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Consistency: 08/09/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tamago Atsuyaki
Aug 10, 2022
note: coming in hot with another stinky entry word count: 336 What is age? Is it a number? Or is it a gauge of maturity? I’ve been asking myself this every night for the past three centuries. At each empire’s eventual fall, at every comment about how I look young for my age -- my mind returns to this question. What is age? If I think of it as a number, I guess my age would have to be about 5,000; taking a quick trip on the internet with all its various facets of information saved me the effort of trying to remember the years on my own. Armed with my new knowledge, I thought I was ready to face the world with my “true” age. However, all the confused stares from my colleagues at work tell me otherwise… So I shaved two zeros off the number to appear more normal, hence all the “you look young for your age”’s. It’s always bothered me to have to lie or come up with some new fake number on the fly. So, I don’t think age can be a number. I think “age” would be more accurate as a gauge of maturity. At least for me. I’ve seen too many horrors, lost so many friends, and forgotten so many memories. Maybe I’m starting to forget parts of myself too. I mean, I can’t even remember what agreement I made to get this kind of immortality! I don’t think I’ve ever been the strongest or smartest person around, but I feel as if the tortures of the past have prepared me for anything the future could possibly throw at me. So, if age works better to measure maturity, then what would its units be? Still a number? I sigh heavily, rolling onto my side in bed. I grab the other edge of my pillow, sandwiching my head in between the fluffy softness. “But I don’t like numbers…” I grumble. Seconds later, the room is filled with the blaring of an alarm, jolting me completely from my half-asleep contemplation.
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Consistency: 08/04/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tamago Atsuyaki
Aug 05, 2022
words: 588 notes: this is like, a Monster Hunter fanfic. It's kind of stinky. The pair of us stare down the injured Rathalos. He stares back at us defiantly, flames licking his jaws despite the way he limps on one of his legs. My grip tightens around my insect glaive as I drop into a fighting stance. “Come on, Rika!” I shout. “He’s on his last leg -- literally!” “Lukas!” she hisses back. “You can’t rush in like--” I sprint forwards, leaving my fellow hunter’s words behind me. Once in range, I tip the point of my glaive into the ground. I catapult myself high into the air, flying high above my target. I lock my eyes onto his tail, orient myself to perform a plunging attack, and-- My body is suddenly hit with a searing pain, turning my vision dark. I feel myself tumble into the rocky ground below, my right shoulder taking the brunt of the landing. The Rathalos roars triumphantly, mocking me. I blink my eyes open just in time to see Rathalos spewing another fireball towards me. I brace for impact, but Rika leaps in front of me. I didn’t even see her unsheathe her long sword, just her blade hanging in the air and the remnants of the fireball floating as harmless ash around her. She pulls me to my feet and I hastily chug a mega potion, the odd green goop revitalizing my body already. “We attack together,” she says firmly. “Big boy can’t handle two of us at the same time. Got that?” she slaps my shoulder. “Yes,” I sigh, rubbing my shoulder. I pick up my weapon and eye the Rathalos once again. He blinks his beady little eyes before letting out a mighty roar that reverberated throughout the Ancient Forest. The two of us are forced to cover our ears. The flying wyvern takes advantage of our stunned state, rushing at us in a reckless charge. We had barely enough time to dodge out the way. The Rathalos, however, still maintained his momentum. He screeches as his bad leg gives away and he slowly crashes into the ground; his large wings flounder ungracefully as he tried to brace his fall. I share a glance with Rika. I could tell she was grinning even with her helmet on. “Now!” she shouts. The two of us quickly close in on the fallen monster. I start my flurry of spinning strikes on the Rathalos’ head, knocking loose some of his scales. Rika performs a series of graceful arcs and short jabs on the Rathalos’ tail, her blade glowing red. The Rathalos weakly kicks his feet, the deadly talons hardly reaching my legs. “Give it all you’ve got!” Rika bellows. I nod, disengaging from the monster. I watch as she stabs her blade into the Rathalos’ side, using it as a step to jump into the air. I don’t wait to watch the rest of her devastating spirit helm breaker, instead setting up my own attack. As Rika pulls her sword into a downward slash, I spring forwards again. I sling my glaive into my signature attack, the tornado slash. We strike simultaneously, the sound of our battle cries rivaling that of Rathalos’ previous roars. Rathalos raises his head as a final shriek leaves his throat. He falls back to the ground, leaving the forest eerily quiet. The King of the Sky’s tyranny has ended. I laugh as I replace my glaive on my back. “We make the best team, don’t we, Rika?” She huffs, sheathing her long sword. “Only when you listen to me…”
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Consistency : 08/01/2022
In Discord Challenges
Tamago Atsuyaki
Aug 01, 2022
I sit on the beach, the hot sand stinging my butt through my pants. I try to tune out the various screams and chatter of the rest of my classmates behind me, focusing intensely on the vast ocean before me. Just as I’m about to question why I agreed to come to this school-planned party, I feel a tap on my shoulder. “Hey, Marks!” a familiar voice says. I turn, jumping slightly as I see my crush, Mary Sue, squatting beside me. As one of the most popular girls in the school, I wonder why she’s talking to a nobody like me -- let alone how she even knows my name. She leans close, her blue eyes glittering like the waves behind us. “Wanna see something cool?” she whispers. I eagerly nod, not using my voice out of fear of it cracking. Mary Sue gives me a big grin before grabbing my hand. She pulls me along as we run down the beach, her hair whipping and twisting in the wind like a flame. Away from rambunctious students, away from the teachers who don't want to be there, Mary Sue pushes me into a small crevice in the rocky cliff overlooking the beach. It’s pitch black as I stumble inside, my shoes sloshing in what I hope to be water. Mary Sue slips in a moment later, and I’m suddenly aware of how small this cave really is. “Why are we here?” I whisper. Mary Sue shushes me, her breath warm on my face. “Just watch,” she whispers. I hold my breath, scared and possibly excited about what might happen next. Suddenly, a flicker of light cuts through the dark before petering out just as fast. “What was that?” I ask. “Shh!” she says. “Just look down.” I don’t exactly care if I crush on her; this is just plain weird! As I gather my courage to announce my leaving, the light flickers back. I can’t stop my mouth from opening as I look down. In the center of Mary Sue’s hand is a small flame. It performs a twirling dance, spiraling up into a thin column before falling back down again. Mary Sue giggles, the light catching her wide smile. I allow myself to laugh with her, the flame snapping away from my breath. I make the mistake of blinking, the cave an inky black once again as I reopen my eyes. “Did you see it?” Mary Sue says, unable to keep the smile out of her voice. “Pretty cool, amirite?” “Yeah,” I sigh, feeling my own smile take over my face. “I showed you because I think you’re good at keeping secrets,” she says, suddenly serious. “You’re not going to tell anyone, right?” “No.” “Good! Okay, bye, Marks!” And with that, Mary Sue left out the tiny hole. But I remained, the afterimage of the flame still burning in my eyes against the dark. Question after question pops into my head, but one of them stood out among the rest: How did that moment go so fast?
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