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2 yrs ago
Current I do not "brainrot". I brainferment so my brain will become even smoother and even more potent than before in its smoothness.
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2 yrs ago
I live. I die. I live again!
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4 yrs ago
I was gone for a lot longer than I thought >.>"
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4 yrs ago
Sorry for my absence! A Volunteering position suddenly turned into a Volunteer Leadership position I was not expecting at all so things have been hectic.
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4 yrs ago
Look at you posers, having to bang dragons or sell your soul for magic when you could just play a lute for some. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. - Bards
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@booksmusicanime

"Look here love, I hope you know how not to cut yourself." Zhang dug in his bag for his bottle. The water wasn't the coldest (or cleanest for that matter) but it was no concern for Zhang. He current problem was going to find a place to stay, at least for the night.
"Mind if I camp here for a night?" Zhang went out on a limb, "I can repair anything you have that's broken for the most part. Don't worry, your cans of corn and beef jerky will stay right where they are. I have some of my own food."
<Snipped quote by chukklehed>

you had a brain

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


*blows air horns*


I see you're trying to compensate for your own lack of brain.

#GetRektSon
@booksmusicanime I took your advice and Zhang ended up on the roof. Please do tell me if I messed up. I can put Zhang elsewhere if need be.

(I'm paranoid I created some weird plot loop or something like that >.<)
Zhang climbed the ladder he was on as fast as he could. He just saw some poor unfortunate soul get ripped in half by the infected and had no plans on join him. Not exactly his idea of a good time. He tumbled over the edge of the roof and checked if everything was still in place. He looked over to see an infected had followed him up the ladder and was nearly up.

As the rotting flesh, thing reached over the edge of the roof, Zhang drew his katana and stabbed it in the infected's eye. After turning it in the eye socket, he pulled it up and kicked it, hoping it wouldn't grab on to his foot. But thankfully enough it sailed down and was rewarded with an tv antenna through the chest. No more were coming up, or at least it seemed.

Zhang, out of breath, leaned against an AC unit until he realized there was some one else on the same roof as him. A girl just a bit younger than him with hair green enough to replace a traffic light and heterochromic eyes.
"Hello bashful, I'm Zhang. Can I presume you have a name too?"
My CS is finally done after taking much longer then it needed to be >.>

Here's to hoping it passes :D


Name: “Alexander Zhao”

Alias: “Zhang if you would, thank you. Call me Chinglish and receive a free high-velocity nail to the face.”

Gender: “Male. Were you expecting a pony?”

Age: “Turned 25 a month ago. I think.”

Height: “I guess tall-ish?” (5 ft. 11 inches)

Weight: *Looks at you with an unamused face.* (155 lb)

Personality: “I want you to think Asian. Now throw that out the window and you’re half way to me.”
- He is creative and able to build most of the things he creates assumed they aren’t too insane
- He’s good natured and a bag of fun sometimes while also being sarcastic on occasion but he does put his foot in his mouth
sometimes and says insensitive things without realizing it
- He’s very professional for lack of a better word, he knows he has skills but he also knows when to flaunt them. It’s a
combination of cocky and modesty.


Bio:
“My grandfather fought in the second world war but not on the side you’d think of first. He was a low-ranking IJA officer. When the war was over, he managed to keep his old rifle and family sword before he moved to America where he became a gunsmith and had three kids. My dad picked up the business when he died and married a Chinese girl. I was the second of four kids, one older brother and two adorable little sister twins.

My dad wanted me to pick up the trade of gunsmithing so he gave me and my brother daily lesson on weapon repair and management. Once we got old enough he allowed us to go firing at a some makeshift targets. Of course that tanked my studies a bit, but it wasn’t like I was an Asian honor-student or anything. However, I managed to get the grades to get into a nice business school and since then I’ve graduated to work as a (mediocre) accountant. I’ve also been taking kendo classes for a solid two years now with my uncle, I like to think I’m a samurai sometimes”

Equipment:
Type-99 Arisaka rifle (Needs rechambering)
The obligatory katana
Homemade Nail Rifle (A nail gun with a homemade skeleton stock and recycled pistol iron sights)
Weapon Maintenance Kit
A rubbery ducky for no real reason

Outfit:
White Polo shirt with a black waistcoat and a red tie
Black jeans with biking knee pads
“Borrowed” Hiking Boots
Fingerless gloves
Digital Watch

Skills:
“I can fix just about anything and I make some pretty cool shit. That’s all assuming I have the right tools and supplies of course. I guess I’m not too bad at cooking either but don’t expect Cordon Bleu grade food though. I’m only so Asian. I’m guessing kendo training helps with something right?”

Strengths:
“Hey, I may not be a jack-of-all-trade, but I’m pretty damn good at what I can do, if I do say so for myself.”
- Being Creative
- Vigilant and friendly
- Not bad at drawing anime-style
- kendo and sword fighting

Weakness:


“I told you, if you expect Asian, then I might as well expect you to be a Penguin.”
- Math and things that require a ton of mental power
- Getting his foot out of his mouth when he screws up speaking
- Has pretty crap endurance and stamina
- Easily confuses himself under stress
- Can only remember locations by landmarks, not road names.

