THEY KILLED LANCE(R)!!!!!!!

Just now, something funny happened. In fact, it felt almost as if some agent of HYDRA!!!!!! decided to hack into Marvel Heroes Omega. Something dodgy happened and the connection died. Not for my side, but only Marvel Heroes Omega. It's like some sort of DDOS assault launched in full force. Just don't ask me why. My user handle goes by the name singawine, but I'm sure that's not the reason why HYDRA!!!!!! decided to launch a full force DDOS assault. After all, you don't confuse my singawine with another entity's China Wine in the same way Nightcrawler is never Azazel.

Although that Star Wars moment is anything but forgettable.

For some funny reason, I decided that random Hydra agents (i.e. not Bob because he actually got a name) screaming "HYDRA!!!!!!" should be something outright hilarious.

And speaking of a "suspected" DDOS...

I suddenly feel like doing something. You can call it making fun of a specific someone, I prefer to call it Deadpool humor. Recently, I realised something interesting: Someone might have blocked me in the past and that someone decided to unblock me for some funny reason. Assuming I'm not imagining things, I decided to do something... well, you get the drift whenever Deadpool got either Bob or Weasel in a fight instead of his BFF (i.e. Badass Friend Forever) Cable.

To understand better the joke behind Lancer dying in every Fate/stay night route, check out this vid below. Apparently, either Nasu, Takeuchi, or both are fans of South Park.

This is what you get for having Luck at Rank E. Or was that Kenny?

What this post will be all about...

I've started writing a new chapter of A Requiem From Winter Past like a couple of days ago. I know this sounds crazy, but it felt absolutely weird seeing this after I started writing my new chapter. I'm not going to spoil it for you, but let's just say it still feels weird.

All in all, this post is a total recall from *previously in X-Men*. In my last post so as to speak, I touched on my very own ABC (note: NOT this kind of ABC). Then I realised I've created a rock which I cannot lift. Sounds like a paradox? That's because I'm not God.

完全リコール~絶対矛盾!!!!!!!*
*Just don't ask me whether Aragaki Yui will star in a drama non-existent.

But before that...

I need to "rephrase" the b-word. Instead of bracket, I need to find a cooler alternative. Bracket sounds so... banal, I guess.

Seasons? This one sounds too flowery/pompous for a world shrouded in darkness where gods do not exist.

Tetradeum? The Latin noun for four sounds nice. A wee bit too long perhaps?

Deum. Yes! I think I know which word I'm gonna use. It's the d-word. Officially, I'm gonna call it Deum.

In other words, we have the deum of spring, deum of summer, deum of autumn, and deum of winter. Yay! Problem solved!

That moment when you realized things have fallen into place...

Bridge runes

While bridge runes are used to connect the power to the user (or vice versa depending on your personal preference of order), there is a rule. Each deum has a specific bridge rune. After all, I need to make sure every rune is a useful rune in the same way every school (in Singapore) is a good school (read: I find that being a Tampines JC dropout doesn't make you less useful than a university graduate). While I did include this part in the last post, I feel the need to so-call "copy and paste". Hence, below is the list of which bridge rune to which deum.

Earrach (Deum of spring)-Es

Samhradh (Deum of summer)-Ia

Fomhar (Deum of autumn)-Or

Geimhreadh (Deum of winter)-Uf

Zyf (Deum of nihilo)-Aark

Notes:

1. I don't know how to describe the proper way to pronounce the individual runes for all the curious black cats out there like yours truly. However, the so-called first part of pronunciation should follow how you pronounce the individual alphabets (I mean the universal ABC, not my ABC or the other ABC).

2. Ia as a rune shouldn't be confused with every horny guy's fave pastime. It's like confusing Ea with the same thing. The proper pronunciation for Ia is i-yeh, not ee-yah.

3. Singaporeans may not understand Irish. In fact, it took me a Google to discover the Irish words for the spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Apparently, I'm truly born on 1st Nov in the year of the dog. Hopefully, this won't mean I will die early like Lance(r). I do admit having a Rank E Luck, though.

4. Incidentally, the pronunciation of Uf should sound like youth even though winter is never associated with youthfulness (that'd be spring or summer). I'll be 35 this year and I swear I look like someone of 25. Also, Uf, on the first glance, really reads like Ulf. Any association between me and Aeravor should be seen as either accidental or coincidental. As for which one, it depends on your interpretation.

5. Unlike the so-called normal deums, nihilo is NOT an Irish word. Rather, it is the Latin word for emptiness or nothingness. That's why we have stuff like ex nihilo and nihilism in our vocabulary.

Earrach:

Bors-Grants both the user and allies immunity to any negative effects, both physical and mental for a short period of time.

Cers-Inducing mental calm within the user, hence fostering heightened resistance to any negative mental effects like depression or terror.

Darg-Stimulates blood circulation in the user which would result in heightened reflexes.

Fleig-Cleanses the user of any negative physical effects like poison and bleeding.

Gis-Creates a bounded field which restores the user's health over time while enabling continual usage of magic without fatigue. All allies within the field will also receive this effect in full.

Notes:
1. Bors was the name of a knight in Arthurian folklore. Apparently, he was one of the "lucky" trinity to complete the Holy Grail achievement (the other two being Galahad and Percival).
As a rune, Bors means fort.

2. Cers is derived from Ceres, the name of the Roman goddess bossing agriculture, fertility, and motherly relationships (which I perceive to be the goddess of all mothers).
As a rune, Cers means refuge.

3. Darg is derived from Dearg, the Irish word for red.
As a rune, Darg means blood.

4. Fleig is my own way poking more fun at Fegelein. And I don't mean the real McCoy.
As a rune, Fleig means banner.

5. Gis is something accidentally derived from the word Irish word geas. I was actually attempting something a wee bit Japanese. I can assure you all that it's not for the sake of impressing Aragaki Yui.

As a rune, Gis means gift.

Samhradh:

Hel-Creates a spike in damage dealt. I don't have to explain to you what happens to people when they come into contact with fire the wrong way. Jolin, I think you're still at level 3, right? Not that I'm referring to Ward 43 otherwise known as the burn centre.

Jorm-Creates a searing pain within the target. Best way to explain it is the kind of poison which would cause a burning sensation throughout your body. May sound a bit like getting gonorrhoea, but it's definitely much, much worse. If Hel is about burning the target from the outside, then Jorm is all about burning from the inside.

Kaer-Creates a spike in adrenaline within allies. Try imagining Norsaic berserkers minus the drugs or/plus whatever. If no BFFs can be found, however...

Les-Basically, it's a wide-reaching circular wall of fire created after the phenomenon expires. The Les would not affect any allies caught within the range.

Mar-Creates a bounded field where all allies gain increased strength and fortitude. The user gains increased movement speed on top of above-mentioned effects.


Notes:
1. Hel is not referring to Hela. That one belongs to Marvel, not the Norse. I basically "pilfered" the Norsaic version since getting sued by Mr (Stan) Lee is never a good idea.
As a rune, Hel means pyre.

2. Jorm is Jörmungandr in a very... well, Ragnarok sense.
As a rune, Jorm means flare.

3. Kaer was intended as the variation of Caer (the Welsh word for stronghold). I actually forgot about Kaer Morhen.
As a rune, Kaer means king.

4. Les is definitely not the short form for lesbian. I was planning to do something French and LesPros Entertainment popped up. I have to be honest here, this time Aragaki Yui actually played a part, no matter how minor or major.
As a rune, Les means circle.

5. Mar is derived from Mars, the Roman bro to Ares. At the same time, Mar is also the title abbreviation of a shonen manga series by Anzai Nobuyuki (although the real deal reads like MÄR).
As a rune, Mar means battle.

Fomhar:

Nid-Next damage dealt by the user once any phenomenon has ended will recover a portion of health on a proportionate basis.

Pros-User deals increased damage throughout any phenomenon duration. The lower the user's health, the more damage dealt.

Qui-Induces a rush of emotions within the user in a single burst. Attacks will be faster and will hit harder at the expense of defensive awareness.

Rag-Increases the user's defensive awareness in exchange for a portion of the user's life force.

Ste-Creates a bounded field where illusionary leaves of gold are conjured at random (read: beyond the user's beck and call). The user and any ally are able to attack target opponent behind the cover via teleportation.

Note:
1. Nid is derived from Nidhogg, the anglicised version of Níðhöggr, the serpent/dragon living in Yggdrasil's basement.
As a rune, Nid means steal.

