NaNoWriMo 2015: Terms and Conditions

Hello, everyone! It’s been a while! I’ve been meaning to write a proper, meaty post for some time now, but I’ve been too busy doing stupid school-related things such as studying. (Proof: I’ve been posting a lot more over at Said In Your Own Words, where I’ve quickly learned that I’m annoyed with WordPress for not having superscript and subscript hotkeys. Like, what’s up with that? If Google Drive can do it…)

Still, I’ve been studying all morning, and as a small reward for keeping myself “fed” and “hydrated,” I’m writing the obligatory NaNoWriMo post.

Yes, you read correctly. In spite of the fact that I haven’t had enough time to drop a line on my blog every week or so, somehow the squad has decided that we have enough time to write a novel. I originally was planning on giving up after giving it a day or two of the good ol’ college try, but then they brought competition into it, and, well… that makes it more fun.

(I’m gonna wIN DANGIT)

Junhi and Sapphire have both opted to forego the NaNoing this year, Sapphire because she’s a responsible adult with actual things to do, and Junhi because he’d rather be distracting and just sit there in the same room and watch Twitch videos of people playing Overwatch—

[ahem] Anyway, it’s four days in, and Finn, Fritz and I have managed to stick to it. How, you ask? Well, you see, we’ve got a rather elaborate setup going.

Every night, the three of us get together after a long day of studying and do what we call “word sprints.” I’m not sure if these count as proper word sprints, since I’m not sure what NaNo means when they say “word sprints,” but essentially, we set a timer for fifteen minutes, turn on our music (Fritz has taken a liking to a certain song of dubious appropriateness), and write like our lives depend on it. At the end of the sprint, everyone who clears the minimum word requirement (I think it’s 250?) gets a point, and then we’re assigned additional points based on our placing. (I think first gets two additional, and second gets one additional?) At the end of the month, whoever has the most gets taken out to dinner by the people that they beat.

(We’re sticking to it, too. There’s a chart on the wall of 500 with our standings on it, because heck yeah.)

That’s not the most important prize, however. No, we’re competing for a much more prestigious title. You see, whoever wins NaNo first earns themselves the valued title of Kamisama.

(Second place gets Kamichama, and third place gets something derogatory… I’m not sure if we’ve settled on it yet.)

Yep, this is serious bizz. I’m making a sash and everything.

It’s entirely likely that the novelty of this stupid rivalry will have worn off in a week, but until then, here’s to noveling! (Also, here’s to my determination to get those skrubs to buy me dinner and call me Kamisama until next November!)

Yeah, I know I have other things I should be doing.

Shhhhh. It’s NaNo. I do what I want.


(Okay, so the story behind the “kamisama” thing is that, from my understanding, Fritz once demonstrated to Finn that he was capable of “seductively peeling an orange.” He then insisted that this capacity made him deserving of the title “Kamisama.” It has since become a meme, as well as a highly prestigious title. Or whatever.)

(Like, how do you even seductively peel an orange?)

(You know what, I don’t want to know.)

Things Disappointed Sapphire Says

Why did you have to do this, June? I’m so disappointed in you. You couldn’t have said it was a typo? I didn’t think I could be this disappointed in you! You’re a disgrace!!

(Context: I sent “We ride at 10, I’ll bring potato” through the group chat, and when she didn’t understand the reference, I sent her the meme.)

Tests are Forever

Hello, all! This is just a brief check-in to tell any of my followers who care that I haven’t, in fact, died! Rather, I’m studying for my next round of tests, along with Sapphire, Finn, Junhi and Fritz. It seems like it’s an eternal cycle of tests, a day break, more tests, a day break… But maybe it’ll end soonish. YEAh rIGHT.

(The kazoo is always. The kazoo is everywhere. The kazoo is forever.)

The Mystical, Magical, Not-One Piece Adventure

Yesterday evening, the gang played what should end up being the penultimate installment of our longstanding Pathfinder campaign.

This particular campaign has been going on for over a year, finding its start somewhere toward the beginning of last summer when Finn decided he wanted to GM a game that I’ve now started calling “The Mystical, Magical, Not-One Piece Adventure.” Although it could probably be more aptly named “This Isn’t Windwaker with Frogs, I Swear,” I feel the first name still fits it pretty well.

Our wonderful, year-long adventure has taken many twists and turns that would probably confuse those who weren’t there at the time. In fact, as someone who was at nearly every session, I still have a hard time remembering exactly what happened and, more importantly, why.

Because this information is highly entertaining and nonsensical, I present to you the amusing antics of our Pathfinder campaign. Because these antics are quite difficult to put into a narrative style (and because I don’t quite remember what happened), I present them to you as bullet points.

