Read or Die SOULTAKER

by Mun.Pelana

I'm a bad writer. I'm a bad writer. I don't like Cevn. I don't like Isilblius. I already wrote this before. I'm lazy. It's complete. Supposedly. But if you take this down, please at least read it.

READ or DIE Soultaker ''The Finalizationalizationalism of Trial by Tenderness''

by Love's Sweet Penance, Lust's Shameless Escape, Care. To Tread the Past

This is because I went to war with D'Ni 2 = Myst 3 = Quantum Physics

That's it, I can't do this anymore. I'm in a madhouse as I write this. Ceven bragged that he created psychiatry to keep the claptrap down. He had logorinthy but you can't automate virtue, logosophics. After writing that on a piece of paper here I found the word I needed. All these voices. Why would a bunch of characters care about someone far away and all of them at the same time, that make no sense, unless you're a character yourself and maybe if there was a system of communication set in place. That word found, if used you could get to something that was beyond true and beyond real the reality behind the true story where no character has to die or be hurt. Perceptualism, Experientialism. I forgot most of the words I came up with years ago. I lost all my hard drives. So many people... The Controllers of the Sleeping Suns, The Sin On High Herressiarchy. Unavaata. Progedara. Valkeare of the Maze of Hope.

Did you write your fanfiction well? Logical errors? The truth behind the story? Can you drink well of memory and find yourself at home? Actually there? Just a fan of your own work? What are fans? What's fanfiction? An old teacher who I discovered, as far as I can tell, originated in the story your English teacher probably once threw at you, "Brave New World," said that '...fiction is lies that help reveal the truth.' It's a coverup.

Enime's mostly fake and it hates everything. Including itself. Anime. We all know that. Except you don't know that Anime is always watching the news... Yeap they watch the news. Onime, is like Honored-Sah! And Oooooo! And Owned! And always On. Always going. Honime is honorable, truly. Hanime is really mmmrhm, Well it feels good for some people and for other they don't get much. Unime is self-destructive, but if they're lucky they go to space after joining together the nations. There are others and I don't want to talk about them.

Basically, that bastard Cevn the Ava meditated in his drug trips. Cevn's main base is a magic mushroom. Somewhere. In a forest I guess. In vision looked kinda like a smurf house, but that's just a metaphoric shield, I dunno. Cevn watches TV in there. Every pore of the goddamn mushroom is a window to another anime. When I discovered this I wrote a poem immediately, and some few reviewers from Trial by Tenderness found themselves in there with him while they were at home sleeping or were taking drugs of their own. A little get together in the dark, Cevn on a couch pointing. People in bed, awake, calling others on cell phones. Cevn pointing. Light shining. Anime everywhere. People getting into animes. Or walking by. Only a few reached the Mushroom House though. Eventually I saw Cevn in terror. He didn't want to be touched. He broke. He was just a part of the mushroom. Kissed and a part. Into the dream. The Dream Warrior. Why a poem? There are many wicked ways in the west my darling Clementine. How many won their way? Who continues to watch?

My family is bad. I'm pretty bad too, but the Good do say, if you want to be good, you Are kinda good. I knew that after I passed a certain point of experience I knew that everything that happened Before, I'd only view as a story. My first memories were strange.

Do you even know your own story.

I realized years after writing a few things, lists, maps, and outlines. Wait if They were on those continents and Aesar and Rucei are real secret countries, what valid claim do the Meisarim have on the genesis of humanity? The modern eras the modern era but the medieval era's ancient era isn't even really that ancient if that's the case. That's not Earth though, though the Earth System has been used many times. Waterveil Watervale Aerenvale and so on...

It's actually, Aa Megami-Sama.

At the turning of time to time from the magic battles leading to the terrestrial and stellar separation of the Great War and World War II and long before even, Mrs. Goods engendered a young Stan Lee to help cast MARVEL as the mages of Vertigo began D.C. Direct Comics the Infenesture began to align. Marvel's Infiniverse finally began to come into composition. But there were other gatherings of course.