2. Pros is basically the second half of LesPros.
As a rune, Pros means struggle.

3. Qui is derived from the Spanish novel Don Quixote.
As a rune, Qui means regret.

4. Rag is derived from Ragnarok. Basically the Norsaic version of Armageddon.
As a rune, Rag means twilight.

5. Ste is derived from the word Stig. At the same time, there's another reason which I'm not in the position to disclose. Because I'll be killed like Lancer if I do so.
As a rune, Ste means beauty.

Geimhreadh:

Tev-User is able to execute any manner of counter-attack in a burst of martial awareness after using any thaumaturgy.

Hopefully, I don't get killed like Lancer over this vid. It's bad enough that I got his Irish luck.

Van-User's next attack from the user after any thaumaturgy will deal greater damage upon hit. The resultant force will be affected by how near the opponent is to death (i.e. the nearer the target is to death, the greater the force of the attack).

Wod-Any thaumaturgy effect will be maintained so long the user stays put at one spot. The user's ability to parry will also be heightened.

Xiv-Should the user's weapon comes into contact with the opponent during or shortly after any thaumaturgy effect, a burst of cold will engulf the target.

Yet-Creates a bounded field where the user's focus is pushed to the limit. Every blow is capable of rending even the finest armour while every hit taken will only heighten the user's focus with nary a scratch. If there are any allies present in the bounded field, both the user and allies will be given the rune effect of Xiv for the entire duration instead without the need for thaumaturgy.

Notes:
1. To be honest, Tev is derived from... okay, refer to what I said about Ste. I'm not interested in getting killed like Lancer.
As a rune, Tev means cold. At the same time, Aeravor actually used it before.

2. Van should be very straightforward. It is derived from Vánagandr. At the same time, the River Ván is also where the name Vánagandr is hailed from.
As a rune, Van means mortality.

3. Wod is derived from Wōden, the Old English version of Odin's name.
As a rune, Wod means wood (yes, I know that's terribly lame).

4. Xiv is derived from a non-mythology source. Namely, some Thayan bloke.
As a rune, Xiv means blizzard.

5. Yet is basically a case me hitting a dry well. I can't think of anything better. Then the Chinese surname Ye popped up. I think I'm really going to die like Lancer.
As a rune, Yet means survival.

Just a deum in name:

Zyf-Nullify any thaumaturgy effect and recreating it for the user's own. Sounds like taichi, but more impressionnant since the process of recreating involves liberties taken (read: the process of recreating can result in something totally different).

Note:
1. Zyf is derived from two words. Namely, Zephyr and Ziph. Ziph is actually the name of an ancient Israelite city where David sought refuge before. Long story short, the people there decided to curry favour with Saul instead of helping the son of Jesse.
As a rune, Zyf means the end.

2. Aark is derived from Noah's ark. More specifically the ark itself since no one gave that floating wooden box a name.
As a rune, Aark means revert.




P.S: Burnt out right now. Apparently, I don't have a life. That's why I'm cursed with the insane focus of a mad genius, true genius or no genius. Perhaps I truly need a MRI scan to confirm whether I'm really a genius.

Add P.S: If you see the word phenomenon being used, be assured that it's referring to the visual aspect of thaumaturgy. In short, both terms can be used interchangeably.

Final P.S: Thaumaturgy refers to both the visual aspect (phenomenon) and the process.

Next up-Weapons and technique now that thaumaturgy class is now over. At least hopefully so since my brain is more back-and-forth than Donald Trump.

The most chaotic post ever?

I just want to do something. Or rather write something. After coming across this article, I felt very messed up. On one hand, I will never condemn a person based on what is merely said. Yet, on the other hand, the chaotic rage refuses to die down. I felt like writing something, not just the current chapter for A Requiem from Winter Past. Therefore, this may well be the most chaotic post so far. I don't consider myself as the all-righteous moral crusader, however. I'm not King Richard I or even Saladin when it comes to chivalry. I consider myself as more of a knight gone berserk.

For starters, I will be writing up on a bushfire gone global. Secondly, I may also write on other things ranging from point A to point B. That is provided I'm still in Guts mode. Don't know what is Guts mode?

This Guts is not the original Guts. The original Sanders is the one below.

Lyrics

Note: I don't believe in Berserk's definition of God (if there's truly one in that world), but I do believe in Berserk's definition of human nature. No worries, though. I can handle dissent, trust me.

Add note: One more song before I continue on my berserk rampage.

Lyrics

Know thy enemy, know thyself first

It's very easy to start firing arrows of fire and brimstone. It's very easy for our wrath to be poured out upon the alleged culprits like how Sodom and Gomorrah were annihilated. To understand the whole thing on a better scale, we must understand human nature. While I'm no (genius) conman named Akiyama Shinichi, I'm going to try my best to dissect what makes humanity tick on this matter. In the most twisted way possible, no less. And speaking of humanity and human nature, you and I are definitely part of the order.

"People who are still tormented by their consciences are still worth saving."

It doesn't matter whether it is Harvey Weinstein, Ben Affleck, or even Jack Neo (assuming the worst, that is). People who are still tormented by their consciences are still worth saving. The real question is "when" instead of "are they". Of course, that is assuming they really feel the guilt.

Let's be objective here. Compassion is a must in a society where Darwin might be right after all. However, law and order is also a must for people to appreciate better the value of compassion. If the culprits must learn their lesson in jail, so be it. If they must spend a lifetime making amends, let them do it. The worst-case scenario would be neither. Not so much an issue of justice, but rather that of repentance.

Yet, it must also be stressed home that expecting the victims to forgive their oppressors is nothing short of idiocy. It doesn't matter the level of your education or even how holy thou art. To forgive is not to forgive them, but to spare yourself from a lifetime of anguish. What kind of crap is this logic? It takes someone who has been through hell to speak about it, not a Snow White living in a castle complete with her Prince Charming and seven dwarves as servants. It's very easy for us to say Belle understood her Beast, but the same shouldn't be said when it comes to Gaston and all his rabid bros.

So how should we help the victims? Firstly, saying "my prayers are with you" is a dangerous thing. If you want to pray for the victim, go ahead. Just don't announce it like a hypocrite. Better it is to be a silent prayer warrior than to be a noisy vessel with nary a thing inside. Unless you're referring to excrement, of course.

Secondly, prayer alone is only for those incapable of doing anything more. Whatever one can do, just do it. Understand what the victim needs the most. If she desires a hearing ear, just keep quiet and listen to her anguished words. If she desires a truthful statement, then better it is to offer the blows of a friend instead of offering kisses of an enemy. I admit the latter case is extremely risky. In fact, chances are that she will scream at you and tell you to get out. Therefore, please make sure she understands you instead of assuming that she understands you. At the same time, please don't say anything unless she asks you to. Listen to her, obey her, what she asks you, just do accordingly. And when I say accordingly, I mean according to what she says, not according to what you think she says.

It's very easy to say the victim desires justice. Of course, we all desire justice whenever we suffered injustice. Which is why we are capable of hating others. We hate others not just because of what they do and say. When justice isn't served hot instead of cold, you can expect the hatred to elevate. More than justice and hatred, however, the victim needs to be assured that not everyone is against her. That in spite of feeling like some enemy of humanity, she is merely a victim who deserves compassion, not condemnation. If she approaches you, it means she trusts you. If she stays silent, please do not say "I don't know" unless you're no friend of hers. In this case, saying you're her friend means you're a liar. And that makes you no different from the monster(s) who harmed her. If she doesn't have a friend, it's the duty of people like teachers and family members to fulfil their obligation. It's not some kind of professional obligation. After all, that's how morally illegal lawyers lie their way to victory. I'm referring to moral obligations.

In any case, the victim owes nothing to anyone apart from herself (but only if she truly felt there's a debt owed somewhere). And no one should twist the truth in a bid to self-canonize.

"Doubt them. Question them, suspect them... and take a good, long look into their hearts. Humans are the kind of beings that can't put their pain into words, after all."

Seriously, how do you doubt the victim? You can't doubt the fact that they're victims. Yet, we must understand that when people are in pain, they can (and will) do or say irrational things. I don't have to teach you how to differentiate self-harm from self-criticism. Still don't understand the difference? Very well then.

I always end up saying I'm the king of procrastination in terms of writing A Requiem From Winter Past. That is self-criticism.

