Mako's Message: So... Are you familiar with the term "Diminishing Returns"? The Tl;Dr version is basically, "The more time and money spent on a project the harder it becomes to make that money back." Or even shorter... "Quit while you're ahead" And while I am big fan of Shigeru Miyamoto's quote, "A bad game that is released will always be bad. A bad game that's delayed will eventually be good," that only helps when you're actually making progress on the game. Or in this case the fanfic. Staring at a chapter for weeks going, "I don't like this", "I need a better ending," or even "This isn't an ending" doesn't do me, or you, any good. So basically, I need get a lot better at realizing when a chapter is as done as it's going to get and get it out to you readers. So yeah.
In other news, I started another project. Because I'm a masochist. And I also have a constant steam of ideas and a desire to bring them into reality that I have to balance against finishing things I've already started. And this is me wanting to branch of into bigger and better things.
But I love telling stories and I start writing fanfiction for things before I'm even done watching/reading it so even if I'm slow at times, I'm not going to stop any time soon. If ever.
So enjoy!
Oh, you can find the new project by visiting my Makokam Productions Facebook page, or going directly to .com.
I can't wait until we can eliminate all the criminals from this city. I mean, I know that's never going to happen. There are always going to be people who think they can find an "easy" way out of their problems or into money. But we can definitely reduce their numbers and keep them disorganized. And if we can do that, then I can stop feeling like I need to be out on the streets all the time.
Things have been kinda quiet... Nothing 'Breaking News' worthy, but still random shit stains ruining people's days. Robberies, muggings, drug deals, sex trafficing. That sort of shit. And of course there's still all sorts of people trying to be the next Frank D'amico. Russians, Mexicans, Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, a smaller group of Irish, and of course the Cunts and whoever is following the man in black.
At least I assume there are three separate Asian gangs. I'm pretty good with languages, I can kinda speak Russian and I understand a fair bit of Spanish, but I can't be sure those gangs were actually speaking three different languages. Could have been more, could have been less.
The point is I know there are people out there robbing, stealing, and killing and I see the reports in the news and I wonder why I wasn't out finding these people and stopping them. But I like spending time with Dave and Angela and Marty and Todd. And I have homework. I know I don't have to do it but Marcus wants to see me do well in school and he tries so hard to be a good parent. He puts up with so much of my shit.
It's not even that I feel I need to be out getting rid of the scum in this city and don't want to, because I do. I love giving all those fuckheads the beatings they deserve and when I can end one of their miserable, parasitic, lives I sleep so much better knowing the world is a better place. Putting them in a cell is good, but the feeling just doesn't compare.
I just want to be able to sit down and spend an afternoon bullshiting with Dave while he's at work without this nagging feeling that I need to be somewhere else.
And not having to do homework at the same time would be nice.
At least I only have to worry about school for another three years. Maybe less if I try to skip again. Then my day will only be split three ways. Not counting sleep. Or two if I count training as hanging out with Dave and friends or as part of patrolling...
But it's not the same. If I'm training, even with Dave, Angela, or the other Justice Forever members it's not really the same as hanging out with them, and we're making ourselves better crime fighters but we're not actually fighting crime. And when we're out patrolling it can be fun and we can talk...but we always have to be careful we don't say anything specific. Like names or places. Except when we take a rooftop snack break. But even then...
Ugh. Life is complicated.
The cheerleading thing doesn't make this any easier. I want to do it, it makes for good training, and not only does it make Marcus happy but I love being able to show off my skills and get personal credit for them. Well, some of them at least.
Dave always lets me know when I'm being awesome.
I like getting to hang out with him at his apartment. Because it's an actual apartment. The safehouse is... it's big enough but it's still just a place to run to and hide. The living area has enough space to train, but you have to move the furniture. The bedroom is full of crates of supplies with just enough space to move around. More space now that we moved most of it to the Clubhouse, but it's still very utilitarian. Except for the bathtub. Daddy always liked to take long hot soaks after a hard mission so installing a larger tub was the only luxury he allowed. We didn't even bother connecting internet or cable.
Not like we were ever there to use it. And it was another expense and thing that could be traced to cover. So yeah. The TV only has the few channels it can pick up over the air.
The Clubhouse is cool, one of my favorite places to be, and the loft area is nice to just hang out in and it almost feels homey... But when it's just me and Dave at his apartment it feels like it's our apartment.
And honestly I don't want to leave.
But I do whenever Riley comes home. Not that I have to... Riley's fine with me being there. I just don't want to see her all over him.
Speaking of Riley, I saw her wearing the necklace Dave got her today. And ya know what color her pearl was? Not fucking BLACK!
I'm not sure what color it was though. I think it might have been the cream one...
Anyway, tomorrow is the first official practice with Brooke on the team. I swear she's going to do what I tell her or I'm going to make her life a living hell.
I would have LOVED to not take her on principle, but she was one of the best. She just has an ego bigger than a blue fucking whale and a sense of entitlement that'd fill the god damn Grand Canyon. But making the team WAS her second chance and I'm gonna make sure she knows it. If she doesn't tow the line I'm kicking her off so fast she'll think her ass was in a time warp.
