(May. 10, 2021  6:42 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 1: Shu Kurenai

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I'm a huge idiot.

I think that sounds weird coming from me, but I really am. Feel free to say that I am overreacting — maybe — because this is something quite old. It's just been a while. No one has been here except me. It's just that I cannot quite live down what I have done and become. It haunts me and it still manages to frighten me.

Have you ever experienced something that now follows you forever? Do you know what it feels like to live with your own flaws and mistakes? It gives you such a dreadful feeling, does it? I wish I didn't have to feel it. I wish no one would have to go through it.

I wish the person reading this was either my mom or dad. Or like, someone else. I want someone out there who I know, who feels what I am going through. I never had someone hug me and try to cheer me up after this. I wish someone tried to tell me that they're still proud of me and that I shouldn't have to feel all this guilt. I miss my mom and dad. 

I miss everything from before I even accepted that man's terrible words. I miss the feeling that everything was just a petty rivalry, annoyance, and tick in my life. I miss the feeling that whatever I thought remains within me and no one would ever have to get hurt by me. 

There was an illusion that everything I went through was my own one-sided rivalry. 

But when Mr. Glass looked at me with fierce, intimidating eyes, I knew that what I once had was already gone. That heavy feeling in my heart — and the intense fire in my mind — was replaced by terrible greed. I felt my old self wash away the moment I wore the mask. 

It was that subtle feeling where something about you just went away. The familiar heartbeat within you seemed to have grown quieter. Your thoughts seemed almost motionless.

And you only knew one thing.

My name is Red Eye. 

The name gave me a jab-like feeling in my chest whenever I heard it. Flashes of all the guilt and the shame shot my mind like bullets. I did whatever I could to hide such a distress... I did a good job. Valt didn't see it. I only smiled when he didn't. I hurt more than he thought, more than the world thought. 

Obviously, you already knew that I was pretty dishonest towards Valt. You probably wondered why one of Japan's top Bladers didn't trust his own peers. You probably wondered why I listened to a man over getting help from my best friend.

That makes me feel terrible. Obviously.

The more I hid all of my guilt, the more lonely I felt. Do you understand that? The feeling where you're constantly followed by your thoughts and you can't tell anyone? And then it seems as if you are the only voice in the world — no one to help you or pick you back up. No one to hug you when you need it. Because you're alone now. Maybe you have always been alone.

I keep saying the same thing. I really dislike repeating the same thoughts over and over again. I feel like a Beyblade circling across the stadium endlessly and without changing direction. Like a songbird singing the same song over and over again.

Everybody hates repeating thoughts, even me. Everyone soon grows to think you complain too much. Too much of a boring individual. I suppose that's why I never really did say anything, yes? I'm sure you would've stopped reading by now if I hadn't caught myself repeating the same guilty feelings. 

I usually don't end things abruptly — actually I do, as you could tell from my whole situation (I just mean writing-wise) — but I suppose this is where I will stop. It's just really useless for me to look into the past and wondered what I could have done, right? Or maybe right now or in the future?

But hey, here's my word of wisdom I suppose: All the guilt gives you an illusion that you're trapped. You'll be left looking into the past, unable to live in the present, or worrying about the future. Or all three. Guilt holds you and traps you within time and you'll never truly live on unless you take care of it.

But there's due time, I suppose. Valt had already become a well-known Blader, just as he wanted. I suppose mine will come as well. 

The day when I finally could live free.

(May. 10, 2021  6:42 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 1: Shu Kurenai

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I'm a huge idiot.

I think that sounds weird coming from me, but I really am. Feel free to say that I am overreacting — maybe — because this is something quite old. It's just been a while. No one has been here except me. It's just that I cannot quite live down what I have done and become. It haunts me and it still manages to frighten me.

Have you ever experienced something that now follows you forever? Do you know what it feels like to live with your own flaws and mistakes? It gives you such a dreadful feeling, does it? I wish I didn't have to feel it. I wish no one would have to go through it.

I wish the person reading this was either my mom or dad. Or like, someone else. I want someone out there who I know, who feels what I am going through. I never had someone hug me and try to cheer me up after this. I wish someone tried to tell me that they're still proud of me and that I shouldn't have to feel all this guilt. I miss my mom and dad. 

I miss everything from before I even accepted that man's terrible words. I miss the feeling that everything was just a petty rivalry, annoyance, and tick in my life. I miss the feeling that whatever I thought remains within me and no one would ever have to get hurt by me. 

