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Heya Jaz! Yeah, fanfiction can vary wildly. From something childish and inconsistent to high effort of novel quality. I'm not sure if that fits what I am doing, but I'm trying. OoC stands for Out of Context. Its used in forums to describe a post where people can talk about an RPG or story without actually writing it in the story thread.

hello everyone, I've never read a fanfiction before so I'm just curious to see what this is all about, where do I read the fanfic? And what does "OoC" means? Thank you in advance. OMG im dumb as hell, it was in "written works" in Akyuu's studio, nvm. I still don't know what Ooc means tho

Evil! This cliffhanger will keep me awake for the rest of this week! At first, I was like OMG, what can a guy have in his wallet that would be so interesting to a witch? Maybe a photo of his family? I certainly have one in my wallet, not like I have a lot of things there nowadays but then BAM, cursed with misfortuned, maybe she hits a tree while being distracted? Anyway for my vote this week, I went with the friend option because... I dunno, I don't have much insight about this one, let's try to be happy while we can. Well, if you say so then I think I can be at ease, or not, maybe Yumetou is luring us into a false sense of safety before pulling a fast one on us... Regardless, I'll try to keep an eye out for such things from now on, since you are much more knowledgeable about this matter than me then do tell me if you catch something off. I can see that we are going to be great friends no? my ally! Anyway, the logical part of my brain told me to pick Yu Gi Oh as well, it's much more feasible than a Minecraft spell after all, maybe Rinnosuke has a deck somewhere? But be honest with me, look at the following picture and tell me if this isn't cool. PS: Never tried to include images here before, should I do a disclaimer? I'm not the owner of this image, it probably belongs to the YouTube channel It'sJerryAndHarry, Also Minecraft belongs to Microsoft! (I'm 100% sure of this one).

List of Commonly Accepted ‘Misconceptions’ about Outsiders The oceans on Earth are fresh water. Outsiders believe the Moon is made of Cheese, and the Apollo 18 mission was to determine which kind. Star Wars is a historic epic set sometime after the Bible but before Lord of the Rings. Corporations frequently fight using organized militaries, with the most recent conflicts being the Cola Wars and the Console Wars. Outsiders watch static on their TVs in order to communicate with the afterlife. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The rush of thoughts that came at the question was a sensation Oscar still wasn’t used to. He may have been accustomed to lying in the Outside World, but that was for performance’s sake in front of small children. Now, he had to invent a convenient half-truth in mere seconds. His thoughts boiled like so many bubbles in a pot before one rose to the surface and burst. “We play a truly complex card game as an intricate clash of our minds. Our wills summoning monstrous beings and sinister traps to fight in our stead.” That was one way to describe Yu-Gi-Oh. “Huh. Neato.” Marisa responded after a moment of thought. “You’ll have to teach it sometime. See you, Osu-san!” With a backwards wave, the shimmering witch took a seat upon her broom. Before it surged into the blue sky overhead. The black and white dot slowly vanishing overhead. As the people in the street turned into ants, and then were swallowed by the receding town, she turned ahead with a sigh. The girl in the raincoat had unearthed memories she thought she had made peace with. Marisa had long ago assumed her surrogate mother had simply died after her disappearance. But if what the raincoat girl said was true… A cold chill ran over her at the thought, unsure what she could expect. If she should be excited or afraid… Oh well. It was Osu-san’s problem now. The name flashing in her mind drew her attention back to the present. Her eyes opened, tongue drifting to the side of her mouth as she reached for her pocket. Pulling out the worn black wallet inside. Eyes shimmered with excitement. Marisa may not have recognized it, but it was almost certainly a money bag of some sort. Her suspicions were confirmed as she opened it, finding a handful of green bills she readily stuffed into her pocket. Outsider currency may not be exchanged like Mon, but it still had its use as promissory notes. There were other things inside the wallet as well however. Perhaps there was even an artifact she could use. There was a card with his picture, looking markedly different, with strange letters that shimmered in the sun. Another had the image of a book on it...a key to his library perhaps? It was as she was emptying the wallet, that she noticed the last thing inside. And nearly fell from her broom “Huh?” =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Oscar let out a slow breath. The tension around the near-battlefield simmering as Marisa vanished. The students watched for a moment, before they let out a cheer. Rushing towards him in a chorus of voices. “Wow mister!” “Are you and Marisa friends?” “Can you really summon monsters with cards?” “I wanna see it!” The excitement had palpably returned. Bright and shining faces looked up at him with fresh wonder. The rush was familiar. One he might have enjoyed if he had any idea how he was going to calm the situation. It was with no little relief that the school bell chimed. Calling the students back to class. The youngsters turned, racing back towards the school building. The Outsider watching them go with a smile, before he bent down to collect his things. His mind was turned from cleanup again as a small hand took his cape, giving it a gentle pull. The red-haired child looked up at him. His sharp, long nose framing brown eyes filled with wonder. “You’ll be back tomorrow mister, right?” The correct answer was one he doubted the child would like. So Oscar only smiled down at him. “If the winds of fate bring us together, then I shall.” The answer seemed to satisfy the child. Leaving Oscar with his sleepy, disguised friends and the unflappable Agappa. It was only then Oscar allowed himself a sigh. Reaching a hand into his pocket to pull out the string of coins he had collected. “No idea if this is enough to eat on, but I guess we’ll find out.” “Huh?” The heads of the four girls all seemed to crook in concern, each to varying degrees. Daiyousei’s was the most normal, while Cirno’s face was almost sideways, threatening to let her wig fall again. “Have you had nothing to eat?” Mystia asked softly. Oscar’s first instinct was to put on a brave face. The four of them might be new acquaintances, but they had always treated him like a friend, and he didn’t want to worry them. The building complaints of his empty stomach however forced the truth from his lips. “Not since before we met.” “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Cirno asked. Lips blossoming in fresh optimism. As though completing her thought, the Night Sparrow nodded beneath her long brown hair. “My shop is nearby. I can make you something. I’m not sure what you will like but...most people like it. What would you like?” The promise of food brought with it a fresh smile on Oscar’s face. After a few more formalities, the four led on towards the ‘izakaya’. So excited was he, Oscar did not notice the missing weight in his jacket. Nor the figure of Agappa gazing at the distant speck that was Marisa. One of her hands raised, following the drifting witch. “Threatening an agent of the Yamas. Punishment, misfortune.” Her low and dolorous voice passed like an ominous wind. Before she turned to follow the others. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= New Quests Added: Find Rumia, Decipher Prophecy =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The nice bird woman wants to cook you lunch. What are you in the mood for? (Rolls using this choice have an additional two points until nightfall) = Fish sharpens the mind and rice fills the belly. Sushi please. = Food is only as good as the people you share it with. Tempura please! = I dunno how this ties to occultism but Onigiri please. = Hey Mystia, you know about Barbeque, right? Do you know any other Outside World dishes?

