#zekna

[ckvey]

Zach and Legend of Dungeon

First day roommate is playing Legend of Dungeon - gets in top 50 on high score table. What. How. Goddamnit Zekna.

[dwarfjournal]

Zekna: Doren, the crushing weight of bogeymen

Looking on my map I note that the "Prairie of Euphoria" is directly next to "The Virginal Dune."  I can only think that whoever generated this world knew what they were doing.

I decide to go longways towards a dark fortress, and maybe go to the Prairie of Euphoria afterwards.  Frist, though, I must address the fact that I have no food.  I decide to use all my loot to buy some at the next town over.

On the way: cheetah ambush.  I dispatch it pretty easily.  I pick up the bones meat, hoping to make a profit in the town.  I stop by a river to drink.

The way to the town seems impassable: too many rivers.  I spend too much time trying to make it around - night falls.  Invariably, they come for me.  The incessant cacklers.  I've come to the wrong neighborhood.

The first thing I do is drop everything in my inventory besides my weapon and knife.  With my speed up to 1152, I'm feeling like I can make it out this time.  At first it seems it's working!  I move more squares than them.

My joy is pretty short-lived. I hit a wall and have to turn around.  In one tick I'm on the ground in pain.  There's not a lot of buildup this time - I don't even pass out.  One of them runs up to me and punches through my skull.

There is no hope too great for the bogeymen to crush.

[dwarfjournal]

Zekna Continues: Doren, calculated robbery

I'm liking the name.  It's really a hero-esque one this time around.

I first speak to Lecit Inidnacu, Human Farmer.  She informs me of an axe murderer to the east, and asks that I kill said axe murderer who is also a Warlord.  Rel Sleeveplunge.  I sketch his name in blood in my journal, swearing vengance.

I take a look around the area, the Hills of Enchanting.  Once again, there's nothing.  I'm not really sure how to proceed, as I don't want to blindly run through the night until I find some boogeymen again.

I beg some of the farmers to join me.  They refuse.

I learn of a town called Wheatspeech a day's journey to the northeast.  I decide to go there. 

I arrive just as night is falling.  There's a market outside of a fortress-type building; for some reason the market and vendors there operate into the night, which baffles me.  I rest inside the fortress structure for the night.

At dawn I poke around the town.  I find an unprotected chest in a backroom with 3800$ in coins in it.  I note the location but move on for now, in case I want to do something before being hated by all of them.

I find two more chests with the same amounts.  I may be making it out of here well-funded.

I find their monument full of engravings dedicated to their town and founders, called the Sanctuary of Droopiness.  Not sure that's a name you should be proud of.  It seems the catacombs are below this area; earlier a merchant mentioned an outlaw beneath down there, one who they want taken care of.

In the Sanctuary I meet Ret Flickersparkles, Human sacred twine.  He's probably the one who named this place the Sanctuary of Droopiness (maybe to draw attention away from his own droopiness).

After he greets me with "Life is, in a word, children.", I offer to help his cause.  He scoffingly asks what chance I have against the great monsters of the world, and tells me to get out.  I don't mention that I agree with him: things were looking pretty bleak for me from the start.

I talk to him again - I forgot to beg him to join me.  He greets me with "Praise children."  Old guy with a thing for children - nothing wrong with that.  Glad to see that there aren't any caged children nearby, at the very least.

He refuses, as expected.

Finding nothing else useful, I decide to stay for a night, take all their shit at dawn, and then book it for the next town over.  WE ROB AT DAWN, BOYS.

After syncronizing my watch (necessary when you're alone), I take everthing in sight.  I notice my speed drops to 200.  There's no way I can get away like this.  I concede to taking only some of their things, and flee to a nearby hamlet.

[7thprime-blog]

Everything, Nothing

By: Zekna

Everything, Nothing on Vimeo.

Here's my first amv, graciously hosted by Kvey on his vimeo account. Anime used is Toradora and the music is entitled "_" by wauterboi (from his album If Then).  

Toradora was a very natural choice for me, when I was deciding on an anime to use. There's something inexplicable that draws me to it, despite having seen other anime with better art, better stories.  I think it may be the characters -- they're very real to me. The stories in it don't explicitly focus on one aspect of their lives or exaggerate too much; it follows them through smiles and grimaces, through boredom and through stress. If you haven't seen it and enjoy anime in the slice of life/romance/comedy vein, you may enjoy it.

At any rate, this amv is my attempt to convey what Toradora means to me. It may be a clumsy attempt, but I hope you enjoy it.