Point of Earth summation was Creation and The World(s) - owned by an upside down Greek Omega. Friedrich Nietzsche believed in an eternal recurrence, but he was usually the god he felled as if he were an athena out of his own head. The plot was forwarding. The Cosmos. The Planes were in their arraignment. The realms were receiving their bureaucracies and governments as the alien humans began to puzzle. The universe they called it. Then it was just the galaxy. Then the universes. Of course before they knew of the universes there already was fashioned the Otherverse.

Marvel's Infiniverse was beginning to rush forward. The DC verses didn't like that, as old men from the east began to look ahead to the bilious clouding horizon they found the ages of the past and found something new or something true. After all, many nations disappeared at the end. Many countries than are counted in history books or maps are rent away from human history after those days. Only the Japanese kept faith. To the rest, it was called Earth. But to them, they called it, I don't understand, "Mother?" O-TakU ''O'' Great or Honored, Talking? Universitas. Learning. Coming and Going. Music. Number. Control. Numberlessness. The Otaku.

I don't like to talk about the 60's but mine was the Love 60's.

The finality of the planes began to be formed. I am told there are 200,000 of them. Gygax began DnD the White Wolf began to run and the Primals began to arise. Marvel was supposedly complete. The Grand Planescape was completing. In the 70's the conjectures of the otaku were from to Destiny and Dream lead a way dreamers and destinies. Supposedly Kiryuiin Satsuki sat somewhere on a hill and proved that you could commit suicide by overimbibing on alcohol. Supposedly. There were still mad capers in the street. Young men and women wearing capes. An evil cult, the Process Church of the Final Judgment. Eris against the Sub-Genii. They thought they lived in the real world. But were they real?

The Book 1984 was defeated by the Otaku, at a price. In a jungly place the words were spoken, "The sun is death." In a hospital, an uncle said, "Death to Death!" In a house in Japan a Japanese child-princess spoke the words, "Kill the Sun." Somewhere far beyond the reach of humanity, Death opened his yellow eyes and said, "That's a glitch."

Humanity was doomed. Perhaps the Zoelor watched. Perhaps the Daicon had already flown? But Earth was in the bloom of fire. A demon prince was borne forward. I don't want to believe it. Baal walked the remains of Earth. Prinny Tyrant Baal. The Demons arose. They looked at the wretched ashen remains of the human planet. It took many years and much research to clue together what happened or even what humans really were. There were plenty of pictures, paintings and photos all over though. Books and relics. Two demons in challenge to Baal were giant locusts, the Majaba, eventually slain. And, Ana. Ana a wind and dust demon of absolute bastardy. "Honor! Honor." It toned.

Christ arrived and in tears and bloody murder cried to wonder what happened to Earth. He was like a wizard of light and command in the sky. Many arguments were had between Christ and Baal and the rest. But they made their accord. According to the times of Disgaea which netherworlds aren't supposed to mention the name of, it took 15 billion years of calculation, design, formulation, research and work to restore all human history and civilization. Of course no one knows if it was a perfect replication... But the demonic matrixes' did their work.

This became known as the Verse I event. Where everyone could have a chance.

Baal's only wish was to go on a date with a certain succubus.

My first memories were strange. I wore a tattered Dune Shirt playing with blocks on the tile linoleum floor of the kitchen as I began to notice my mother out on the balcony watering the plants. With glee I arose and shut the sliding glass door on her. She was distraught with alarm as I just laughed. She cried and I laughed. I grew sleepy and fell asleep on the floor. I was told later that in fear of what I might do to myself alone in the house she jumped off the balcony to the pavement.

I was with a Chinese girl wearing white in my room, We were both looking at the static on the TV. "Look! Bugs!" I said. She didn't seem to see it. We began to jump up and down on the bed laughing wildly tearing the bed cover off and leaving the mattress upturned against the wall. Our parents were approaching and her Chinese mom seeing an omen didn't want our families to remain together anymore.

