I am never gonna say good bye,
never run around is my body, never desert you is my blood
unknown to telling lies, nor known to hurting you
have rolled the rick over nine thousand times
yet never gonna give you up
so as I sing, UNLIMITED RICKROLL WORKS
EDIT: Oh, yeah: I have college orientation tomorrow and the day after! I'm heading up today, in the evening, and will be returning Tuesday evening, so...talk to you all again then!
EDIT #2: I suck at bullet hell games. Playing Touhou Project #6: The Embodiment of Scarlet Devil, I can't even get through the fourth level, on easy, using all the continues.
I am never gonna say good bye,
never run around is my body, never desert you is my blood
unknown to telling lies, nor known to hurting you
have rolled the rick over nine thousand times
yet never gonna give you up
so as I sing, UNLIMITED RICKROLL WORKS
1. Can we have an short little info bit in the 1st post where this genderbending-seitenkan-thing came from? Often I see people asking, so I think this would really help...
2. Uhh... Just checked the archives and it looks like volume 1 is completely finished. So can someone please update the entry at Baka-Tsuki? It's quite behind...
MOAR LEGS! Im digging the look for this council president ^_^[/spoiler]
How is that for a smile?
i was thinking in the line of knife on your mouth kinda smile... but that works i guess
__________________
I am never gonna say good bye,
never run around is my body, never desert you is my blood
unknown to telling lies, nor known to hurting you
have rolled the rick over nine thousand times
yet never gonna give you up
so as I sing, UNLIMITED RICKROLL WORKS
@shaoron: If you actually do give someone a "smile," may I be the one to make them scream?
Quote:
Originally Posted by CatzCradle
Just checked the archives and it looks like volume 1 is completely finished. So can someone please update the entry at Baka-Tsuki? It's quite behind...
It isn't "completely finished." The epilogue hasn't been edited by anyone.
I'm also fairly certain that the stuff on Baka-Tsuki is Jintor's edit, hence why it stops at chapter five. (Note: I'm not entirely certain on this part )
__________________
WARNING: Kogetsu Shirogane cannot be held accountable for any actions taken by someone else. Potential side effects of communicating with this user include headaches, mild confusion, insanity, delirium, and jumping into fires. Do not expose this user to sunlight or water or feed this user after midnight.
As Kaisos cannot be here to post these himself, here you go:
Spoiler for Boredom Prologue:
Even though I'd like to say the club was founded on 'The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruki', my own melancholy would probably be a much more accurate description.
The SOS Brigade was established in early spring, while the whole student film incident happened in the fall. (The project caused me excessive amounts of mental stress, but Haruki had seemed to enjoy himself...)
Six months had passed between the two events and, of course, in that time, which included the summer, Haruki could not and did not let time pass by pointlessly. It came as no surprise to any of us that there had been so many illogical, absurd and weird happenings. I still don't know if they were real, or just complicated accidents. For simplicity's sake, let's just say that we were pulled into everything against our will.
No matter what anyone says, seasons come and seasons go. As the average temperature rises, inconceivable, out-of-this-world ideas arise endlessly from Haruki's mind, similar to how different kinds of insects appear out of nowhere. It would be all right if he kept those ideas inside his head, where they couldn't hurt anybody, but no, those ideas always result in a huge variety of creepy situations that the rest of us are forced to deal with.
I don't know what Itsuko, Nagato, or Asahina-senpai think about all this, but here is what my self-analysis tells me, at the least. My mind and body are healthy, but every time something happens, I feel as if I'm some sort of tiny little round animal that can't move easily because I ate too much. The same thing always happens, and that is myself rolling on and on down a hill.
Perhaps I have already started rolling...?
[Editor's note: Does anyone else think of Botan, wearing a ponytail, rolling down a hill right about now?]
Because, you see, Haruki has a very annoying habit: whenever his mind isn't filled with happy thoughts, he starts thinking up ideas that make you want to laugh and cry at the same time. For some reason, he can't possibly endure sitting still and doing nothing. So whenever he has nothing to do, he will go and find something to do. This will usually be something completely absurd.