Over the course of our campaign:

  • We were kidnapped and slated to be sold as slaves
  • We escaped the slave ship, partially with the help of Eric’s character’s pet extra-planar water-dog
  • We had many problems medicating Eric’s character, Elizabeth, who was a schizophrenic whose alignment changed from good to evil spontaneously
  • Scout’s character, Oliver, asked trees for directions
  • We ended up stranded in an archipelago of islands inhabited by frog people
    • A giant, magical wall of water that inexplicably appeared one day trapped us there
  • Frog people were really racist
  • We started working for the Frog Queen after becoming fugitives of the state (?) (I wasn’t there for that part)
  • We visited islands named Felt and Flannel
  • Atsuko’s character accidentally got high and/or drunk multiple times
    • One time, this occurred after taking questionable drugs for schizophrenia obtained from a frog-person “alchemist” named Dunspurce McGill
    • Dunspurce ended up being the worst and also a recurring character
  • Atsuko also obtained a baby dragon
  • Our characters were physically injured by music at a rap concert
    • The concert of Gangstalicious and Thugnificent, to be exact, who just happened to be Eric’s character’s (Elizabeth’s) idols
  • We somehow procured a magical sword that glowed when in the possession of the rightful king
  • It was stolen by the 3rd Street Saints, who were working with Gangstalicious and Thugnificent
    • We stole it back, though
  • Still, Gangstalicious and Thugnificent imprisoned the Frog Queen and took over the country
  • Dunspurce picked up the sword and turns out he wAS FREAKING THE PROMISED KING
  • The frog-monks at the Temple of the Song (I think?) somehow turned Dunspurce McGill into a useful member of society
  • Our characters launched a campaign to retake the country for the “Twice-promised King”
    • This involved convincing an independent state of toad-people to aid us
  • We got into a fight with a magicproofed Lamborghini
  • Elizabeth summoned a T-Rex to fight the Lamborghini
    • That’s right, T-Rex v. Lamborghini
    • We affectionately named the T-Rex the “Fritzosaurus Rex” because it made cat sounds
  • Our werewolf-elemental Kitsune turned himself to stone and bull-rushed a magicproofed Lamborghini
    • And the Lamborghini won
    • We still rekt it though

So yeah! That’s just a brief, disjointed recap! Although I don’t have much evidence of what transpired, I do have this picture of our latest fight, taken toward the end of last session:

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I’ll just leave you with that.

Now I’m going to draw a map of a couple of fictional continents with the hopes that I read enough articles online to know what I’m doing.

Yeah, I know that Wikipedia articles on plate tectonics don’t count as useful information. Whatever! I do what I want!

Summer no Owari

The summer semester for those of us taking classes at UNP is coming to a close very soon, thus marking the end of our summer as a whole. Although many of my friends are dreading returning to lives of study and social awkwardness, I’m waiting with an inordinate amount of excitement for classes to start. (Ask my mother, who, when I read her the first chapter of my Inorganic textbook last night, responded with, “I’m booooored.”) Still, that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed my summer.

Family Reunion

A few weeks ago, Finn, Fritz and I met up with Junhi for a Big-Happy-Korean-Family reunion. Although Junhi is not living in 500 again this semester, he is living in the same dorm that we all called home last year, so it felt pretty much like being back at school again.

Finn and I drove to UNP early Wednesday morning, and I finished my Orgo II lab without much incident. Then he and I got in my car to seek food, since we had forgone proper nutrition to get to campus on time. A call from Fritz about magical girls and a call to Junhi about our absence later, we were back in Junhi’s dorm room, awaiting instructions as he browsed through subreddits for Blizzard games.

Like I said, same old.

The first problem arose when, after checking us in, Junhi left us for an undetermined length of time to take a test. Not that we were upset about him taking the test—oh no, we were upset that he abandoned us in his room without a way to get out and with explicit instructions to not eat his food.

(Of course, we could have left, but then he would’ve gotten a penalty for not checking us out, and he could’ve gotten his visitation privileges revoked, so…)

In retaliation, Finn made over his computer, which he calls his first-born child.

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Afterwards, we watched three hours worth of animal videos and slowly lost our minds. Beautiful gems that we stumbled across included this, this, and this.

Junhi did eventually return, after a fiasco Fritz (who couldn’t get into the building or have us meet him outside). Since it was eight or so when he returned, we were all thoroughly starving.

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A potato from a deli just off campus fixed that, though.

Then we spent the rest of the night watching twenty or so episodes of Hunter x Hunter, which I felt was a productive use of time. (Productive, even though the fight scene we’re watching has been stretched out over fifteen episodes so far.) We finally went to sleep, though, which involved fights over pillows, blankets, and furniture.

The next morning, Junhi made us breakfast.

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Yes, that is grilled chicken on a stick.

It was good to be home.

Beach

After the family reunion, I went with my dad to the beach to an actual family reunion, where I spent lots of wonderful time with my cousins, sat in the surf for hours, saw dolphins, played with Legos, wrote NaNo on actual paper, witnessed my brother and male cousin wearing dresses, and a whole host of other things. The only thing I have to show for it, though, is a picture I sent Finn the first day we arrived.

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Yes. That says 申し申し. As in “moshi moshi.” As in, “Moshi moshi, Weeb desu.”

Kill me.

Monday’s Stress Day (Tralalalala)

After returning home, my siblings and I spent a stressful day at home while various members of our family fought with various other members of my family. Thinking food might put us all in a better mood, Katniss and I suggested buying pizza. The box came with a statement that I’ve been telling my mom for the past three years.