Extra:
- He can speak both Chinese and Japanese fluently and sing in Russian but no speak the language.

Theme: Epic China - Jonas West
@booksmusicanime OwO

I'll get to making a CS then!
Random Little Collab Story between me and Song Book


Somewhere in the Ryukyu-Algongun-Lastar Bay


Hitato Kanzaki lived a simple life for someone of his age. He was already in his late teens, by Ryukyuan standards he should have begun courtship or at least look for a prospective bride. IN all fairness, he was meeting with the girl he often saw in the local tea house, but he loved the sea too much.

He live on an old Black Armored Nanban, a ship used by the Ryukyuan Navy's pirate mercenary fleet, the Black Wings of Cold. While not the largest, or most orthodox fishing ship for that matter, the fact it was meant for 5 people made it quite roomy for one person.

The sun hung a good bit over the horizon as he pulled up the stone anchor, he thought of when he should get back to port. He had enough food for at least a week and enough room in the hull for more fish. He thought of getting some pearl diver aboard his ship. Of course, those thoughts transcend into him becoming a wealth baron with a wealth made of fishing.

As he laughed to himself on the deck of the ship, he realized there was something bumping the side of his boat. CUrious, he looked over and saw a mess of fancy fabric. Hitato's eyes widened as he realizes the possible wealth made by the expensive (if not wet) fabrics. WIth a blink of an eye, he ran to grab his net and tossed it over, hoping to catch the mess of textiles.

Egearly pulling up his strangely heavy net, a pair of dead eyes soon met him. He screamed as he realized it was a dead body.

A merchant vessel, one of the Algongun's resident merchants going out to trade some silk and sliver most likely. It was quiet a small vessel. Enough for a 2 man crew, the merchant and the caption of the vessel. The merchant listened closely on the wind hearing the screams of a young man. Having the captain steer torwards the sound. Spying a fishing net wrapped around fancy cloth he knew what happened and pulled closer to the mans ship. " Caught yourself a fancy one huh?" He joked leaning aginst the side of his ship.

"Wh-wh-why the hell is there a corspe in the damn ocean?" Hitato nervously pointed at the pale body in fancy fabric that he originally wanted to sell.

" He was a suitor to my queen I assume. They dispose of bodies, well in the rive. Looks like this one lost his rocks. " The man laughed again. " They test the ones they don't like to much, Dumping them in the river with rocks in their clothes. See if they float. Never seen one that has. " The man looked at the suitor.

Hitato stared at the merchant, "Are all women in Algongun like that? Since if so, remind me to never get a wife from there. I can swim, but I prefer Ryukyu's courting process. Especially the part where you're not dumped into a river to see if you can float."

" Only If you get them mad. The queen always dumps suitors who she doesn't like in the river. My bride there likes whacking me with a stick sometimes. But then im drunk and she has a reason." He laughed again, Pulling a flash from his front pocket shaking it up before taking a swig. " The girls there are beautiful though. "

"Sounds more like demostic abuse than love if you ask me." Hitato was divided between being worried and being amused. He was making a mental note to never go anywhere near an Algonguan woman at this rate.

"Say, what kind of man does your queen like anyways?" Hitato quickly chagned the subject before any more tales of getting thrown into the river was spoken of. "The Emperor is still unmarried and apparntly he going to be celibant at this rate!"

Hitato laughed to himself, as he leaned back on to the corpse which nearly made him jump into the merchant's arms.

" Lucky for me, ive found plenty of these guys to know what she doesn't like. People with big ego's gets thrown into the river as soon as they arrive. I live in a girl dominit society. I also think she's more interested in her newest advisor than any Emperor. " he laughed at Hitato's reaction to the corpse." Name's Dukara Malgatisa. You?"

"Hitato Kanzaki." the fisherman opened the small door that lead into his ship, "Care to join me for some food? Home-style Ryukyuan cooking. Well, sea-style cooking I guess."

" I would man but if im not home for food ill get a head-ful from the wife. Feel free to come to the port anytime. I have a stall over there. " He waved before jumping back into his own ship signaling the caption to start heading home.

Hitato waved good bye and as soon as the ship was out of veiw range, he stripped the body of the suitor. It should have something worth while on it.
"Its just a fish, its just a fish Hitato, its just a fish." Hitato repeated to himself as he touched the corpse.
At the end of it he managed to strip off most of the fancy clothing expect for the man's fancy loincloth. The rings and jewelry should also make for a good profit. As he kicked the body off the deck and turned to port, he felt nauseous for the first time in a long time.
Hmm... seems interesting. Anymore open spots?
@BlackBishop Go look up how gunpowder was discovered, you'll see my reasoning :P
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