There was an illusion that everything I went through was my own one-sided rivalry. 

But when Mr. Glass looked at me with fierce, intimidating eyes, I knew that what I once had was already gone. That heavy feeling in my heart — and the intense fire in my mind — was replaced by terrible greed. I felt my old self wash away the moment I wore the mask. 

It was that subtle feeling where something about you just went away. The familiar heartbeat within you seemed to have grown quieter. Your thoughts seemed almost motionless.

And you only knew one thing.

My name is Red Eye. 

The name gave me a jab-like feeling in my chest whenever I heard it. Flashes of all the guilt and the shame shot my mind like bullets. I did whatever I could to hide such a distress... I did a good job. Valt didn't see it. I only smiled when he didn't. I hurt more than he thought, more than the world thought. 

Obviously, you already knew that I was pretty dishonest towards Valt. You probably wondered why one of Japan's top Bladers didn't trust his own peers. You probably wondered why I listened to a man over getting help from my best friend.

That makes me feel terrible. Obviously.

The more I hid all of my guilt, the more lonely I felt. Do you understand that? The feeling where you're constantly followed by your thoughts and you can't tell anyone? And then it seems as if you are the only voice in the world — no one to help you or pick you back up. No one to hug you when you need it. Because you're alone now. Maybe you have always been alone.

I keep saying the same thing. I really dislike repeating the same thoughts over and over again. I feel like a Beyblade circling across the stadium endlessly and without changing direction. Like a songbird singing the same song over and over again.

Everybody hates repeating thoughts, even me. Everyone soon grows to think you complain too much. Too much of a boring individual. I suppose that's why I never really did say anything, yes? I'm sure you would've stopped reading by now if I hadn't caught myself repeating the same guilty feelings. 

I usually don't end things abruptly — actually I do, as you could tell from my whole situation (I just mean writing-wise) — but I suppose this is where I will stop. It's just really useless for me to look into the past and wondered what I could have done, right? Or maybe right now or in the future?

But hey, here's my word of wisdom I suppose: All the guilt gives you an illusion that you're trapped. You'll be left looking into the past, unable to live in the present, or worrying about the future. Or all three. Guilt holds you and traps you within time and you'll never truly live on unless you take care of it.

But there's due time, I suppose. Valt had already become a well-known Blader, just as he wanted. I suppose mine will come as well. 

The day when I finally could live free.

(May. 10, 2021  6:42 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 1: Shu Kurenai

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I'm a huge idiot.

I think that sounds weird coming from me, but I really am. Feel free to say that I am overreacting — maybe — because this is something quite old. It's just been a while. No one has been here except me. It's just that I cannot quite live down what I have done and become. It haunts me and it still manages to frighten me.

Have you ever experienced something that now follows you forever? Do you know what it feels like to live with your own flaws and mistakes? It gives you such a dreadful feeling, does it? I wish I didn't have to feel it. I wish no one would have to go through it.

I wish the person reading this was either my mom or dad. Or like, someone else. I want someone out there who I know, who feels what I am going through. I never had someone hug me and try to cheer me up after this. I wish someone tried to tell me that they're still proud of me and that I shouldn't have to feel all this guilt. I miss my mom and dad. 

I miss everything from before I even accepted that man's terrible words. I miss the feeling that everything was just a petty rivalry, annoyance, and tick in my life. I miss the feeling that whatever I thought remains within me and no one would ever have to get hurt by me. 

There was an illusion that everything I went through was my own one-sided rivalry. 

But when Mr. Glass looked at me with fierce, intimidating eyes, I knew that what I once had was already gone. That heavy feeling in my heart — and the intense fire in my mind — was replaced by terrible greed. I felt my old self wash away the moment I wore the mask. 

It was that subtle feeling where something about you just went away. The familiar heartbeat within you seemed to have grown quieter. Your thoughts seemed almost motionless.

And you only knew one thing.

My name is Red Eye. 

The name gave me a jab-like feeling in my chest whenever I heard it. Flashes of all the guilt and the shame shot my mind like bullets. I did whatever I could to hide such a distress... I did a good job. Valt didn't see it. I only smiled when he didn't. I hurt more than he thought, more than the world thought. 

Obviously, you already knew that I was pretty dishonest towards Valt. You probably wondered why one of Japan's top Bladers didn't trust his own peers. You probably wondered why I listened to a man over getting help from my best friend.

That makes me feel terrible. Obviously.