The victim calls herself the queen of promiscuity. That is self-harm.

Now one must be very careful in processing what is said. If you don't know what to say, then don't say anything beyond "I'm here for you. You got my number, I guarantee you I'll have your back." Even the most meaningless words spoken in honesty can be a balm far better than the gold and silver offered by those most knowledgeable.

Either way, be prepared to doubt them whenever the victim starts the journey of self-mutilation. In fact, behind every act of physical self-mutilation lies an equal (or greater) desire to inflict verbal self-mutilation. If you're not suffering, that's called self-deprecation. If you're suffering, that's called self-harm.

If you can't doubt them because you know what they're talking about (and trust me, there's a chance of the victim having some semblance of awareness on what went on in the back alley last night because not every rapist is intelligent enough to spike a drink), then question them. Let me just do a... well, simple demonstration.

Victim: I shouldn't have dressed this way!

BFF: So does that mean that bastard shouldn't go to jail?

Victim: I still shouldn't have dressed this way!

BFF: So you're telling me that bastard deserves to be jailed only for three months?

Victim: But...

BFF: No buts. Either you call me a liar or you say that bastard deserves to rot in jail plus his sorry ass rotting from the caning.

Victim: You're not a liar.

BFF: Good. That settles the issue then.

Suspect them if they display any signs of hesitation. Not everyone can be Kim Jong-un, but you can be very sure that's why people crave power. If you don't do so, your victim friend(s) will proceed on the road to self-destruction. There are more than just one way to destroy the self. Alcoholism, drug addiction... perhaps even attempting suicide as the worst form of self-harm. Don't let the victims destroy themselves. Disappointment and despair are two different things. Disappointment is that guy not getting his dream girl. Despair is that girl losing faith in humanity in every sense of the statement just because some retarded neanderthal watched too many porn in a bid to handle rejection.

Take a good, long look into their hearts, no matter how difficult. No one is demanding you to be Akiyama Shinichi, you don't need to have a degree in psychology to help your friend. Psychological knowledge is for professionals to help people they don't know. Period. Yes, such knowledge can help. In fact, it can help a lot. But it's not an excuse to act dumb and play it dumber. In fact, Akiyama-san summed it up best by saying "Humans are the kind of beings that can't put their pain into words, after all."

Do not give up. Because if you do, the words of Akiyama Shinichi will condemn you.

["'Trust'. The act is without a doubt a very noble one. But you know, what many people call 'trust' is actually giving up on trying to understand others. And that has nothing to do with 'trust', but is rather apathy."]

In fact, the titular liar of Liar Game (pardon the pun) went as far as to say this:

["People should be doubted. Many people misunderstand this concept. Doubting people is just a part of getting to know them. What many people call 'trust' is really just giving up on trying to understand others, and that very act is far worse than doubting. It is actually 'apathy'."]

Note: Please do not confuse "doubting" in this context with doubting others in order to say "See? I'm right! That Kuok Minghui is a liar by comparing himself with Akiyama Shinichi!"

"Humans, in general, feel uneasy when there’s dissonance between them and their external environment. And so, to cancel that uneasiness they try to synchronize (or make peace) with that environment."

This refers to just about anyone apart from the truly guilty ones. For the victims, this is a dangerous headstart to self-blaming. When we talk about victim blaming, the worst case scenario is never about accusations from others. Rather, it is self-loathing due to various factors and decisions made, no matter how damning. Yet, it must be stressed home that no amount of factors and decisions made should be used as an excuse to justify wickedness. In fact, only two types of people will resort to such a tactic. The aggressors and the defence attorney. This is why when we talk about sexual atrocities, we must learn from Akiyama Shinichi. This guy, despite being a non-macho Japanese bro, should be the perfect role model. Check out what he said below.

["Now, you’ve only got two different options to choose from: Prove that everything I just said was bullshit, or admit your guilt."]

So what if you got it wrong? Assertion always carries forth a certain risk. This is something which even a twelve-year-old kid can understand. If you want to point a finger or two, you don't need to be the judge, jury, or prosecutor. All you need is proof and confidence on top of whatever instinct you have, no matter whether you're man or woman. Case in point: Do you need to be the judge, jury, or prosecutor to call the cops? I don't think so. And besides, they're too busy in the courtroom for that kind of thing.

The scariest part, however, is not about how to slay that nine-headed hydra. It's about preventing that beast from devouring you. The environment, no matter whether it's the showbiz or anywhere else, can be absolutely toxic. It's like the poison of Jörmungandr, the kind of venom which can fell even a mighty god like Thor (not that Hollywood one you see alongside Tom Hiddleston). Hence, is it any wonder that no one, man or woman, has the courage to emulate Susanoo when he slew the dreaded Yamata no Orochi? So what if there's no Kushinada-hime to impress? If I'm not deluded enough to say I can impress the likes of Park Shin-hye, Emilia Clarke, and Aragaki Yui, it means your Kushinada-hime shouldn't be a factor.

Let me be this frank. If you think Thor's bravery is a must, then you're being lied to. Hollywood is not about telling you the truth. In fact, Iron Man summed it up best in the most... well, ironic fashion.

A brief intro about Susanoo. He's more of a Thor as a god. After all, he's the Japanese god of the storm. As an individual, he's more of a Loki. Simply put, he's a bloody son of a bitch just like how Loki is that son of a blue giant.

Long story short, he gave his sis Amaterasu the worst kind of two-finger salute possible. Yet, he was smart enough to slay a monster by using his brains like Loki.

So learned anything yet? Well, either I hope so or I guess not.

"I've already made up my mind, to the statement: 'The most important thing in life is money'. I answered 'No'."

Fame and money go hand in hand. They are the worst kind of BFF you can afford to deal with. That is if you can really afford to do so. This isn't about telling people how to deal with victims the right way. Rather, this is the cold hard truth when it comes to the root of many evils, lesser, greater, and middling.

In other words, you can't affect other people when it comes to choices made. But what about you? If you want to be in the showbiz, know what you're in for. If you have to be the coward and turn the other cheek before any evil, be it lesser, greater, or middling, don't you think it's time to say "I quit"?

This comes into mind Jack London's Call of the Wild. The protagonist Buck was no human being. In fact, Buck was a dog. Yet, why is it that Buck's ending was that of a wolf with nothing but pride? Why is it that Buck chose not to live on as a dog he was born to be? Because Buck made a choice: Better it is to die like a wolf than to suffer as a dog. Someone once said, "There are more dogs than humans in Singapore". Truth is, Buck was born a dog (note that I never say "in the year of the dog" because that would be me).

"Don't succumb to panic. Only those who see the bigger picture win."

Thankfully, I don't have to add anything beyond talking about the topic I intended to talk about. You can call this saving the best for the last, others can say I'm trying a shrewd hand by reserving Mayim Bialik's controversial statements for the last in order to minimize the negative impact.

So what is the bigger picture in the light of whatever panic incurred? It's very unfortunate, sad, and pathetic that we human beings don't have the instinct to ask "why?" or similar questions. No one is telling you to be the Lancelot to her Guinevere (hopefully, that doesn't come out wrong like Hawkeye complimenting Squirrel Girl on her tail). We Singaporeans are known for two extremes. On one hand, we're known to be terribly sharp in maths and science. When it comes to the ability to ask "why?", we're hopelessly thick. And I'm referring to the brain unless your brain is actually somewhere below the hip.

Laugh all you want, I'm willing to admit the flaws of my fellow Singaporeans. However, this also means one thing: There's something in common between us and them. And that is the inability to ask "why?" even if such a call may seem pointless. Actually, it is not pointless.

Asking "why?" means trying to see the bigger picture. Have we ever asked "why?" in the light of what Mayim Bialik said? Yes? No? No one is demanding you to agree with her. But is it so hard to understand proper English coming out from yours truly?

In every human being lies the ability to reason through logic. We're not animals even though we do have the tendency to behave like one (which explains why Hollywood is now trying to do damage control by my own guess). If we can't differentiate between judging the situation and judging the victim (believe it or not, there is a difference. I'll come to that later), shouldn't we first ask "why?" Not as in "why are we so thick?" but rather asking why that person said such a thing.

Which now comes to the difference between judging the situation and judging the victim. I'll just do a simple demonstration below.

Judge: I hereby sentence you to twenty years in jail.

Accused: NO!!!!!!!

Defense Attorney: But he's repentant!

Judge: So? Every murderer sentenced to hang is always repentant.