Judging by my experience, whenever Haruhi says anything, the rest of us will not be able to enjoy a second of peace and quiet. Perhaps those good old days of peace and quiet will never come back.
Aggh! What a troublesome idiot! It doesn't matter if the end result is good or bad, as long as his life isn't boring. Well, that's Suzumiya Haruki for you.
Because this is such a rare opportunity, let me share with you how our SOS Brigade fought back “boredom” during the half a year when our melancholy became frustration. As to why I said this is a 'rare opportunity', I actually don't know. I just think that it wouldn't hurt if I shared my experiences. And, anyway, I really do hope that at least one person will 'share' my indescribable feelings.
Alright... Let's start with that stupid baseball game...
Spoiler for The Boredom of Haruki Suzumiya:
One peaceful, quiet day in the headquarters of the "Save the world by Overloading it with fun: Suzumiya Haruki's Brigade," or “SOS Brigade” for short (in reality, the Literature Clubroom), Suzumiya Haruki himself suddenly burst into the room and announced with the same enthusiasm as a baseball team captain who drew the first seed at Koushien:
"Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel loveI entered us into a baseball tournament!"
It was after school one day in June, and it had been two weeks since my 'nightmare'. Since then, I had been unable to concentrate on my studies, and as a result, my test results were a real life nightmare, on this early summer day. Although Haruki didn’t seem like he had been paying attention in class at all, his results had made it into the top 10. If there exists a God in this world, I personally believe that he is a mischievous and biased person, and also probably a guy.
Oh well, that didn't matter anymore. Right now, I'm more concerned with the content of Haruki’s sudden announcement. What the hell is he talking about?
I looked around at the three other people in the room.
The first that caught my eye was Asahina-senpai, his face as innocent as that of an elementary school student. If he had white fluffy wings, he would look like a cute little angel on his way back to heaven. His face and small body suit him, in a way.
[Editor's note: Did I mention how I love keeping most of Mitsuuru's descriptions intact?]
For reasons I'm not entirely comfortable with thinking about, Asahina-senpai was the only person in the room not wearing his high school uniform. Instead, he was wearing a butler uniform. With his cute lips half opened, he looked intently at Haruki. He isn't a domestic servant nor some costume-wearing weirdo, but is just following the insane instructions of Haruki, who must have found this costume online again. He keeps bringing in weird clothes and making poor Asahina-senpai wear them. I think many people would be asking the same question: "Why is he wearing those strange clothes?"
If asked, Haruki would reply: "It's his new class feature from gaining a level!" That is when most sane people would look in the other direction and walk away.
Haruki had instructed Asahina-senpai, "You must wear this costume whenever you're in this room, always! It's your latest award for your slowly increasing manliness!" Asahina-senpai would resist with "But, but..." But in the end, he'd always obediently obey Haruki’s order with tears in his big, cute eyes. He looked so adorable that sometimes I wanted to give him a big hug, but so far I've managed to control myself.
By the way, just for your information, two weeks ago his standard attire was a maid costume, but right now, it’s hanging on the clothes rack, thank god. The costume makes everyone feel uncomfortable and awkward, especially me... though I wouldn't mind seeing it again. Although, I don't think we want to attract that kind of audience.
After hearing Haruki’s announcement about the baseball tournament, Asahina-senpai the butler made his comment: "Um..."
He made a sound like the sweet chirping of a canary, then stopped. A reaction like that is pretty typical of him.
I turned my gaze to the other boy in the room.
His presence, compared to Asahina-senpai, was like that of a thin cabbage to a sunflower. Nagato Yuuki, tall and skinny was. as always, indifferent to his surroundings as her attention was fixed on an open hardback book.
About every ten seconds, he'd flip the pages with his fingers, the only sign that he was still among the living. A parrot would have a bigger vocabulary than he does, and a hibernating groundhog would be more active.
