a soft tap in front of the game store. His expression was gob smacked though, as there was a close sign at the shop.

"It will reopen at 1Pm? That's two hours from now!" He kicked a stone in frustration, and with nothing else to do, he allowed Elsie to coax him into a different game store.

Wandering in with her broomstick, she was pleasantly surprised at the size of the store, taking in the new experience."Wow, this store is also a game store. So many games."

"Well, it is the biggest game store in this area." Looking around, he spotted a poster. "RETRO GAME FAIR! 1 PM. FIND THE GAMES YOU WANT, GUARANTEED!"

"Bigger stores are really different, aren't they? The shelves here all have the same game."

"What are you talking about? They're all different."

"But aren't they all the same?"

Galge games are all the same, another ignorant person. Keima could remember the last time he had to educate someone, but that was through his website. Bracing his anger back, he reminded himself that Elsie was a devil before answering. With this retro fair happening at the same time with the sale, he will need someone to help him buy the game, and since she is here, he could make good use of the situation.

"Of course not! You should learn more about games! This is a good chance. I'll teach you about them now." He reached over, grasping her shoulders tightly as he looked into her eyes. "If I think about it, up until now, I have been avoiding you. I want you to know about me! Therefore, you must know more about games."

The poor cute little sister devil couldn't help but blush as she starred into her idol's eyes. She was slow to comprehend his words, and could only nod with a 'Yes'.

"Then, while I got o this fair, while I go here, I want you to buy. Yes. I want you to go ahead and buy "Love tear's First edition and bring the game to me."

And thus, the urgent lesson began.


"The 2d has won against the real. A new century has begun!"

Applause broke off in the store, slow at first, but growing every second as fellow gamers came to watch the short movie that Keima had projected. They went up to him, shaking his hand and sharing in humble talk. Yet, there was one in this crowd that shocked him. Sora Asuka had came up and shook his hand. She had changed her hairstyle from the last time he saw her, only having hair of shoulder length. Her dress code has also changed, becoming something more humble, a simple skirt and a yellow top. If it wasn't for her bright blue eyes, a rarity in Japan, Keima could have easily overlooked her.

She spoke to him as he unconsciously tensed up, soft words that he guarded against. "Ano… I don't really understand. If 2d has won against the real…. Then have I won?"

"Well. It's not certain. After all, there's a question of how you managed to escape. Furthermore, the reason you are here. You are a spirit, aren't you?" Keima would whisper. "You should leave, go home. There is a soul reaper here."

"Keima-kun… No. I won't leave. And don't worry about me. I'm not a spirit. I'm a real person now." Her expression was happy, and she beamed up at him.

Taken aback, he looked away before remembering the art book that she left. He turned his PFP into the familiar green sketchbook that she held. "Well, I can't force you. Do as you wish. This art book, it belongs to you. It is important, isn't it?"

"Keima-kun, that's my gift to you. Keep it. It is important to me. Yes. I am glad that you keep it important to you as well."

"Honestly, using the celestial robe for something like this… Kami-nii sama. If possible, please explain it so that even a demon can understand. Ora? Ah, you look familiar."

"Hmm, me? I'm Sora Shibuya. Pleased to meet you. Are you Keima's sister?"

"Ah, hai. I am Elsie Katsuragi. Pleased to meet you."

The lone male watched the two girls chat for a few moments, raising a palm to push his glasses up. 'She really is an idiot.' He thought to himself. Well, if she is unaware, he will have to tell her later. For now, Love Plus first edition, he must get it!

"Hey hey, Elsie focus. Right now, we're in the midst of educating you about Gal games. In a gal game, everyone has the same face. This is called Hankoe, I'll tell you the difference! It's in the story, the personality, the Cg art and the ending. Everyone has the same face, but, they are all vastly different at the same time."

Spending more than an hour, he educated Elsie and Sora about the wonders and mechanics of gal game. Bringing her from shelf to shelf, he briefly talked about the characters in them with much passion and much joy. And all throughout, the blue haired Sora followed, watching him with a silent smile.

"The fundamentals have now been completed! How about it? Do you want to buy one?"

"No problem, Kami sama! I will not make a mistake! I will buy the "Love Tear's first edition!"

"Wow, it seems you have some spirit now Elsee!"

"Yes! I do! I'm always being helped with the escaped spirits, so… it is my duty to repay you sometime. If I fail, I'm ready to die!" The flaming background behind her conveyed her seriousness to the anime audience.

"Wow! You seem so reliable now! But I'll die as well, let's not go that far. The Multi tasking plan begins now!"

The duo split up, with Keima going alone to the retro fair, and Elsie going to the opening shop. Sora looked at them both, but decided to follow Elsie in her task.


"Hey, Elsie-chan. How is Keima-kun like?"

"Keima? He's really dependable. He helps me a lot. Aha… He's also very cool, and knows what to do no matter the situation. Even in the worst case scenario, Keima is the sort of person who will not panic and make the right choice." Looking between the two different covers of Love plus, Elsie finally settled on the more expensive one.

"Is that so… but what about this PFP that he carries?"

"Hm that? I don't really understand it, but Kami-nii sama always plays it. He even plays it in school! Though he gets beaten up by it. But he still does. He's strong that way still… it's a little creepy. Ah Mr cashier, this please."

"I see…"

"Ah Mr Cashier! That game behind your head! That one, that one, it's love tear's first edition right?"

For his credit, he looked confused before turning behind him. "Ah ms lady, this is an anime, not a game. Love tear first edition is this one that you probably hold right now. I'll pack it up neatly for you."

"Ah is that so? My bad.. Ahahaha…"

Giggling softly to herself, Sora would back away from her. "Well Elsi-chan. I got to go now, hope we can meet again soon. Goodbye."

"Ah, Sora-chan, Bye!

Walking out of the store, the blue haired girl easily navigated past the many streets of the area, slipping into the shadows of the buildings as she went into a back alley. Another female, short blond haired and glasses stood nearby, and she spoke as Sora walked past her. "Is it done?"

Her steps stopped as she turned around to look back, and the smile on her lips grew wide, showing more teeth then necessary. "Not yet, Not yet. We still have plenty of time after all. Let me play around for a little more, okay?"

Her speaker returned a sneer and a scoff. Do whatever you wish, just remember the contract.

"I know, I know. Find the goddess right? You don't have to remind me."

Sora didn't wait for a reply, striding off instead into the darkness.


Author's notes:

*kami nomi (dot) wi kia. .com/wiki/Hagoromo

I listen to anime in Japanese, and dear god, I wish I could write in Japanese as well. Haha.

Sharin no Kuni is absolutely amazing. The route that I connected to the most? The one where the girl fails to paint.

Hmm… Harem party has one of the best bad ends ever. I think the bad ends are superior to the good ends, in fact. All of them. But dear god, the ditz characterization. Personal preference but I dislike such a personality.