Defense Attorney: But the victim contributed to that twenty minutes of action!

Judge: So? If someone murders your son just because he's guilty of provocation, then maybe I should give the murderer a lighter sentence. Like three months in prison?

Defense Attorney: THAT'S A STUPID ARGUMENT! AND DON'T YOU USE MY SON AS AN ARGUMENT!

Judge: And I can't be bothered with your client's bullshit and more bullshit coming from you. Trust me, you've been trying to bullshit me since the first day of trial. Be thankful I never charged you for contempt of court.

Finally, let's use religion as an example

No, I'm not out to attack anyone's religious faith. I'm not interested in following the footsteps of Shrey Bhargava even though he accidentally (?) contributed to the society via raising the spectre of casual racism in Singapore. Rather, it's this. Mahatma Gandhi once famously said "I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." You don't have to tell me where Gandhi is right now, that's none of my business. And neither is that your business. Firstly, I know where I will go after I die. Secondly, do you?

Let me quote Akiyama-san once again to end this post. Hopefully, this last statement should wake you up, Christian or no Christian, when it comes to the real problem plaguing the world. And no, it's not just the churches and Christians.

["A former teacher of mine, Okabe-sensei, was always saying this to me: 'To believe people is to doubt them.'... meaning if you keep doubting people and searching what's inside them, sooner or later you're bound to understand something about them. And when you do, you'll be able to entrust something to them. That is what it means to trust and believe."]

Disclaimer P.S: Apart from the last one, all the headers should be credited to Akiyama Shinichi of Liar Game even though he's 100% fictional.

Grabstein, Schmelztiegel, Vánagandr

Grabstein

It's been a whirlwind few hours. From Harvey Weinstein to Mayim Bialik, from why #MeToo is a must to why there are not hashtags for Mogadishu. The thing I've learnt from Harvey Weinstein and #MeToo is that people are always guilty of evils lesser, greater, and middling.

If there's anything I've learnt from Mayim Bialik and Mogadishu, it will be that people are stupid and politically correct by nature.

Come to think of it, Kiritsugu was right when it comes to actual human nature.

At the same time, Harvey's likely grabstein makes the timing of the first Heaven's Feel movie look awkward.

Schmelztiegel

The Crucible/crucible. I don't know whether I should use the capital letter or small letter when it comes to the third alphabet of the ABC. When I first started out writing A Requiem From Winter Past, it was first known as A Ranger's Tale. I wasn't thinking clearly on what I truly wanted to write, just that I wanted to write. That was during the prolonged period of time where I was suffering at the hands of people, environment, and those who actually didn't know a single thing about me (near 20 years to be exact). I didn't have a goal, I didn't even have my own self-worth. Perhaps the only thing separating me from a dead person is the top of a nearby building. And it didn't help that I was forced to confront the worst in people, be they Christians or non-Christians.

As time went by, I actually realised I've accidentally done something... well, it's definitely not biblical. Rather, I might have unwittingly created the pre-flood world where Noah was living. Then again, I'm definitely not the only one guilty of such an accident. Works like A Song of Ice and Fire, Akame Ga Kill, and Berserk are classic examples of what I've unwittingly pulled off.

Note: This is for those who like both Studio Ghibli and Game of Thrones on FB.

Vánagandr

The saying "a wolf knows best the sinful man" was inspired by a quote in the first BlazBlue game where Hakumen's stage was concerned. More specifically, what was written in the description. Afterwards, things went downhill swiftly. Not in a bad way, but rather in a good way. In a world where God doesn't exist, anybody and everybody can be one so as to speak. If human beings are really like that, then Aeravor is their mirror. Of course, there is more than a way to do the mirror thing. It's just that I chose the cruellest way. Why I say it's the cruellest way? Well, only an idiot will say Aeravor is a good man. 

Note: Not intended as a shot fired at Harvey Weinstein while he's down, grabstein is the German word for a tombstone. Schmelztiegel means crucible in German. Although it can also be written as tiegel, going through the details means I opted for the longer (and arguably cooler) version. Google translate interface is really that damn good. As for Vánagandr, that's one of Loki's kids. And I'm not referring to Tom Hiddleston.

What this post is all about

Firstly, my brain is a 50-50 atm. On one hand, the focus isn't there. On the other hand, I'm not physically tired. It feels as if my brain is in a blank state. Secondly, I've managed to do the relevant changes when it comes to magic. Thankfully, it's only 1 chapter.

The usage of runes is inspired by... well, I don't know whether it's a case of plagiarising or whatever. Because I want to be very ambitious, I decided to create the ABC system. When I say ABC, I'm not referring to Chloe Bennet Wang. I'm referring to a common system used by Yanks, Brits, and Aussies alike. Not to mention S'poreans as well.

When I decided on the 26 alphabets system for my runes, there's a major hiccup. How in Dante's Inferno am I going to accommodate different runes into different letters? Because this is about magic, there's the obvious need to create variation instead of monotony.

Basically, the first thing I did was to try separating 26 alphabets into equal portions. The problem is, it's very hard to create an even proportion when it comes to allocating 26 letters into any number of brackets more than two. Then I came up with an idea.

In the ABC system, there are five vowels. The presence of AEIOU inspired me to create a bridge of sorts. Where the vowel bridge would lead, I leave the guessing to you. However, this ended up creating another problem. Because my plan was to create four brackets, it's absolutely impossible to try dividing 21 letters this way. In fact, not even a Jewish mathematician can do that.

I was forced to play with my brain again like a cat grappling with an eel. Thankfully, it didn't take this S'porean cat too long to make that slippery fish go "oh mak kau..." (note: You don't have to ask me what is "oh mak kau" if you got a Malay friend/colleague/girlfriend, be you a local S'porean or foreign talent)

How the system goes:

First bracket of letters-B, C, D, F, G

Second bracket of letters-H, J, K, L, M

Third bracket of letters-N, P, Q, R, S

Fourth bracket of letters-T, V, W, X, Y

Vowels-A, E, I, O, U

Null-Z

I know I've yet to explain the null part, so let me explain it. But before that, let me rephrase the ABC into my very runic lexicon. Note that the order goes from A to Z.

Aark, Bors, Cers, Darg, Es, Fleig, Gis, Hel, Ia, Jorm, Kaer, Les, Mar, Nid, Or, Pros, Qui, Rag, Ste, Tev, Uf, Van, Wod, Xiv, Yet, Zyf.

While above list reads like something written, they're meant to be spoken. The pronunciation would sound a bit like how one pronounces the individual alphabets. In English, no less. In terms of written form, we'll be talking about glyphs. Or something like... this? Either way, combining glyphs and runes is fair and legal in fantasy. If anyone asks you who said so, use limpeh's name. Going by the brackets I've devised, the system should look like this.

Spring: Bors, Cers, Darg, Fleig, Gis

Summer: Hel, Jorm, Kaer, Les, Mar

Autumn: Nid, Pros, Qui, Rag, Ste

Winter: Tev, Van, Wod, Xiv, Yet

Yes, I know I've yet to explain the last alphabet. I'll get to that. Trust me. Right now, allow me to explain how the individual runes in their respective brackets work. Because I'm too lazy to do extensive brain work, I decided that each bracket will have the same properties allotted to the runes inside.

The first aspect (i.e. properties stated above) refers to the element. Going by the spring, summer, autumn, and winter order, the elements are water, fire, earth, and air. Spring symbolises rebirth in the same way water represents life (no lame jokes on "if it swallows us, we die", please). Summer symbolises passion in the same way fire represents both its destructive and constructive nature. Autumn symbolises the nearing to an end just like how the earth is associated with the necessity of harvest. Lastly, winter symbolises demise in the same way the element of air represents emptiness. The first rune in any bracket will always belong to the first aspect.

The second aspect refers to civilisation. For spring, it represents peace. For summer, it represents prosperity. For autumn, it represents turmoil. For winter, it represents war. The second rune in any bracket belongs to the second aspect.

The third aspect refers to the nature of all living things. Unlike the first two aspects, the third aspect merely divides the four brackets into two groups. Spring and summer belong to the physical side while autumn and winter belong to the mental side. The third rune in any bracket belongs to the third aspect.

The fourth aspect refers to secondary elements associated with primary elements under the first aspect. For spring, it is wood. For summer, it is lightning. For autumn, it is steel. For winter, it is ice.