As his presence doesn’t really make much of a difference, there's not much need to describe him in detail. If I have to make a brief description, though, then he's a first year student, like Haruki and me, and is the sole member of the Literature Club - the original occupant of this room. So in other words, our club, the SOS Brigade, is borrowing the use of this room from the Literature Club. To be more precise, we have taken over this room like parasites. Of course, the school has yet to approve of this, since our application to form a club has been completely ignored by the student council.
"......"
I turned my gaze away from Nagato's expressionless face, and saw the beautiful smiling face of Koizumi Itsuko. She looked at me with an amused expression on her face. If you ask me, her opinions are of even less importance than Nagato's. This Mysterious Transfer Student - according to Haruki, anyway - brushed aside her bangs and slowly broke into a smile. As our eyes met, she shrugged her shoulders meaninglessly, furthering my irritation of her.
"What did you say you entered us in?" As no one else had decided to say anything, I, as always, replied on behalf of the group. Why does everyone treat me as their communication relay to Haruki? Nothing else could possibly be as annoying as this duty...
"This."
Haruki gave me a flyer cheerfully. I took a glance at Asahina-senpai, who had bad memories with flyers, and saw him backing away trembling. I read out the words on the piece of paper.
"The Ninth City Amateur Baseball Tournament."
It was probably a tournament to decide which baseball team was the best in the city. It was organized by the city council, and seemed to have some history, being held every year.
"Hmm..." As I raised my head, Haruki’s huge one-hundred percent smile almost blinded me. I moved backwards half a step involuntarily.
"So, who's entering this grass-lot baseball tournament?" Although I already knew the answer, I still decided to ask.
"Us, of course!" Haruki said firmly.
"When you say 'us', does that include me, Asahina-senpai, Nagato, and Itsuko?"
"Who else?"
"Maybe you could have asked for our consent first...?"
"We'll need to find four more people."
Of course, the moron only hears the things he wants to hear. I suddenly thought of something. "Haruki, do you even know the rules for baseball?"
"Eh, more or less. It just involves pitching, catching, base running, sliding and blocking. I joined the baseball team for a bit, so I know the basics."
"A bit? Exactly how long did you join them for?"
"Just under an hour. It was dead boring so I left."
If baseball was so boring, then why join a baseball tournament? And why are we participating as well?
Faced with my natural question, Haruki replied, like so: "This is a great chance to leave my mark on the world! If the SOS Brigade wins this tournament, we could become famous overnight! It's the perfect opportunity!"
Okay, first of all, I don't want the name of this Brigade being spread even further. Second, so what if the SOS Brigade becomes famous overnight? How will that change anything? And what do you mean by a 'perfect opportunity'?
I didn’t have any clue what to say, and Asahina-senpai looked stunned as well. Itsuko murmured, "So, that's how it is," without looking concerned. As for Nagato, was he troubled by it at all? He probably hadn't even heard what was being said, as he remained as still as a clay statue, his face remaining as blank as ever.
"Isn’t it an awesome idea, Mitsuuru-kun?"
Faced with Haruki’s sudden question, Asahina-senpai seemed confused, "Huh? But... But..."
"Well?" Like a crocodile ambushing a little deer drinking water at the lake, Haruki moved behind Asahina-senpai, who was about to stand up, and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him close.
"Kyaa! Ge... Get off of me!"
"Listen up! In this brigade, the orders of the commander are absolute. Insubordination is a serious offense, punishable by hanging until death! All opinions will be handled during the meeting!"
Meeting? Does he mean those meetings which he holds whenever he feels like stuffing weird ideas down our throats?
Haruki continued talking as Asahina-senpai struggled against his python-like grip. "Doesn't baseball sound like so much fun? Just so you all know, our goal is to win this tournament! Not a single defeat will be accepted! Not a one! Because I. Hate. Losing!"
"Wah..." Asahina-senpai rolled his eyes in pain as Haruki dug his knuckles into his head.
"So, any problems?" asked Haruki. Like it would matter even if we had any. No matter what we say, you never intend to listen to them anyway.
