Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Some more Anime Banzai

I missed preregistration. For weeks, I didn't have enough money to do it. When I finally do, prereg is closed.

So... yeah.

I'm still going, but it'll have to be the more expensive single day passes that you buy at the door >.>

Fireman's coming pretty nicely. Still don't have any actual fire, but what I do have is... cool.

Dad's been making me some custom stickers for the costume. Some flammable ones, the Dr. Wily symbol, and some 8-bit Fireman symbols.

Mom's been helping me with the sewing, due to me only having one lesson about five years ago. (I made a throw pillow, fyi) And I've got the plans.

The cat doesn't help me.

But anyway... everything's going according to plan.

So... yeah.

Got the point?

Friday, September 25, 2009

I can't defeat Fireman...

It just occurred to me that I've been through this place again and again, and in the same place every time, I repeatedly die...
I never will give up, but it's so difficult to navigate the skies,
and now I see that I can't even scratch the level boss...

If I only had the Flame Blast, I'd be fine.
It would make it so much easier to fight with Bombman.
But every time, somehow, every time, somehow, every time I lose...

I can't defeat Fireman,
no matter how I try to dodge his walls of flames,
he always kills me again
And even though I can get behind him,
it's no use, I try to fight, but he always burns me up in the end.
I shoot as fast as I can,
but when I had to go up against Fireman's Flame Buster, I was helpless again!
I'll try again, of course, but THIS is my plan!
I'll keep my life gauge up in reserve as long as I caaaaaan...

It just occurred to me that my life bar is almost empty again, if I don't find some energy, I'll never survive...
I never will give up, as I attempt to cross this ever-flowing lava from the tubes, but again, I keep getting burned by them...

If I only had the Ice Break, I'd be fine.
It would make it so much easier to fight with Fireman.
But every time, somehow, every time, somehow, every time I lose...

I can't defeat Iceman,
no matter how I try to dodge his freezing spears,
he always kills me again
And even though I can get behind him,
it's no use, I try to fight, but he always chills me down in the end.
I shoot as fast as I can,
but when I had to go up against Icemans barrages, I was helpless again!
I'll try again, of course, but THIS is my plan!
I'll keep my life gauge up in reserve as long as I caaaaaan...


If I only had the Spark Shoot, I'd be fine.
It would make it so much easier to fight with Iceman.
But every time, somehow, every time, somehow, every time I lose...

I can't defeat Elecman,
no matter how I try to dodge his shocking bursts,
he always kills me again
And even though I can get behind him,
it's no use, I try to fight, but he just keeps closing in.
I shoot as fast as I can,
but when I had to go up against Elecmans agility, I was helpless again!
I'll try again, of course, but THIS is my plan!
I'll keep my life gauge up in reserve as long as I caaaaaan...

I can't defeat Megaman...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Legend of Rai: The Phantom Comic

Okay. Quit asking me when I update GTP. There's no answer I can give that'll satisfy either you nor me, so... yeah.

And the comic book series? I wish I knew! I'm thinking I'll simply reapply. They've not talked to me since July, so I guess I'm nonexistent to them. Fine by me, actually. They told me not to begin the project until they reply. Guess what? I'm beginning. Somebody give me a cover. I need one.

The first book will follow the online comic's first storyline intertwined with The Mark of Crypt. It'll be smoother. I've already written it up MANY times. I'm working with somebody new to me to work on speech bubbles. If anybody wants in, I'll let them into the project. No questions asked. I need all the help I can get.

The biggest roadblock I can predict, however, happens to be my other, aforementioned project, Sunrise Falls, which, as you know, is not just mine, I only draw it.


The Mark of Crypt storyline will cliffhang on a certain part. Since telling anybody not involved would be an obvious spoiler, I elect to only reveal it to volunteers. You could probably guess, though. It's already in the online version... just better (SUBJECTIVE!).