The fifth and final aspect refers to what truly binds the runic powers to the world itself. For spring, it is Alfheim. For summer, it is Muspelheim. For autumn, it is Svartalfheim. For winter, it is Niflheim.

As for the bridge runes (i.e. the vowels), they're there as bridges connecting the runes to the desired effect. Because the usage of magic involves the flow of power rather than pulling a rabbit out of the hat, a vowel must be used in order to translate the power of any rune into something substantial. Otherwise, magic would just be no more than a concept alone. Every bracket has its own bridge runes. For spring, it is the Es rune. For summer, it is the Ia rune. For autumn, it is the Or rune. For winter, it is the Uf rune. As for where the Aark rune stands in the whole order of things...

Zyf and nullification

As the rune of nullification, Zyf can render any magical effect, thaumaturgy or metallurgy, useless. In other words, Zyf is the ultimate counter to all things magic. Like the other runes, Zyf requires a bridge rune. That rune is Aark. However, it must also be stated that...

1. The Zyf rune is useless against anything non-magic. This is because magic is a power meant to bend reality. Or rather, it is the only power capable of doing that.

2. Usage of this rune is rare at best, unseen at worst. What this means is that only very few individuals are able to pull this off.

3. Unlike other runes, Zyf is never used in crafting weapons and armour.

Thaumaturgy

Thaumaturgy refers to the creation of any phenomenon. It is meant to affect the natural order of things including living matter. As a power, thaumaturgy cannot be used on non-living matter.

Usage of runes: Thaumaturgy involves two runes mentally drawn. The letters must be clearly registered to achieve the desired effect. Otherwise, either the magic won't materialise or it may have deadly volatile effects instead.

Metallurgy

Metallurgy refers to the reinforcement of non-living matter, be it merely strengthening or conferring additional properties. As a power, metallurgy cannot be used on living matter or reality.

Usage of runes: Metallurgy requires the etching of runes onto any weapon or armour. Like thaumaturgy, metallurgy also requires two runes to be mentally drawn. However, this requires less focus than thaumaturgy due to the physical presence of the runes. The manner of metallurgy effect is decided by which runes are inscribed.

Every school is a good school?

Whether we like it or not, there will always be differences abound. It's like imagining Tampines Junior College being on the par with Raffles Junior College. I don't have to attend Tampines JC to tell you that's a load of bull, let alone any graduate or student.

However, magic isn't education. Rather, it is nothing more than a form of usable power. And nothing less than that as well. Because of physical limitations, any user can only tap into one bracket out of four available when it comes to thaumaturgy. As for metallurgy, the process of inscribing runes is there for a reason. Of course, exceptions may or may not exist. That's up to me to decide.

冬の鎮魂曲 [完全リコール!!!!]

This is getting crazy and out of hand. My neither-here-nor-there attitude where designing the video game version of A Requiem From Winter Past is looking more like Donald Trump's crisis management skill than anything else. It's like Theresa May getting stuck between an angry EU and the angry Tories. It really resembles Abe Shinzo trapped between domestic woes and a civil war.

Then again, I'm pretty sure it didn't hit the epic level of my nation's submarine subway. Ah well, at least the Germans now got a new BFF. And hopefully, it's not me.

I'd like to embed the Arnie cup noodles ad video as well, but it seems the embedding option is disabled. Hence, I decided to do a compensation. Well, of sorts...

Note: Due to a twisted version of Le Morte d'Arthur currently being written by President Emmanuel Macron instead of Sir Thomas Malory, it is without a doubt that certain memories thrice damned are bound to come back. Therefore, please allow me to offer a compensation worth 15 minutes of looping.

"The greatest craven deed is never a show of weakness, but rather a refusal to admit one's own cowardice."

~Kuok "yours truly" Minghui

(I actually did a Google search in order to ensure I can have the copyright to this quote)

完全リコール=Total Recall=Kanzen Recall

I've never played the Witcher series. Not the censored version, definitely not the uncensored version. Let alone the latest deal with the most achievements. While I won't call myself the Christopher Columbus of Singapore (since I don't identify my ways with his ways), I have to admit I've got that Marco Polo DNA which no sane local S'porean has.

So what it means is that I actually have the weird tendency of browsing random wikis like a cat. 90% of the stuff I know so far hailed from such sources so that no one can call me a fraud per se.

More specifically, in this case, the Witcher wiki. That's basically the reason why I put 完全リコール/Total Recall/Kanzen Recall as part of the post title. The meaning should be very clear, I made sure of that just now. Therefore, any attempt to stalk your dream Japanese megami tensei will result in me saying "not my problem" like Ken Jeong. Seriously, don't be so stupid to ask your dream Japanese megami tensei what is 完全リコール. Because I say so and I've already said what needs to be said. You wouldn't want to make the Okinawans salty like how the Koreans have become... well, salty.

So what will be changed?

Basically, I'll just revert the story format back to the original Sanders. Namely, following the events written in the book. However, the controls will be... well, hopefully quite different. Since this is a 完全リコール, I don't think there's a need for me to up the relevant "Previously on *insert title here*" links.

Controls used

I know above meme is a very cruel way to laugh at a certain Mr Bill. After all, the tables were effectively turned when we talk about the starting sales (read: apparently, the business dudes at Sony failed their maths last time around when they did the PS3 pricing). However, I'll have to be fair in saying I'm more used to the PS controller interface more than anything else. That's even though I was guilty of buying a modded PS2 instead of the original Sanders. Please note that this was a choice gone horribly wrong on the moral scale. Seriously, don't buy a modded console. Even though I don't have the moral high ground to say that per se due to my past record as a closet troublemaker.

Wait... I think Mr Bill and his friends have come up with a way to do a mod-block. Last time I checked, there are no modded PS3 consoles in the market. Hopefully, I'm not wrong.

Controls:

Triangle-Attack

Square-Defend

Circle-Parry

Cross-Tactic

Left analogue stick-Character movement

Right analogue stick-Camera zoom

D-pad-Using consumable (four consumable slots available)

L1-Focus

R1-Force

L2-Thaumaturgy

R2-Metallurgy

L1+R1+L2+R2-Elegy

A story of how stuff works

In this section, I'll explain how stuff works in terms of buttons and controls. Hopefully, the interface would sound too streamlined to be real.

How this thing works: Attack

While the action is self-explanatory, attacks here refers specifically to weapon attacks. There are two variations to attacking.

The first would be fast attack where less damage is dealt per hit. However, fast attacks can be chained. Depending on the weapon used, the chain combo can last anywhere from 3 to 7 hits. Fast attacks have a base chance of 2% to critical hit and cannot be cancelled. Fast attack is done by tapping the button.

The second variation is heavy attack where high damage is dealt. This attack will also cause armour rend status where the opponent will take more damage for the rest of the fight. However, this attack cannot be chained and it is slow to come out. If your heavy attack misses the mark, you'll open yourself up for any counter-attack where the first hit will deal extra damage. Heavy attacks have a base critical damage of 10%. At the same time, heavy attacks can be cancelled either before or in the middle of the animation. The former will increase Focus gauge while the latter deals only one-third damage instead. This is particularly important because cancelling allows you to pull off your next move asap. Heavy attack is done by holding down the button.

How this thing works: Defend

Defend is separated into two types. Namely, dodging and holding ground.

Dodging involves either rolling forward or backwards. This is done by pressing the button and directing the movement via the left analogue stick at the same time. Until the animation kicks in, however, you'll be opened for any attacks. The next attack dealt within the next 3 seconds after dodging will deal double damage upon hit.

Holding ground involves taking damage in exchange for filling up both the Focus gauge and Force gauge (more on that later) throughout the effect duration. This is done by holding down the button. When holding ground, you cannot perform any other action. However, there will be a 30% chance of any attack being automatically parried (see below).

How this thing works: Parry
Unlike the first two buttons, parry cannot be done via holding down the button. Rather, it can only be executed by pressing the button before an attack hit you. A successful parry will cause your next attack within the next 3 seconds to automatically hit.

How this thing works: Tactic
Tactic is a power unique to the respective characters. Conferring various effects depending on the character used, this is what truly separates one character from another.

How this thing works: D-pad
In this game, you'll have 4 inventory slots. These slots are meant for items prepared to be used either outside of combat or during one. If any slot is greyed out, it means the item in that slot cannot be used. Items able to be slotted in the D-pad interface are potions and projectiles. Potions can only be used outside of combat while projectiles can only be used during combat.