I was in the car with my mom and dad. My mom said we were buying a new house. There was a lot of wood stacked up in the dining room. I liked growing up there.

My mother was an interesting person. She always said she was stupid, and, that she didn't understand people very well. She always told me I was the worst of all liars. She always told me I was the laziest. I guess she didn't believe me when I told her I loved her. I did love her. I would wait on her every word and believe everything she said. She told me she loved me. She was overbearing, oppressive and invasive in word and action. Every time she was disobeyed too many times she would act like she was dying. She was dying because I was killing her. She told me that I was killing her. Insanely telling me that I was killing her. A child can never agree to that. A child can never understand that. Truth tellers can never tell truth to liars. I would always believe her. I'd cry and cry and she'd look ahead listlessly staring and then look me in the eye and tell me that she'd forgive me. One more time. That she'd choose to love me. One more time. I actually believed that somehow, she was right and I was killing her, but I didn't know how I was doing that, since I had no malicious intent and only loved her. I did believe her though. Someone's been playing with me. This is a bad paragraph.

My mom always tried to dress me. I knew how to dress myself. I could dress myself, and the way I wanted. But instead. No. Dress like this. Wear your shoes like this. Put These pants on. With this shirt! I was treated like a stupid little prince. But more like a doll. For that I really related to Asuka Sohryu Langeley. My mother just wanted a toy to play with and control. Sometimes my mom would talk about the blackouts back home. That people would disappear in the night. My mom's side of the family was a lot like the mafia. She's call her son's to her side whenever the female relatives were visiting. They'd hold us at arm's length and have us kiss their hands as if they were queens or popes or gods. Of course I was innocent and didn't know what this meant. I noticed that my brother eventually stopped doing this. Eventually my brother began to hate the rest of the family, especially male cousins who had a better time than him. Experiential purist is the brush I'd paint their spiritual consciousness with. And I can't joke about that. Some male relations had their romantic relationships torn apart by their parents, their girlfriends called whores for trying to tear up the family. Men distraught.

The first time I entered the madhouse was based on a verbal imposition on my part. My family was no longer able to control me. Or at least my mother was no longer interested in penalizing me, so she called in the psychologists and psychiatrists to have me examined. They went through the motions. Strangely phrased, they asked me the question, "Have you thought about suicide?" As suicide is a just a normal part of human history and some cultures, and even though I had no intention of ever committing suicide, I answered yes without really understanding the question. That was enough to drag me away. I didn't feel any different than I had before until they told me that I had the disease by being told that I had it. It's a little technique called Iatrogenesis. genesis. Iatrogenesis. They have that word in things like the New Oxford American Dictionary 2001 by University Press. Or in books like Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson. In that madhouse I met a strange figure that looked like a person I would see in a few video games and animes as well somewhere else. Later.

I joined some groups in the beginning of college. Online I met an individual known as Rin Daemoko. He was openly gay. But I didn't care, his writing was artful, beautiful, and full of strange wonder. I respected him for a time.

On one Spring day a mysterious stranger clad in black walked up to me from the parking lot in front of my college entrance. He looked me up and he said these very words, "I'm a liar..." That he was a liar. He seemed to have a certain little level of malevolent glee when he first spoke and looked like a student, dressed suavely in classic black. At the time, I felt that I had bound him in another life to always tell me that he was a liar whenever I met him. Don't skip ahead... But perhaps it was that very reaction that had made me fascinated by him. He told me that he was Spike Spiegel. He wanted me to give him rides home. Being generous I did. But he seemed to suggest something. For some reason he was acting like we knew each other intensely earlier. He kept asking about his girlfriend. "I Know who your girlfriend is. But, I think it's more fun if we don't say Who she is." I replied blankly and with mock amusement. Yes. I felt I had been his girlfriend. I didn't care. That's not my life anymore. Besides. I'm a guy. And guys are girls that have lost their job. Yes lost their job of being sweet sexy girls somewhere else. By either being too evil, stupid, or dying horribly. Basically if you're anime, your form is twisted beyond recognition by a malform reversion of your sexual beauty and moral aura. Some people are female. Some even go male. Some are fugly some are well ordinary or even weird.