I plan on doing a personal project that will be included within the final pages of the book, as well. I mean, the only reason anybody would buy it is if they want to see a better written version of the same thing they can read for free online, or you just think I'm that awesome, right? So... this personal project will never find its way onto the Internet.

I'm not even telling you what it is!

And it's NOT character model sheets. Those will be viewed for free on my DA account later, when I get around to it. There's no reason why they should be exclusive.


I miss Talk like a Pirate Day... Which be the Sunday past, yarr.

The main reason why "Talk like a Ninja Day" never happened: "..." was all ANYBODY said... EVER.

What was THAT about? I'm ending this post... nnnnggg.... NOW!--



"Pan tsukutta koto aru" In Japanese means "Have you ever eaten bread before?" While
"Pantsu kutta koto aru" means "Have you ever eaten underwear before?"

Things like this are why I failed Japanese. -_-;;;

And English. Super hard. I'm glad I already speak it.

A single comma or period can change the whole sentence, you know?

Check this: "A woman, without her man, is nothing." vs. "A woman: without her, man is nothing."

Two completely opposite meanings there. Same sentence, just... different.

Meh. I just had to say something today.

Gotta chow. Ciao!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

In a better place...

...Do you know how hard it is to explain to someone that the older family cats actually DID go to live on the farm?

A while back, Nate went to go to live with a new foster family that lived on a farm. He took the cats with him. They're probably dead by now, as they're both older than 12 years old. Tasha's at least 22.

But still...

I just want to explain that fact ONE TIME without somebody nervously looking away and telling me they're sorry?

Because they LITERALLY went to the farm! And it really WAS a better place! AND it's much more peaceful! And how many more cliches can I spur out???

That's all.

Sunrise Falls and other such tales

I'll begin this post by telling you about Sunrise Falls. A comic written by my good friend Maddi. It's Got the Point's first fanfiction! Go me. It's also illustrated by me. That takes some of the specialness out of it, but alas.
Sunrise Falls is the tale of Paris Anne Culpio, and the far-off town of Sunrise Falls. A little briefer on the characters so far:
Paris: The star of the show. She's a bit shy and likes photography.
Venice: Paris' older brother. He's kinda goofy.
Italy: Their mother. I'm unsure how to describe her.
France: Their father. Once again...
Karen: One of Paris' Scenera friends. She's one of the only three girls on the... *ahem* "sports" team.

And that's it so far. The site? It's currently under construction, but you can check progress HERE!

Next such tale: Pizza Hut. I've gotta talk about it some time. I mean... it's in the description up there, so why not?

For those not in the know, I work as a dishwasher at the pizza place. Lately, however, I've been reassigned to become the all around guy with a focus on waiting. I love waiting. I train waitresses on how to do their jobs. I train people on how to assemble pizzas. I train people on how to cut pizzas. I train people on how to do storage. I train people on how to create pasta. I train people on how to use the freaking dishwasher.

I love my job. I don't, however, like to rewash things that other, lazier people, have previously 'washed'. I mean, how hard is it to do dishes, anyway? You take dish. Apply water. Add soap. Scrub. Rinse. Put into dishwasher. Dry. Take them back.

Simple. (and clean. (the author was suddenly taken away and beat up for that. Never again))

Anyway... I'm pretty much the only constant worker there. Nobody has worked at Pizza Hut for more than two months at a time. I'm not altogether sure why. But then, I've worked there so long that I have forgotten what it's like starting off, so... my perspective is admittedly biased and skewed a bit. Anyway... people just arrive one day and say they quit. I believe in my 13 months of working there, only three people have actually given a two week notice. This is quite sad. They also have a tendency to quit the exact day when they'd be the most useful. Do they set us up like that? It sure seems that way!

Another such tale: The music player

You've no doubt noticed the music player on the bottom of the page by now. I mean, unless you read everything in this post in less than three seconds, or have the speakers muted, there's no way you could have missed it. I'm just pointing it out. I think it's keen. I stole the idea from THAT OTHER BLOG I FREQUENT, quite obviously. You should frequent it, too.