The more I hid all of my guilt, the more lonely I felt. Do you understand that? The feeling where you're constantly followed by your thoughts and you can't tell anyone? And then it seems as if you are the only voice in the world — no one to help you or pick you back up. No one to hug you when you need it. Because you're alone now. Maybe you have always been alone.

I keep saying the same thing. I really dislike repeating the same thoughts over and over again. I feel like a Beyblade circling across the stadium endlessly and without changing direction. Like a songbird singing the same song over and over again.

Everybody hates repeating thoughts, even me. Everyone soon grows to think you complain too much. Too much of a boring individual. I suppose that's why I never really did say anything, yes? I'm sure you would've stopped reading by now if I hadn't caught myself repeating the same guilty feelings. 

I usually don't end things abruptly — actually I do, as you could tell from my whole situation (I just mean writing-wise) — but I suppose this is where I will stop. It's just really useless for me to look into the past and wondered what I could have done, right? Or maybe right now or in the future?

But hey, here's my word of wisdom I suppose: All the guilt gives you an illusion that you're trapped. You'll be left looking into the past, unable to live in the present, or worrying about the future. Or all three. Guilt holds you and traps you within time and you'll never truly live on unless you take care of it.

But there's due time, I suppose. Valt had already become a well-known Blader, just as he wanted. I suppose mine will come as well. 

The day when I finally could live free.

(May. 11, 2021  6:05 AM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 2: Rantaro Kiyama

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I have always considered myself a good writer. 

That sounds crazy coming from me. For so many years now, I was used to the snide remarks about my individuality. I was so used to thinking I was a boring person, a useless Blader... so used to the people who taunted me behind my back and did little to see more in me. Even now, I still remember the hellish days of school and all the times I felt useless. 

But, I am a good writer. It’s sort of my hobby aside from Beyblade. Despite the stares and all the judgement, I was able to sit down and pick up my pencil. With a flip of my notebook, I could write down all my thoughts and ideas. Sometimes I wrote about my Blader friends’ adventures, from the local tournament years ago to the epic Snake Pit journey. And how we rescued Shu!

I don’t know who is reading this — maybe someone who attended Beigoma with me at some point? I hope you realize I have talent after this. See, I never quite liked the people at Beigoma. They kept staring at me and wondering what there is to me. They ignored me compared to my friends like Valt and Wakiya. Thanks to them, I was doomed to be known as Talentless Rantaro, the Human Afraid of Unicorns. 

But, if there’s one field I am lacking in, it is memory. I don’t quite recall the exact people who harmed me with rumors and remarks, but I did remember the words I heard. Don’t count on me to remember your face, sorry.

Oftentimes, I sat in class alone while everyone buzzed around me. You could see me in the room,  with my writing notebook and Beyblade on my desk. Sometimes my head would be up and be ready to go. Sometimes you would see me with my head down. No matter what, I stood out against my classmates. You could tell because I always had a lollipop in my mouth and my distinguishing, amazing “cape!”

And all the while, as I sat in class,  I could somewhat hear things about me. They sounded so wrong in a way that I don’t want to believe negative things about me. Yet they sounded so factual in a surreal way, as if I was always destined to be a useless being. Do you understand the effects of negative descriptions about you? Do you remember the time when someone said something mean and you felt like ceasing to exist?

“You should put your hopes into Valt and Wakiya. I heard that they’re a lot more promising than that dumbo over there.”

“I wonder when he will will stop hanging onto that lollipop. It’s quite distracting.”

“I hope I don’t end up in a group project with Rantaro!”

“He doesn’t deserve that Beyblade. There’s someone out there who can put it to use much better than he can.” 

“I’ll give you some yen if you confess to Rantaro.”

“I never really liked him.”

I hope those words sting you too. You probably heard similar things about yourself at some points in life. Isn’t it wonderful to hear people say nasty stuff about you?

I still remember all the times I heard those remarks. Just... not the faces of those who said it. Maybe my sight was blurred by my tightly-held tears. Maybe I chose to bury my head into my arms too much, pretending that I was only falling asleep. Maybe I pretended not to notice and did all I could to avoid the gazes of others. With all these remarks, it was clear that I was the alien and everyone else was normal. Faces don’t matter when they’re the normal ones and can’t be distinguished, right? 

I hated the way everyone stared at me like I was the oddball. I hated how I couldn’t be relied on anything. I started to believe that I was truly talentless — if I had a shred of talent at all, I would have gotten up from my desk and bolted out of the classroom. To be fast like the light, and to run away from all my fears and worries. But unfortunately, I was only the lazy and talentless Rantaro everyone saw.

