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Title says it- I filmed myself doing several dances. More specifically, it's called "jumpstyle" or "hardjump." You basically jump along a heavy kick beat. Apologies in advance for the video quality. Anyways, I hope everyone can enjoy the video as much as I did making it

a place to share the most random stuff that you've found on youtube. it can be touhou related or not. I begin!

UPDATE ver.1.10c IS OUT https://touhou-project.news/news/11998/ https://store.steampowered.com/app/2400340/__Unfinished_Dream_of_All_Living_Ghost/ - Fixed a bug in network battle. - Added random select. - Fixed a bug in Chiyari's Demon Fire. - Fixed a bug in Achievements. - Fixed a bug in the storyline so that the player loses if the game is a draw. - Fixed a bug with the "Mini Bagua Furnace". - Fixed that the "Watching Over Komainu" was ineffective on most characters. - Fixed the behaviour of Yoshi Mourning's barrier against lasers. - Fixed that most characters did not have their Spirit Strike enhanced by the amount of their Gauge. - Fixed behaviour when pausing at the end of a round. - Fixed a bug that prevented some inputs from working in the manual screen. - Fixed other minor bugs. - Fixed typographical errors. - Overall character performance has been adjusted. Chiyari is more balanced, but Zanmu is broken now. (we really need le sanae emote for such moments) Edit: to make updater work remove readme.txt file in game directory. Edit 2: made more tests, Chiyari is still broken Online mode is still slow, but it seems like it is more stable. Edit 3: I am surprise, a lot of people say there were no testers except ZUN, while there were actually ones. It was stated in the original news article from touhou-project.news. Another source:

Shinigami ‘Spirit of Death’ A term with many meanings, a Shinigami could refer to any number of entities. In colloquial term however, the term refers to the Western concept of a grim reaper, or angel of death. These figures have some resemblance to other Shinigami. With their pale-grey skin, grim aura and inhuman features. However Shinigami defy attempts to categorize them, whether as a Youkai, Spirit or Kami. Beings drawn to death, they may haunt locations tied to death, such as graveyards or battlefields. They may afflict the recently deceased, or torment those who have outlived them. A scant few however operate in service to the Yama. Collecting the souls of the dead and delivering them to judgment. Then to be guided, whether to purgatory, punishment or paradise. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Slowly, Oscar’s green eyes fluttered open. Passively observing his surroundings. He was no longer in the spare room of the Heida Temple, with its rattan floor mats and faintly off-smelling futon, all lit by one candle. Instead, he was back in his bedroom. A room shaped exactly how he remembered it. He was on his bed with its unwashed sheets. His diplomas framed upon the wall over a computer desk flecked with stacks of paper. The screen humming on an all too familiar website, and an overflowing email. Beside it was a dresser, set with a magician’s accouterments. The smashed frame of the photograph laying where he had left it. To his right was the bedside table. Headache and sleeping medication spilled out under a lamp. Past it was his closet, and Houdini’s cage. All illuminated by the light of the rising sun… The room was...less comforting, than he had hoped it would be. As strange and frightening as his dream had been, it had been equally wonderful. Wriggle, Daiyousei, Cirno, even Agappa had been a happy distraction from his troubles. Half of them had been truer friends than any he had known. Well. Best not to lie in bed all day. With a groan, he swung his legs to the side. One hand rubbing against his face. Slowly, he stood. The motion felt effortless, his body light as a feather. He might have chalked it up to a particularly good night’s sleep, had he not realized he didn’t feel his hat. Houdini must have slipped out of it during the night. A hand reached behind him idly… And felt only cold skin. For a moment, he was back in Muenzuka. Lost among the mocking faces of the dead. Dread ran along his spine as he slowly turned. There, lying upon the made bed with its stained sheets, was Oscar. Still dressed in his magician’s outfit he had worn the day before. Eyes closed as though in sleep. He was not sure how long he stood there. It may have been seconds, or hours. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts, was the realization there was a mass which had not been there before. A shade stood in the corner of the room. A gloomy mass that seemed to tower over even his tall form. It stepped from the darkness, ignoring the awakened Oscar in favor of the other. Its form was wrapped in dark red dress, which he almost took for sack cloth. A pale sallow face gazed down at him from under golden locks. Reflected in a scythe she held to one side. “Another one.” She let out a slow sigh. Gazing down at his form with an inscrutable expression. Then in a flash of motion, she hefted the blade with one hand. Her calm expression shattering into one of pure rage, even as the scythe sliced over his sleeping form. A cool, blue light emerged from the sleeping Oscar Diggs’ mouth. One she watched, her implacable calm back in place. "Ah, I miss my days as a gatekeeper…the Outside World is not as fun as it used to be.” Her left arm retreated to her side. Pulling from her belt a wrought iron lantern. From Oscar’s mouth emerged a ball of white-blue flame, drifting into the lantern as though in a trance. The spirit of death slammed the door shut. Before lifting it to her face. The deathly pale face easing to either side as a knowing grin rose. “The Yamas will decide your fate now. Best start praying.” His eyes blinked. The world had again shifted. He was hemmed in by four walls of glass. A set of amber eyes leering down at him. Before she let the lantern fall. Catching on a chain, his form bounced in place in its prison. His body lay behind him, as unmoving as when he first arose. The only movement coming as his hat fell away, the elderly Houdini scrambling on top of his unmoving head with unusual energy. One the woman took no notice of. His captor only began to whistle, as the world grew dark… The low sound of a bell’s toll turned his blood to ice. Reality returned in a rush as Oscar sat up in bed. Though the dolorous cry was eased by the sounds of idle chatter and giggling in the hallway beyond. Again, his eyes examined his surroundings. The room was again lit by the light of the rising sun. He was lying on a futon, with only a couple stains. Across from him, Agappa lay curled up in a blanket. Fast asleep. The figure of Houdini curled on top of her. It took a few moments for him to catch his breath. A few more to find his way to the bathroom, and make himself presentable. But once he had washed the sweat from his face and taken advantage of a tub in the room, Oscar emerged, dressed once more. Back in the waking world… Or was he still in the dream? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= What now, Magician? = Breakfast will right your mind after a bad night’s sleep. And you can talk more with Keine. = You've been alone and afraid for too long. Go out into the courtyard, see if you can meet some friends! = Was this really a dream? Perhaps an expert on...craziness, here can tell you who that was. = Wake up Agappa. I have questions. = A healthy body compliments a healthy mind. A walk around town will do a world of good.