...That's a fun thing to say. You should say it, too.


Ahh, Serpentor. Where would I be without you?

Hmm... Another such tale? I... really don't have that much more to say, so...

Maybe next time!

--Me, Myself, and Rai

Thursday, September 10, 2009


We're leaving today.

We've got a tribal car and I've got days off.

We're leaving.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


My... My grandmother is on her deathbed. Do I need to go...

Almost all of my senses tell me "yes".

Except for that stupid one that tells me that I've missed WAY too many work days. I ignore that one.

My grandmother, Violet. She's the reason I'm the way I am. Feeling alone. Feeling inadequate. Feeling lost. Feeling stupid. She's the reason I can't talk to people. She's the reason why I consider myself to be a failure. She's the reason for my past suicidal thoughts (Those are long gone, thankfully, by the way). Every negative has spawned from her.

The only positive I can think of off the top of my head? My thoughts of 'I have to prove her wrong'.

She doesn't remember who I am.

I am a forgotten memory to her.

She doesn't recognize me.

All of those times she's told me how horrible of a human I am, doing things I never did... The only thing I ever wanted from her was a congratulations for ANYTHING I did. They never came. Ever. No matter what I did, how I did it, it was not enough to convince her that I was anything but a failure.

These words stick to me from the trip to Montana I took a few weeks back. They've tore me up in a way not visible on the outside... "Who's Joshua?"

I was almost completely silent the rest of the day.

They make me uneasy just retyping them.

She got pneumonia last Thursday. She's likely not going to make it through next Saturday. Her former house... MY former home... is in ruins. The inspector told us not to even come NEAR it, it's so unlivable.

The only room that doesn't look ruined at all is my former room. The worst room of all? Her former room. The floor is completely warped.

I don't know why I had to say that, I just did.

You know what? I need to go. I NEED to go.

Nothing should stop me.

This what I would say, if it weren't for our car dying. Just now. Thirty five minutes ago. We can't drive it.

What should I do?


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Writing is fun!

I'm actually having FUN writing Mossy's Day!

This, to put it lightly, is surprising.

Perhaps it's because I can pump out strip sized narratives in two minutes flat, while ACTUAL strips take about two hours?

I dunno.

Maybe it's because I don't focus on Mossy that much, and I'm just now getting to know her? I'm inside of her head, and she doesn't know it. Okay. I might want to rephrase that, but whatever.

Maddi thought it was good. That's cool. She also thought that it could use more... Zale-ish-ness. I'm not doing that. Zale being Zale is... not PG rated. End of story.

No elaboration.

Anyway... that brings us to the comic.

Yeah. Three out of One Maddis agree: WE SUCK AT THIS!

The problem we have, is our lack of planning for things coming up in real life. Another problem is our inability to CONTINUE doing things after said real life passes over.

And monkey robots.
Don't forget the monkey robots.

And NOW we have the mistake of... wait for it... DRAWING EACH OTHER'S COMICS!!!

Both as birthday presents.


That's actually going smoothly for us. I draw the first few comics of Sunrise Falls, and Maddi draws the next few comics of Got the Point?. It helps when Sunrise Falls is a spinoff! ^^

I ish a happy Rai. :3

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Mossy's Day -- Part 1: "MORNING"

Just a little while ago, I was thinking: I've not written anything in a long while. I mean, I've never liked what I've written ever, but it's just been bugging me. The last thing I wrote was... something that's still on the Interweb somewhere, but am too embarrassed to search for and find it.

In short, I don't like it at all.

But the point of this post is this: Maybe I can write things? So I thought up a short story about Mossy. Something that I most likely wouldn't write in comic form because it wouldn't work the same way.

So, without further ado, this is...

"Mossy's Day -- Part 1: "MORNING"" Written with a vengence by Joshua "Raiettei" L. Azalea Nosinev used with reluctant permission by Madison 'Rain' S.
Based on an untrue story

Brehp! Brehp! Breahp! Breahp!