To reconfigure the items filling the inventory slots, press any D-pad directional button and triangle/square/circle/cross.

How this thing works: Focus
Focus refers to a buff effect that requires a full Focus gauge to trigger. Depending on the character used, the Focus effect varies accordingly.

How this thing works: Force
Force refers to a powerful attack unique to the character using it. Force power deal the highest weapon damage compared to fast or heavy attacks. Force power can only be triggered when the Force gauge is full.

How this thing works: Thaumaturgy
Otherwise known as magic, Thaumaturgy is all about warping reality via one's imagination. However, thaumaturgy, as a power, is never one meant to create. Simply put, it can only alter what is already there. More on this in a future post.
[Hint: Runes are involved]

Note: While thaumaturgy sounds like the concept of Marble Phantasm, the power level is actually much more limited. Marble Phantasm involves the reshaping/altering on an unlimited basis, thaumaturgy can only do this much. Or little for that matter.

How this thing works: Metallurgy
It's like reinforcing a material without technology. Simply put, it's also known as magic like thaumaturgy. metallurgy is all about increasing the durability of armour and weapons during combat. However, to use the power of metallurgy requires a medium. More on this in a future post.
[Hint: Runes are involved. Again]

Note: Metallurgy is indeed reinforcement magic pulled off by Nasu. However, only metal things are legit for my own version of the deal.

How this thing works: Elegy
The most powerful card in the hand of any character. Try imagining something like an A-bomb. That's how high the power level can go. Elegy is the act of subjugating reality under the heel of the user's inner world. Sounds like thaumaturgy? Well, try comparing Unlimited Blade Works with standard projection. Also, runes are not required.

Note: Elegy sounds like the concept of Reality Marble, but it's not really that straightforward. Without spoiling it, I can only say this much.


P.S: Need to eat dinner soon. Also, I need to do some gaming because 2x Guild Marks event for Neverwinter is ending at 10:30 pm @S'pore timezone.

Add P.S: At the risk of sounding terribly Japanese despite my identity as a S'porean Chinese, I may need to do a bit of 完全リコール for A Requiem From Winter Past. And no, it's not for the sake of impressing Aragaki Yui-san because I'm not cursed with delusional ambition.

A Tale Of Brethren And Beyond

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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"Binding is never greater than the act of severing, for what has been can't be restored."

~Kagetsu no Ji'Yeon

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"Spit it out. Spit it out before I do it for you."

Before Malos Fergunnson, the young recruit can only swallow hard in a show of nerves. Jon Evans may be one of the very few blue-eyed boys in the Mancher division, but it also means a higher standard demanded. Just one cycle ago, the testy gaffer threw out a flying boot. Dave Becker, another favourite recruit of his, angered him by questioning the sanity behind his order.

Well, at least I wasn’t around to get that boot in the face. Becks must have been absolutely shattered before his sweet dainty Vicky.

"Well, just promise you won’t flare up, Sir."

Jon is definitely treading on dangerous ground. Days after entering the finest Leonum division, a senior had warned him what to expect. Malos is never someone who appreciates others just because there are people brown-nosing those higher up. Instead, he shows his favour to those displaying the merit of deed rather than name. As a result, Malos Fergunnson has earned a reputation for being hard to please and harder to placate.

"You want to know how I flare up, lad?" snaps the testy gaffer, "Wake up, soldier. Unless you want to tell me that you’re just entering my office for fun."

Damn you, Cristean Ronal. Why must I be the one breaking the news? Why always me?

"Gaffer, I’m glad to say we’re screwed."

A booming voice reminding Malos of his younger days pierces his ears, the shock it causes reverberating throughout his innermost being. When he was younger, the grizzled veteran prided himself on being heard. More oft than not, he was more correct than his superiors. Hence, a fierce pride in his own booming roar. That was until he became a trainer and Royas Kent greeted him as a recruit. Back then, both were at Mersey. Now, one is the leader and the other his second in command.

"Screwed? What do you mean we’re screwed?"

Before Malos’ question, Royas shoots a glance towards young Jon. Knowing what it means, Malos dismisses the lad with a telling wave of his hand.

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"Gael Kodr, you have a visitor! So get your arse out of the bed and stop dreaming about shafting your fair lady Alestrial Eliaden!"

If there is anything about Catterm Leen which Elys has failed to change, it’d be the constant ridicule directing towards his best friend. However, there is something in that most average lad piquing the redhead’s curiosity. Elys always comments that girls prefer men who carry themselves in a reassuring manner, her statement apparently hinting not at the bed. While Catterm has never tried imagining Gael having sex with Adine, let alone any other girl, he's forced to admit that the sole daughter of Crocker Tayne isn’t the only one infatuated with that idiotic buddy of his.

"As the daughter of Graniar Calig Tenias, I bind you to silence over this matter between the adopted son of Garyth Parkins and myself."

"Yeah, right, Karen Tenias," snorts Catterm as he waited at the door, "Just because…"

"HEY, CATTS!"

Before he can shout out the next sentence, Gael Kodr promptly catches a punch in the face as a shocked Catterm Leen let fly a fist tightly clenched.

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"What happened?"

"Catts gave me a black eye. And to think I’m the only fast one here."

Before Gael’s griping, Palliste Scholl can only chortle loudly. The ginger-haired officer already knew the duo since their days at Mersey together with Lukas Brun before the latter chose to drop out. Contrary to the popular belief, Gael was actually the better fighter while Lukas boasted a superior mind. Which made Catterm somewhere in the middle. A pity only two chose to stay instead of all the three. Given enough time and effort, Lukas Brun would have what it takes to soar up the ranks.

"Soak a cloth with cold water and press it lightly on the bruise, Gael. Otherwise, poor Adine will be ridiculed for marrying an idiot."

"Yes, Sir,” grins Gael with a cheeky salute, memories from years gone by returning once again,
So… you’re here to congratulate me?"

"I’d like to, but not now," his mirth turning into a frown, Palliste crouches his posture like a wary feline, "Bad news."

"Uh… did something happen to Ales?"

"This has got nothing to do with her," Palliste abruptly snaps, a flustered visage betraying a dire situation at hand, "You know someone called Weisslynn?"

"Erm… yes? She’s currently on Uncle Crock’s payroll."

"Listen up. I’m not gonna repeat myself here," replies Palliste, his index finger tapping on the wooden table, "The authorities are now after her. Citias was recently sacked. Always the same old story when we talk about bandits and slavers. Kill the men, loot their homes, take their bitches. That girl happened to be in the last category."

"But they should go after the bandits and slavers. Why should they go after the victim?" frowns Gael as he clasps his hands in front of him, his shoulders tensing up.

"Nice posture, Gael. This shows you’re finally getting serious," taking a swig from his tankard, there is no sarcasm in Palliste’s sombre compliment, "Long story short, everyone got slaughtered. Bastards and victims alike. Not a pretty sight to put it in a polite way. There’s one more survivor, though. One of those horny bastards to be exact. I don’t care whether he’s now dead or still alive in some sanatorium, but his gibberish sounds coherent. At least for someone who lost his mind."

"There’s a crazy killer somewhere?"

"Spot on, my disciple. There’s another problem. The Leonum Flammeus have always played a part in security. Either we boss it or we aid those who boss it. In Citias’ case, it’s the latter."

"One of us died?"

"Fortunately, no. Unfortunately, one entire squadron of full mounties took the shit for us. Already, we the Leonum hate the mounties just like how they hate us for our guts. Either this case must be closed as soon as possible or the Senate will risk having a tavern brawl in their own backyard. Senator Levy got our back, but it also means Senator Muddock got theirs. So, anything more to say, Gael Kodr?"

Before Palliste’s briefing, the only thing on Gael’s mind is that of a severed horse’s head lying beside a particular mounty whom he still detests. That plus a stupefied answer.

"Oh shit, Palliste. Bloody oh shit."

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The atmosphere is clearly a far cry from the brawling and whoring so commonly seen in the Empire's nether regions. This is Crocker Tayne’s business, a place of ale and food. During dawn, patrons would always share the latest gossip over a simple hot meal. Come dusk, children and adults gathered before a massive hearth to hear a minstrel’s songs. Years of sincere hospitality paid off for the owner of Caledon’s Hold, for old Crock boasts a reputation of acceptance to any minstrel entering the door. Named after the most famous skald in the history of Causacea, this is a place where no questions are asked from any person carrying a lute.

