Hey guess what? The sequel to my serious Touhou fanfic, Eternal Blossom, is now out!
Except I couldn't think of a title for it, so I just released it as a continuation. Now EB is two one-shots in length! See more of my own personal interpretation of Touhou! Including this:
"Why are most of the characters female?"
I provide an answer! Kind of.
But that's not the only thing I want to talk about.
Remember a few months ago, I told you about a dream wherein I saw Ayu and Makoto from Kanon? And they were cute? But then I said I haven't seen Nayuki in a dream yet, and I had a sadface?
I'm not sadfacing anymore!
Not too long ago, I had a dream I was watching my Kanon DVDs. My mom walks in and asks me a question she's asked me in real life, "How can you even remember them? I can't even remembertheir names." (She asked this because my mom cannot remember Japanese names. At all.)
I respond, "Oh, that's quite simple! Makoto has her hair in pigtails, Ayu is shorter than the other girls, and Nayuki has a really pretty voice!"
And right on the screen, Nayuki said something in her beautiful (English) voice, and the mere sight of her with Ayu and Makoto drove me into kawaii-overdose.
But that's not the best dream I had recently.
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream I was hosting a party at my house. All is well and good, until I spotted some hidden microphones. I then realize that someone in listening in on me. I and the guests go around the house, finding several microphones. We ripped them all out. With the mikes in hand, I went outside. It was the day of the week that the garbage collector came, so the garbage cans were out in the front yard. I went and disposed of the mikes. As I did that, two girls I recognized came by, one blonde, the other brunette. They were invited guests, however, since they showed up after I ripped the mikes out, I was paranoid, and didn't want them to know what I was up to. The cans had been emptied by the collector, so I brought them back into my backyard, making it look to the girls that all I was doing was bringing the cans back in.
When the last can was back, the brunette girl stepped outside. She had something in her hand.
A giant meat cleaver.
I had nothing in hand to defend myself with. She swung at me, but I somehow parried her blow with my bare hands. It wasn't enough though, and right afterwards, she swung again, hitting me in the chest with the sharpened point of the cleaver.
I woke up. I recognized the girl; she was a character from a series of short stories I wrote in college. I had seen her in dreams before (fully clothed, mind you), but now she was killing me? And with . . . that, as her weapon!? And for further analysis, she didn't look like an anime character; she was life-like. (I based her image off of Natalie Portman. Oh yeah, she was one of two of the token babes of my series, the blonde girl being the other.) And I'll tell you right now, killing people like that would be entirely OOC for her, trust me.
This could only mean one thing; Oyashiro-sama's curse has spread to my hometown! But how could that be possible!?
Oh, here's something interesting. Hinamizawa may be a fictional place, but it's based off a real city, Shirakawa. It's a small village with less than 2,000 people living there, mostly mountainous forested terrain. (any of this looking familiar?)
But rest assured, I'm gonna read more Higurashi eventually. When that will be, I'm not sure.