The classroom is the worst environment to be in. I have not been to too many countries, but that has to be true. Do you agree? Maybe you have been to other countries to know that classrooms make you feel terrible about yourself? The classroom is full of lies and negativity and the worst people in your life. I can’t be the only one who dreaded school. 

Sometimes I wished I didn’t attend school. Just so I can avoid these people saying bad things.

This was why years ago, I was so afraid of the people who mocked me (I was just good at hiding it!). I felt like I couldn’t please everyone.

I lived in fear that I was seen as a useless person. I felt as if everyone antagonized me, except for the Beigoma Academy Beyclub folks, that is. I only felt like everyone else at school saw me as a burden and not-so-special person. But that’s what happens when you let negativity get to you.

I wonder when people will stop seeing me as a weak Blader, a talentless person, and all those things that they called me. 

Do you want people to look inside you and find that you’re actually unique and special? I do. I want that a lot. 

(May. 11, 2021  7:42 AM)i\m batman Wrote:

(May. 11, 2021  6:05 AM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 2: Rantaro Kiyama

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I have always considered myself a good writer. 

That sounds crazy coming from me. For so many years now, I was used to the snide remarks about my individuality. I was so used to thinking I was a boring person, a useless Blader... so used to the people who taunted me behind my back and did little to see more in me. Even now, I still remember the hellish days of school and all the times I felt useless. 

But, I am a good writer. It’s sort of my hobby aside from Beyblade. Despite the stares and all the judgement, I was able to sit down and pick up my pencil. With a flip of my notebook, I could write down all my thoughts and ideas. Sometimes I wrote about my Blader friends’ adventures, from the local tournament years ago to the epic Snake Pit journey. And how we rescued Shu!

I don’t know who is reading this — maybe someone who attended Beigoma with me at some point? I hope you realize I have talent after this. See, I never quite liked the people at Beigoma. They kept staring at me and wondering what there is to me. They ignored me compared to my friends like Valt and Wakiya. Thanks to them, I was doomed to be known as Talentless Rantaro, the Human Afraid of Unicorns. 

But, if there’s one field I am lacking in, it is memory. I don’t quite recall the exact people who harmed me with rumors and remarks, but I did remember the words I heard. Don’t count on me to remember your face, sorry.

Oftentimes, I sat in class alone while everyone buzzed around me. You could see me in the room,  with my writing notebook and Beyblade on my desk. Sometimes my head would be up and be ready to go. Sometimes you would see me with my head down. No matter what, I stood out against my classmates. You could tell because I always had a lollipop in my mouth and my distinguishing, amazing “cape!”

And all the while, as I sat in class,  I could somewhat hear things about me. They sounded so wrong in a way that I don’t want to believe negative things about me. Yet they sounded so factual in a surreal way, as if I was always destined to be a useless being. Do you understand the effects of negative descriptions about you? Do you remember the time when someone said something mean and you felt like ceasing to exist?

“You should put your hopes into Valt and Wakiya. I heard that they’re a lot more promising than that dumbo over there.”

“I wonder when he will will stop hanging onto that lollipop. It’s quite distracting.”

“I hope I don’t end up in a group project with Rantaro!”

“He doesn’t deserve that Beyblade. There’s someone out there who can put it to use much better than he can.” 

“I’ll give you some yen if you confess to Rantaro.”

“I never really liked him.”

I hope those words sting you too. You probably heard similar things about yourself at some points in life. Isn’t it wonderful to hear people say nasty stuff about you?

I still remember all the times I heard those remarks. Just... not the faces of those who said it. Maybe my sight was blurred by my tightly-held tears. Maybe I chose to bury my head into my arms too much, pretending that I was only falling asleep. Maybe I pretended not to notice and did all I could to avoid the gazes of others. With all these remarks, it was clear that I was the alien and everyone else was normal. Faces don’t matter when they’re the normal ones and can’t be distinguished, right? 

I hated the way everyone stared at me like I was the oddball. I hated how I couldn’t be relied on anything. I started to believe that I was truly talentless — if I had a shred of talent at all, I would have gotten up from my desk and bolted out of the classroom. To be fast like the light, and to run away from all my fears and worries. But unfortunately, I was only the lazy and talentless Rantaro everyone saw.

The classroom is the worst environment to be in. I have not been to too many countries, but that has to be true. Do you agree? Maybe you have been to other countries to know that classrooms make you feel terrible about yourself? The classroom is full of lies and negativity and the worst people in your life. I can’t be the only one who dreaded school. 