Assuming there is no trial happening, Orin is in the former Hell of Blazing Fires, now known as the Prison of Blazing Fires, working to get a way back to the rest of the former Hells. So that’s where I head to. I am correct in the assumption that there is no trial, for Orin is overseeing the construction of catwalks through the Prison so that more people can fit in there. “Good afternoon, Orin.” “Mina! Did anything happen to you on your return to the Plains?” “A slight scuffle with some bandits and losing basically all of the possessions I had bribing a Rose, but nothing too serious”, I answer cryptically, “How has things been with you?” “Well… not great. Mistress Satori entrusted me with a task that I failed to handle and… um… put my position in jeopardy.” “Your position in the social standing or…” “Come with me to a place where we can speak privately.” That certainly doesn’t sound foreboding at all. But there’s no point in attempting to run away from it, so we went to Orin’s ‘house’ at the edge of the palace to discuss the problem. “You see, some of the more radical parties demand my resignation for ‘assuming I know what the queen is thinking’…” “I assume you managed to find a way to keep your position?” “I don’t think I’ll be capable of acting as the Supreme judge, but as a title, I did.” “Now I know why I am stuck cleaning up this mess of a situation after just coming back… anything you know that can help me?” “One side wants to get rid of the spirits to free up space for farming, while the other wants to use the spirits to capture land for farming.” “…Have you talked with the spirits about their farming capabilities?” “Yes, that was the first thing I did. They seem to at least believe themselves to be capable of farming if given a body and a field.” A field can be given, but a body… Guess that Sinsack’s going to be put under my half-mad experiments as one of his first actual orders. As I do not think we just have a random corpse or willing volunteer to get possessed existing in the general vicinity. “They also talked about whether or not it is moral to even use the spirits as soldiers, but have been inconclusive as of my most recent intelligence report”, Orin sighs, “Satori has given us a troublesome task, hasn’t she?” “She can’t exactly call on other people to deal with it for her, now can she? But I’ll figure something out, vengeance can be used for something more than finding new intriguing ways to torture someone.” We also exchange some pleasantries, but the pressure weighing upon my shoulders as I may as well be the ultimate authority among the Wardens made me quickly forget the fun I had exchanging them. Though, if I do attempt to put my theory that spirits can farm more effectively than Oni, I should talk to my informant prisoner on the inside… But most people are going to sleep now as the evening rolls in, categorized by the dimming of the flames of Former Hell as people from Moriya-shi thank Okuu for her hard work and pay us our fair share of profit. I have a lot to do tomorrow, so let us rest. But there is something unusual about this time I rest, I woke up in an unusual place, with a certain someone who introduces herself a Doremy Sweet in front of me. “Assuming I’m not here to get murdered and this is your dimension, why am I here?” “Well, someone asked me to help you for a favour, and she’s fairly powerful, so I accepted the proposal.” She isn’t lying, but I cannot dismiss the evergrowing malice before me... Wait, this feels more like she is trying to not fall into her base desires. “Before you lie four dreams, you may choose one to see for yourself, the rest I will devour.” This person seems dangerous, and I don't know the motive of the being who ordered her to give me this choice, but I'm not in a position to decline the offer, so looking through the windows to the dreams, I pick... \----\/-----------------\/----/ HP: ?/\?\/? MP: ?/\?) No crippled body parts...? New Items and/or Equipment: ??? The dream showing a courtroom. the nightmare depicting a scene of fresh blood and corpses abound. A subliminal space residing in what appears to be a mausoleum. A lush landscape withering away.