The klaxon of the young doe's alarm clock was less than ideal in the earliest break of morning. “Just... just a couple more hours... please...” Mossy's voice, barely rasping out.
“Dangit, Moss! Turn that freakin' thing off! It's way too early for this LaRP!” With a pound of her hooved hand, the sharp sound ceased. Zale could still be heard complaining in the next room over.
She turned her head and slammed on the pillow. “It's only four in the morning, and already it's off to a wonderful start...” Her vision blurred, and she silently drifted back to sleep.

The next things she heard were not the most pleasant of things.

“Hurry up and get ready, Moss! School starts in a half hour!” shouted Azalea, Mossy's older brother.

At first, the words had no effect. Obviously, he's messing with me. She thought, I have at LEAST another hour, right? I mean, the clock hasn't even rang yet!
She made a quick glance at the clock out of curiosity, and made a horrifying discovery; Zale was telling the truth.

A few minutes of heroic BSOD later, Mossy sprung from her bed with a strange vigor. (as it later turned out, it was just the blood rushing to her head. But that's not really the point.) She quickly reached for her glasses... a little TOO quickly.
The ocular pair slipped from her grasp and fell behind the headboard. “Crap”

“Hurry up! Don't make me burst in there and drag you out!” Her father was a charming fellow.

She would have to deal with her glasses-problem later. Right now, it would be far more beneficial to get dressed, eh? So she headed over to her dresser. Of course she tripped over her table! What kind of story would it be if she didn't?

Mossy cursed mildly before quickly covering her mouth. Deer shouldn't swear.

After uneventfully getting dressed in her usual attire of a blue and white color-sleeve t-shirt emblazoned with the word “FReeK!” and a modestly long blue patterned skirt, she knew she had to retrieve her glasses from the dreaded underbelly of “Not on top of her bed”.

As she reached down into the horrifying abyss, Zale could be heard stomping up the stairs. “Don't tell me you're still sleeping! You've gotta go!” Just as Mossy was about to announce that she would be downstairs in a moment, the door came crashing open.

There was an equally loud thump heard when Mossys head collided with the shelf above it.

“Owwww...” She rubbed the now soft spot. Zale looked... blank? “Heh. Sorry.”

Mossy shot him a cold look, and continued the search. Azalea simply slinked out of the room, quietly saying “So you'll be right out. Good. Good.”

Her glasses were found in short order. Note to self: Clean the frigging wallspace...

She glanced at the clock, about fifteen minutes left!

Her hair needed to be tamed! No time for a braid!

Mossy's brush is species specific. Its designed to untangle the especially coarse hair of a deer. This of course, hurts like heck. Not only that, but it takes almost literally FOREVER to do.

Mossy does not have almost literally FOREVER to work with.

After a few painful strokes, it was “good enough” for her taste, and a ponytail was born.

Only nine minutes left!? How long was I DOING that!?

She rushed out the door, almost. ALMOST slipped on the stairs, and made one heckuva mad dash towards the door. The car's motor was running. Obviously, her father was waiting. He's a very patient man.

Just as she reached the door handle, Zale made an observation: “What happened to your antlers? I don't think I've EVER seen you without them.”

Mossy was conflicted. Get in the car, and not be late, thus not tarnishing whatever record she may have built up? Or forget keeping a nice attendance and keep up appearances?

Now that she thought about it, she's never told anybody except her best friend, Jyoseph, that her antlers were fake. As such, she couldn't just walk into Jenerin High without anybody noticing.
A lack of these usually-masculine objects would be definitely detrimental to any reputation that she may have had. Good or bad.

She had to go back in the house.

No matter what, nothing could keep her away from this goal.

“You're late”

Mossy's father is a very nonchalant man.


So... It's obvious to me that I haven't written anything in a LOOOONG time.

It's obvious to me that I haven't written anything GOOD in... ever!

So... what'choo think?