"I find it surprising that Adine has yet to sing before the patrons," quips a relaxed Lukas Brun as Catterm Leen emptied his tankard, "Be careful not to get yourself drunk, Catts."

"Elys knows how much I can hold it, Luk," shrugs the fiery-haired lad, "Trust me, she won’t be kicking a drunk off the bed."

"At least not anytime soon."

Before the androgynous youth’s reply, Catterm Leen can only laugh in resignation. Despite unable to fit into the Mersey Academy, the brunette remains one-third of a troublemaking trio. Commonly known as The Triad, they would always run the risk of punching people and starting fights during their younger days. Although they tend to pick on the affluent and arrogant, never once did they make a single excuse for their actions. That was before they arrived at Mersey, an event caused by Gael shoving an old Cinha seated in a wheelchair. No matter what, certain things would never change. Once a troublemaker, forever one. Let alone three.

"You’ve yet to explain why you’re winding down the safest place in the Empire, Lukas Brun," asks Adine as she takes a seat between the two, her distrust towards men of legerdemain never abating. Though she knows Lukas Brun is no swindler by trade, the spectre known as her cousin’s death continues mocking her.

"Trust me, there’s a reason for everything. Even the most heinous deeds," with a sigh and sombre look, Lukas’ reply catches Catterm and Adine off their guard like a rider unhorsed by an arrow loosed.

An abrupt urge in Adine attempts to ask questions about that mysterious elf, but something warns her not make a rash move. They say a woman’s instinct is sharper than even the keenest blade and Adine isn’t interested in baiting fate itself.

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Dusk is nearing, two individuals make their stand. One is the epitome of darkness and nightmares, the other cutting the figure of a wounded man even though a watching Tanee doesn’t know why. The battlefield is a meadow, the cause none other than herself.

"I shouldn’t have let you be, Aera. Tae really messed you up badly, huh?"

Before an apology made, Aeravor merely growls like the animal he is now.

It shouldn’t have come to this. Such a moment should be reserved for another day, another situation. While Lars had suspected something amiss, now is not the time to seek answers. He has to stop this monster in his tracks. How many lives have been lost so far, this is a question the demon hunter dreads most. A damning question Lars Alterfate has never tried answering lest his determination waver.

I'll save him, Ji. I'll save Aera so that he won't continue being the twisted person he's currently now. Even though I'll surely die, I'm going to make sure he won't become the next Anchor of the World.

This is a promise waiting to be fulfilled, an oath sworn before the only woman he has ever loved. Even though he had a hand in her death, even though Aeravor has every right to hate him and call out his treachery.

Once a Vánagandr, forever a wolf.

Such is the realisation of what defines his only friend alive in this world, Ji'Yeon could have been the one to tame this savage beast. Alas, she failed miserably, the ending a harshest taunt against a wounded soul. Why Aera? Why Ji? Why him and why Tae? No one has ever said life is fair, no one should ever call reality a loving god. Yet, his anger has never been sated once. His rage declares war against a mocking hand dealt. His fury bellows forth rebellion, the promise of reprisal sworn. Nothing has changed, neither will anything be changed as well. That is why Lars Alterfate can never forgive the wrongs done. Not to himself, but against his loved ones.

"It has been quite a while since we last fought," smiles Lars, his visage that of a man scarred with regrets. Despite being Aeravor's opponent, it is never Lars’ intention to fight a duel unto death. At least not now. Currently, chaining a monstrous wolf let loose is good enough. As Tanee looks on like a stupefied child, she can’t help but feel sorry for the man who saved her from a demise certain and brutal.

The start arrives suddenly, Aeravor warping behind Lars. More than half-expecting the end, Tanee closes her eyes. The ending called death never arrived. Her ears greet the clashing ring of steel versus steel, an awesome sight supplanting her greatest fear.

It is a portrait both beautiful and cruel at the same time. It is a battle between two entities beyond a mortal’s scope. Every swing from the crazed monster is halted before it can land a hit, chains of silver with blades at the tip firing from every direction. The chains are fired in the most straightforward manner like how there is nothing refined in a volley of arrows fired. The insane monster executes strokes fast and deadly, yet they are nevertheless born from finesse. It is never a back and forth between brawn and refined accuracy. Rather, it feels more like a race between two swift predators after a common prize. Despite not knowing who her father is, Tanee recalls fondly a kindly elf teaching her the theory aspect of combat. She once asked whether she could call him "daddy" despite the apparent absurdity, this was seven years ago when she was only nine. The well-built fighter laughed and waved his hand, saying that he has no right to be any child's father.

Lars knows much better the nature of Aeravor’s berserk state than the rest, every usage of Enkidu driving him nearer to fatigue. Unlike his adversary, he never has the advantage of an otherworldly fortitude. Enkidu, as a Grail, is nothing less than a dual-edged sword. It has the ability to immobilise and annihilate with just a single strike. Alas, every manner of power has its price. The greater the reward promised, the steeper the price. Absolute power may not corrupt absolutely, but it surely demands an absolute payment. For him, it is his life force being mortgaged with no hope of paying back.

Who is worse off? Me with Enkidu or Aera with Fragarach? Sucks to be us either way.

The Vánagandr are renowned fighters among the Homm’Nua, their technique a union between a beauty and the beast. Unlike the elves who keep a distance from them, they do not believe in fancy footwork and beguiling strokes. Going for the kill is their dogma with the jugular a symbol of their doctrine. Yet, every stroke is never about blind force. Precision and power are dictated by delicate control, the nature of their footwork ensuring every prey would be killed in a matter of moments.

As for Aeravor, there is something setting him apart from his brethren. Not only is he more unstable than his fellow Vánagandr, there is a distinct difference between his ability and what the rest are capable of. It is like comparing mere mortals with Hati and Sköll, a silent compliment towards one whom he knows to be Contra Mundum. At those thoughts, the demon hunter betrays a wistful smile.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Before the bald old man’s leer, Lars felt like skewering him on the spot. This was a brothel owner fairly known, his twisted pleasure in making life miserable for others a common knowledge among the goers. For his own profit, he sought to acquire the plot of land Ji'Yeon inherited from her grandfather, the old man passing away last autumn. Even though they were unrelated by blood, both old and young remained bonded by something worth so much more.

Then there was this hired sellsword who inexplicably betrayed the object of his loyalty. Not the payer, but the pay. It was only yesterday that those thugs nearly raped the woman he loved on the spot. Had he been there, there’d no need for that dark swordsman to play hero. As it turned out, the lure of a beautiful girl proved to be greater than money. Yet, choosing one instead of both was an absurdity. It was like a sane man trying to understand someone insane. Then again, absurdity has always been part and parcel of a world no different from a fiery crucible. 

The grinning executioner took a single stride, the repulsive old man started trembling. He knew the rules have been changed for the worse. Instead of dictating, he’s now being dictated. As the mercenary continued forward, the hunter let out a leer more monstrous than the prey.

"NO!"

That very word came out not from the old man, but Ji'Yeon. In spite of that perverted man’s luridness, the foolish girl still believed that no life deserved to be snuffed out like a flickering flame. At the same time, the deplorable man is standing in front of the cherry blossom tree, that one thing which Ji'Yeon would rather die than to see it scratched. The fat bastard did his homework on that plot of land, Lars has to give it to him. But the same fellow failed to do his homework on who should be hired.

One step… two steps… then came the third. With a single arc wide and forceful, the sellsword severed his quarry’s head cleanly. The dead man’s eyes remained opened in horror as Ji'Yeon fainted in shock, the repulsive thing halting its gruesome roll before Lars' feet.

A part of the demon hunter wanted retaliation for a tree scarred like that, a narrowed pair of golden eyes soon noticing something truly odd. The tree did not seem to suffer even the slightest scratch. As he ran towards the tree, the dark swordsman strode past him. Keeping a watchful eye in case that monster has any twisted design on Ji'Yeon, Lars ran a finger over the trunk.

"Not even a line on the bark?"

"I wish you’re a mute," retorted Lars, realisation dawning upon him the insane technique behind a seemingly simple slash, "Elvish accuracy combined with the force of a Tamurian's swing... Dullahan de Morte... I hope you never heard of an elf by this name."

The mercenary erupted into laughter, his voice eerily resembling the howl of a wolf. As his mirth died down, his visage assumed a cold hard stance.

"You reminded me of something I don’t like, arsehole. Dullahan is still alive. He taught me how to use it correctly."