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Right on, Domino’s. Next time my mom yells at me for having really bad phone etiquette, I’ll point her to you. Kay? Kay.

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Later, we went to Katniss’s cheerleading practice. This picture of Natalia and I was what I sent to Finn to illustrate our current emotional states.

It was all right, though. Food and peppy bow-heads always lighten a mood.

SHARKNADO

Last week, Scout hosted a Sharknado party to celebrate the premier of Sharknado 3. I hadn’t seen more than five minutes of Sharknado 1 or 2, so I didn’t know what I was getting into when I agreed to go.

The food was good, aside from a bag of peanut-butter Cheetos that someone brought (hopefully as a joke, because they caused pain for everyone). I quickly procured a piece of meat pizza, and we stood around the kitchen chatting and talking about Sharknado trivia. Unfortunately, Finn eventually got to my food.

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He also got to the blackboard hanging on the Van Fleit’s wall.

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(Yes, that says, “I am the bone of my sword.” [I guess that link has Fate/UBW spoilers?])

The actual movie, however, was… well, it was something.

I’ll just let you watch it yourself. No need to spoil it.


Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now! I hope everyone’s having a great last few weeks of summer! Enjoy your free time if you have it, but don’t fret! Look forward to school!

Yes, I know that’s stupidly nerdy. Whatever! I do what I waaaaaant!

The Princess and the Weeb

We interrupt your regularly scheduled shenanigans to give you abnormal shenanigans in the form of a dorky narrative. (This is essentially being written as an extension of the copious amounts of NaNoWriMo writing that Finn and I have gotten done today, hehe.)

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Katniss.

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She was an adorable little angel.

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She had an older sister named June.

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June was a giant weeb.

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Katniss knew that June was a weeb, and it pained her greatly.

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But she loved her anyway.

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The end.

(This was written as a photo dump for Katniss’s beautiful selfies, which she wanted the world to see, and my cosplay progress pictures, which show my shoddy attempts at making a Kurapika costume. Also, Katniss spent the whole day sitting on me, so I felt it appropriate to mention here. Yes, I realize that this isn’t relevant information. Whatever. I do what I want.)

Ameeeeeerica!

Yesterday was the 4th of July. For most of my readers, that probably meant eating hotdogs or something, setting off sparklers and singing patriotic songs. If I’m lucky enough to have readers who don’t live in the U.S., you may have spent yesterday doing nothing particularly interesting. (To any Canadians out there, happy late Canada Day!) For me, it meant driving out to the Hooper residence (located in the middle of nowhere) and setting off fireworks until there was nothing left to set fire to.

The celebration got off to a good start when Atsuko’s dad introduced us to an overgrown version of those little popper things that you throw on the ground. I recorded a video of Finn demonstrating their use with the intention of of showing it to my dad. You can find said video here.

They seemed charming and fun until Atsuko’s dad stuffed his pockets with them and threw them at our feet without warning for the rest of the day.

We spent most of the day doing fun things that weren’t particularly noteworthy. Shooting off bottle rockets, throwing fire crackers into puddles, and chasing children away from explosives at the last minute seemed to be the general themes. During this intermission, Atsuko’s dad discovered the metal trash can sitting in the middle of the Hooper’s yard.

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This spelled the beginning of the end for us all, especially when Finn joined in the fun.

We then took a break to eat and talk with each other without the explosive intermediates that had facilitated our social interactions for the past hour or so. We sat and enjoyed the taste of lovely home-cooked food, the smell of spent fireworks, and the melodious tones of some kind of mariachi music carried to us on the wind.

As a point of reference for future events, here is a picture of what I ate for dinner.

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(Muuuurca!)

This picture only becomes significant in the face of the events that followed. If you haven’t already guessed, we set fire to my leftover hamburger.

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The thing was surprisingly hard to burn, but with the tireless efforts of Atsuko and Pinky, we finally managed to give it a proper viking funeral.

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This, however, was not the most interesting event of the evening. No, this was reserved for when it grew dark and rainy, and Finn and I had the brilliant idea of strapping Eric’s waifu (I mean, favorite character), Labrys, to a bottle rocket.

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It seemed like a flawless plan to destroy the blasted thing, but fate would have it that our efforts were sorely wasted. We watched her sail into the sky in a graceful arc of explosives and sparks, and then witnessed her float unharmed back to Earth. We tried again to destroy her. You can find a video of our failure here.

After another failed attempt or so, Finn and I decided to bring out the big guns.

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The artillery shell, thankfully, did not disappoint.

The rest of the night was spent in highly entertaining ways. The Hoopers brought out the big fireworks, and for a while we watched (and set off) huge explosions that left our ears ringing. After all was said and done, though, we dragged ourselves, exhausted, to Steak n’ Shake, where we met Eric Hooper.

Rather than recounting anything interesting that occurred at this meeting of the sleep-deprived, I will simply leave you with an i-spy of our own creation.

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Yeah, yeah, I know we probably shouldn’t have stolen the children’s pens to deface a menu-thingy.

Whatever. We were tired, and we do what we want.