"I don't see why not." said Itsuko, her teeth a perfect white.
Hey! Don’t just agree like that! How about objecting every once in a while?
"Excellent! Then I'll go skillfully acquire equipment from the Baseball Team!"
Haruki bolted out of the clubroom with the force of a small tornado. Asahina-senpai, finally free of Haruki's grasp, slumped onto the floor, exhausted.
Itsuko decided to express her thoughts. "Well, we're lucky that he's not starting a war to capture aliens or planning a trip in search of Unidentified Mysterious Animals. Baseball has nothing to do with the terrifying paranormal phenomena which we fear most, right?"
"Yeah, makes sense." I've decided to agree with her reasoning for now. No matter how insane Haruki is, at least he didn't ask to go searching for aliens, time travelers and espers. If that was the case, instead of wandering around the city searching for supernatural occurrences, a task that was nearly impossible (this, by the way, happened to be the main activity of the SOS Brigade), we might as well play a game of baseball. Besides, even poor Asahina-senpai was nodding his head in agreement.
However, our speculations were wide off the mark. Not only did they miss their target, the arrows fired by Haruki had shot through the wall and had flown off in some random direction. I only learned of this a little later, though.
[Editor's note: Haruki must have a shitty Dex score.]
At any rate, (I thought to myself), even if it's not baseball, anything that could attract attention would do for him. The SOS Brigade, which Haruki continued to carry the banner for, not only has an incredibly stupid name, it's not even a real club, not to mention it's not recognized by the school. It was only created because he felt like it.
The official name, "Save the world by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki's Brigade," is not only long and condescending, it just sounds abstractly absurd. After my suggestion to shorten the name got cruelly rejected, I hadn't been able to find a chance to change its name.
I once asked Haruki just what kind of activities this club would be involved in. Haruki replied with the face of a soldier who had just cut off the head of the enemy general:
"To find aliens, time travelers, and espers, and hang out with them!"
This was the famous quote by the eccentric Suzumiya Haruki, well-known around school since the beginning of the year, and has been associated with sheer weirdness ever since.
This was just like crows searching for glowing objects, cats leaping at any small rolling object, and a housewife rushing for the insecticide when she sees a cockroach in the kitchen. Once Haruki sees something that interests him, be it dodgeball, netball [EN: Netball? What?] or cricket, he'd probably yell loudly, "I want to do that!" Maybe I should be grateful we aren't playing rugby, since we would need to find more people to make up the numbers.
I re-edited the paint files of the "-ism" logos, because I tried editing the vectored versions in Photoshop, but it just wasn't working out. I'm sure vectoring these again will be lots of fun! >=D The Haruhi one is the only one left to be fixed, and I'm not touching it, since the paint file has heavy pixel noise on it.
Where the hell is our vector/resizer? And the paint file for haruki?!
WARNING: Kogetsu Shirogane cannot be held accountable for any actions taken by someone else. Potential side effects of communicating with this user include headaches, mild confusion, insanity, delirium, and jumping into fires. Do not expose this user to sunlight or water or feed this user after midnight.
I am never gonna say good bye,
never run around is my body, never desert you is my blood
unknown to telling lies, nor known to hurting you
have rolled the rick over nine thousand times
yet never gonna give you up
so as I sing, UNLIMITED RICKROLL WORKS
how about a Ryoko one?
you know? when he corners kyonko, he puts the katana over her mouth and asks "Why so serious?"
__________________
I am never gonna say good bye,
never run around is my body, never desert you is my blood
unknown to telling lies, nor known to hurting you
have rolled the rick over nine thousand times
yet never gonna give you up
so as I sing, UNLIMITED RICKROLL WORKS
WARNING: Kogetsu Shirogane cannot be held accountable for any actions taken by someone else. Potential side effects of communicating with this user include headaches, mild confusion, insanity, delirium, and jumping into fires. Do not expose this user to sunlight or water or feed this user after midnight.
2008-07-19, 00:44
Administrator
)
Graphic Designer