"More correctly than anyone alive. There’s a reason why he is feared as the Executioner of Excellos," replied Lars, the implication behind such a revelation not lost on him.

"Those bastards deserved to die anyway. At least that bitch Gráinne would tell you that," shrugged the swordsman with rugged elven looks, a complexion touched by darkness a contrast to his hair of wintry white.

"You’re some big shot, huh? Seems that you also know who is currently ruling the Homm’Nua. Let me guess. You’re a Vánagandr?"

Lars’ question abruptly prompted a snarl out of the stranger, his eyes of azure blue flashing with murderous intent. There was no way out now, only a duel unto the death. Given that Ji'Yeon was still unconscious, Lars Alterfate could more than afford to end this drama in the most comfortable way possible. A decision he definitely relished.

"Name’s Aeravor. And I’m gonna say the same to your whore once I’m done with you."

As the memory of their first meeting continues haunting him, Lars keeps pushing his focus to its brink. Like back then, the two of them are duelling till death announces its verdict. Unlike that time, one of the two is insane in every sense of the word. Aeravor has upped the ante a few moments ago, his flitting form seemingly appearing everywhere at once. Like using Enkidu, the aggressive style adopted by the Vánagandr demands a certain payment. If Lars has to use his own life as remuneration bit by bit, then sanity is the currency Aeravor has already paid in full. In this sense, the only person he still calls a friend is a monster amongst monsters, the wolf of wolves.

Bloody Seven Hells, Ji… if only you’re still alive like a Norn after all those years.

There is no jest in this silent statement. Lars understands only too well the nature of his gripe. He can’t die. Not in this way, not at this point. An oath was sworn, the deed was done before a cherry blossom tree. This was where he buried Kagetsu no Ji'Yeon, that very same tree she always loved. The promise was to redeem Aeravor from his intended end, to convince a wanderer lost that redemption has never been far away. Or maybe... just maybe... he's only doing it for himself.

Then he detects a disturbing change in the surroundings. He hears a girl screaming, his worst fear turning his back against that berserk monster of a ranger. A being of crackling energy swirling with a kaleidoscope of colours has ripped off her clothes, its massive frame ravaging her into submission. Its body is like a man twice his height, its face and elongated arms the shape of a crocodile. Even though he is a whoremonger like Aeravor, Lars is never able to stand firm before such a scene. Ji'Yeon was right. He has been wearing a mask all the while, a façade intended only to deceive and delude. A wall he has always erected before whores and chaste maidens alike.

The end never comes for him, death has to wait for another day. Instead of having Fragarach stuck between his shoulder blades, Lars instead witnesses something far worse than that. As if such a sight has goaded him like a ravenous beast picking up the scent of blood, Aeravor appears behind the monster. The poor lass is as a good as dead. Lars decides to play the rebel against reality, a hero like the unattainable ones in every boy's dream.

Out of nowhere, an ambush is set off. Multiple beings of the same make materialise out of nowhere, all of them resembling a cross between mortals and beasts like their unholy brethren. Demons, all of them. Entities formed from the darkness of every individual walking on two legs. They do not have a soul, therefore trying to predict their course of action is nothing bar a fool's errand. Although they always rape, kill, and destroy indiscriminately, not all lives are necessarily snuffed out like that. Lars allows something to click in his mind. Surely this girl is a lost cause, but only because he has yet to play his strongest card.

"You lose again, my pupil."

"That’s not fair! I used my best hand!"

"Only because I knew you’d do that. Remember, Lars. Having the better hand today doesn’t mean you’re meant to be that lucky tomorrow. Eventually, you have to learn when to use 'that thing' and not just how. A simple game of cards is merely my way to prepare you. Now per stated beforehand, go cook our dinner and wash the dishes afterwards."

"This better work like all the while, you looney old man," whispers Lars as he closes his eyes for a single prayer.

Seven chains for a hell sevenfold.

Heavens be pierced for judgement come.

In a single moment, chains appear abruptly out of thin air. One for each demon, a stroke of judgement for each of them. The scene slows itself down before Lars’ now opened eyes, irises of gold containing pupils narrowed to a slit. Before Aeravor can deliver the most merciful death, a scythe is formed in Lars' hands. With a single swing of the weapon, all the demons impaled are shattered into blinding shards, the pieces making their way into Lars' body like a vortex of turquoise lights. A single stride and a graceful leap, Lars manages to reach the victim as Aeravor prepares to thrust the Answerer with both hands in a reverse grip.

With a diagonal blow, Lars Alterfate cut his friend from shoulder to hip. Chains of silver not unlike the previous ones impale the owner, a river of power yet to finish its course. Searing pain burning inside him, Lars' body is soon numbed unto the very core.

His mind blacks out. Then it is all over. The chains are no more, the girl’s breathing now resembling that of a maiden peacefully asleep. Like his last name, Lars knows her fate has been effectively altered in a certain way. Instead of death in ways more than one, the girl is saved. Yet, it is no different from binding a severed rope. It can never be made whole again, the parts tied together revealing that which cannot be restored.

"Wonderful. You saved a whore after killing Ji'Yeon."

The girl is not the only one receiving deliverance at Lars' expense, a growling tone whispering memories bitter and sweet. Understanding the impact of forcing Enkidu’s power beyond its rightful limit, Lars ends up mocking his own lot in life. There he is, waiting to be killed. And to think a life saved is the reason why. Forever one used to self-deprecation, the irony isn’t lost on him. Always doing the wrong things unto himself for the sake of doing the right things unto others. If only his foolhardiness was enough to alter Ji'Yeon’s imminent fate.

Both of them are at their limits as they stare at each other from a distance, their bodies akin to two towers teetering towards collapse. There is no way Lars can escape despite the impact of Enkidu's power knocking Aeravor away by more than just a few feet. As for Aeravor, he is not in the condition to drive Fragarach into the man whom he swore to kill.

"Men will always be boys. I’m glad ah’na is always right even after all those years."

With a massive flash of crimson red, an alluring maiden greets the two men utterly spent. Eyes widen in shock, Lars and Aeravor soon adopt different stances. The demon hunter retains his haunted look, the ranger narrowing his orbs of azure blue. With nary a doubt, however, they know the true nature of the white-haired beauty dressed in nothing bar a robe of red.

Nanaya no Tae'Jin.

"The Grand Damsel of Holy Quintet Church sends her regards personally," smirks the bewitching seductress with a deep bow, the top half of her breasts beckoning, "Sarel Aphros at your service."

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Glossary:

Mounty: A paramilitary unit mainly tasked with punitive/preemptive attacks on outlaws. This is due to the large extent of the Kalaran territory which makes law enforcement either into a chore or a logistic nightmare. While they are better trained than the Leonum Flammeus, they are fewer in numbers. At the same time, they are also in charge of liberating any settlements occupied by outlaws.

In reality (however)-The mounty is real. No, I'm not joking. Just ask this guy. Or any other Canuck.

Full mounty: Not to be confused with the full monty python, a full mounty refers to any mounty battalion/squadron/soldier wearing heavy armour (note: the standard mounty is geared in medium armour).

Skald: A minstrel who is both artistically and martially proficient due to the demands of adventuring.

In reality (however)-Skalds were the poets of Scandinavian and Icelandic leaders during the Viking Age and Middle Ages.

Hati and Sköll: Hati refers to the moon while Sköll refers to the sun. These terms are used by elves and dwarves exclusively due to unstated links to the Age of Renown.

In reality (however)-It seems that the ancient angmohs have an interesting obsession with their wolves. Wait... does that mean my elves are Frankish since my dwarves are inspired by Vikings?

Ah'na: Basically the Cinha term for older sister.

In reality (however)-It's inspired by the word ane. Now before the likes of Xiaxue start accusing me of being hypocritical, let me inform the likes of Shrey Bhargava that the racial brethren of Aragaki Yui have no racist sentiments towards Indians. Erm... at least I hope not given what happened in Okinawa will never stay in Okinawa. Anyway, ane means older sister. I'm not lying to get a Greek bailout here.

Additional notes:

1. While I'm not going to spoil anything for Dullahan de Morte, Dullahan is actually real. Well, sorta given Resort World Sentosa has that funny tendency to remember my birthday like my future girlfriend. Maybe I really have some affinity with angmohs rather than my fellow S'poreans.

2. The Executioner of Excellos is my own way of playing with the title Excellency of Execution.

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