Being an otakukin can be very embarrassing. It's embarrassing when you have to admit.

Ceven Ava came to me when I discovered his story. Over a decade later after watching a lot of anime I've had many experiences realizing I was a few characters decades earlier and even some characters I haven't even watched the anime of. One is Orfun. I realized if I watched Sorcerous Stabber Orphen I'd just be bored to tears. Eventually I'd see through and the whole anime would just be pornography. And some time later I realized I would be horrified of the anime and would fear going absolutely insane with tentaclery. I have never watched any of the renditions of it. I have never heard the voice actors. The most I have seen are pics and a brief glimpse at an amv long after realizing I was Orfun. Like the otakukin say, "That not how it really happen."

Another person I was, was a rich girl on some Earth-like world. I was watching some hentai, explicit pornographic anime. When I realized. Wait, that's me. Well... That doesn't matter anymore. My heart slowed. I looked away. That happened a long time ago. And I didn't even care about that life until I discovered more about it in 2019.

Even though I am some amine characters (Aminay~! 'Friend! Right?' Ne Ne!) I'm mostly story characters. I've only been to Old Earth, or whatever you want to call it, three times so far. Sometimes it's called Project Planet.

Once as Lao Tze 3, who summoned long to the top of the winter temple mount as 'someone' I don't know who, rolled magmic fire and oil up the mountain side. Many lightnings were cast by the storm of ice and long. A summoned red bull or ox was placed together and many others escaped going their own way but there was one by my side who sniveling like a worm asked for a touch from his tetsubou-holding teacher. I booted him to the snow and some time much much later he would sail the world and cause trouble in some animes.

I lived in England. There was a time of insanity. A jester tells truth. Jokers only want fun. Fools cannot decide. Writing is for many things. Cursive was originally for poor people. Cursive written in the moonlight by the lake awaiting the dawn tears in the water to see your curses in the light of the sun. The rich have no need of cursive. Block letter is fine for them. English has taken in too much. It's not even English. It uses the roman lettering and the arabic numerals. Supposedly arabic. It's actually runic and curestive. Do you remember your spellings?

The second magosopher of the West. Right now. Through a battle with Mighty Ross, Ceven, Jordan14, and Tomodashii I find myself falling, looking back and looking forward. I'm sick of this, I just want to go home.

Zelodis, ally of Zemus.

NO-TO OF&AND

The Meadow of Sanity

The Parodean

A Water Unquenchable

Dreaming Invisible

The Eternal Blue Path

The Walkers Between Worlds ~Faith of Lunaria~ original title of Final Fantasy IV

Love From the Past, Truth in the Days Ahead ~Only Night Can Save Our True Time~ original title of Final Fantasy VIII

FoE Feast of the Elements, Fervor of the Elements, Force of the Elements, Fury of the Elements, Fullfillment of the Elements

MoE Memory of Eternity THRUS

Hymns of Blood; Howls of darkness (like Castlevania Tecmo's Deception and Sword of the Berserk and ANIMAY)

I found out that ending to that Story By Many Names. The continuation to a Trial by Tenderness, basically Cevns a drug addict who meditates while taking drugs. So he went after the Goddess of the Past, Urd. He went after her for a couple of reasons. To ask her about his past while they chat in bed and to get ahold of the drugs she prepared as a hobby. Her potions hobby.

...So, where do your loyalties lie? Remember when Ceven cast that fall and said that Skuld had to have children, Skuld said "NO." Keiichi was cast into a pain unrecognizable occilloscsierascey. Keiichi was sent to Tales of Vesperia, legend behind. Also never forget that Keiichi is the man. He is the Lord of Terror and all those 'other' guys, but... ...Because of Odin and Gatewurm...

So what will happen now. I'm not cynical. I'm really honestly asking. Right now, You.

Also I don't believe any of that bs about being Baal, he's just one of my dads.