Sometimes I wished I didn’t attend school. Just so I can avoid these people saying bad things.

This was why years ago, I was so afraid of the people who mocked me (I was just good at hiding it!). I felt like I couldn’t please everyone.

I lived in fear that I was seen as a useless person. I felt as if everyone antagonized me, except for the Beigoma Academy Beyclub folks, that is. I only felt like everyone else at school saw me as a burden and not-so-special person. But that’s what happens when you let negativity get to you.

I wonder when people will stop seeing me as a weak Blader, a talentless person, and all those things that they called me. 

Do you want people to look inside you and find that you’re actually unique and special? I do. I want that a lot. 

Well, Rantaro has hidden depths it seems. That part about him hating the school and classrooms got me though. I was practically an outcast around 6 years back too, though it got better and now I miss school and classrooms so much as I've not been to school for over a year due to the pandemic (and it's my last year at school ;_; ). Also, this is probably stupid and obvious but are these chapters the pages pinned on the park board?

(May. 11, 2021  6:05 AM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Chapter 2: Rantaro Kiyama

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I have always considered myself a good writer. 

That sounds crazy coming from me. For so many years now, I was used to the snide remarks about my individuality. I was so used to thinking I was a boring person, a useless Blader... so used to the people who taunted me behind my back and did little to see more in me. Even now, I still remember the hellish days of school and all the times I felt useless. 

But, I am a good writer. It’s sort of my hobby aside from Beyblade. Despite the stares and all the judgement, I was able to sit down and pick up my pencil. With a flip of my notebook, I could write down all my thoughts and ideas. Sometimes I wrote about my Blader friends’ adventures, from the local tournament years ago to the epic Snake Pit journey. And how we rescued Shu!

I don’t know who is reading this — maybe someone who attended Beigoma with me at some point? I hope you realize I have talent after this. See, I never quite liked the people at Beigoma. They kept staring at me and wondering what there is to me. They ignored me compared to my friends like Valt and Wakiya. Thanks to them, I was doomed to be known as Talentless Rantaro, the Human Afraid of Unicorns. 

But, if there’s one field I am lacking in, it is memory. I don’t quite recall the exact people who harmed me with rumors and remarks, but I did remember the words I heard. Don’t count on me to remember your face, sorry.

Oftentimes, I sat in class alone while everyone buzzed around me. You could see me in the room,  with my writing notebook and Beyblade on my desk. Sometimes my head would be up and be ready to go. Sometimes you would see me with my head down. No matter what, I stood out against my classmates. You could tell because I always had a lollipop in my mouth and my distinguishing, amazing “cape!”

And all the while, as I sat in class,  I could somewhat hear things about me. They sounded so wrong in a way that I don’t want to believe negative things about me. Yet they sounded so factual in a surreal way, as if I was always destined to be a useless being. Do you understand the effects of negative descriptions about you? Do you remember the time when someone said something mean and you felt like ceasing to exist?

“You should put your hopes into Valt and Wakiya. I heard that they’re a lot more promising than that dumbo over there.”

“I wonder when he will will stop hanging onto that lollipop. It’s quite distracting.”

“I hope I don’t end up in a group project with Rantaro!”

“He doesn’t deserve that Beyblade. There’s someone out there who can put it to use much better than he can.” 

“I’ll give you some yen if you confess to Rantaro.”

“I never really liked him.”

I hope those words sting you too. You probably heard similar things about yourself at some points in life. Isn’t it wonderful to hear people say nasty stuff about you?

I still remember all the times I heard those remarks. Just... not the faces of those who said it. Maybe my sight was blurred by my tightly-held tears. Maybe I chose to bury my head into my arms too much, pretending that I was only falling asleep. Maybe I pretended not to notice and did all I could to avoid the gazes of others. With all these remarks, it was clear that I was the alien and everyone else was normal. Faces don’t matter when they’re the normal ones and can’t be distinguished, right? 

I hated the way everyone stared at me like I was the oddball. I hated how I couldn’t be relied on anything. I started to believe that I was truly talentless — if I had a shred of talent at all, I would have gotten up from my desk and bolted out of the classroom. To be fast like the light, and to run away from all my fears and worries. But unfortunately, I was only the lazy and talentless Rantaro everyone saw.

The classroom is the worst environment to be in. I have not been to too many countries, but that has to be true. Do you agree? Maybe you have been to other countries to know that classrooms make you feel terrible about yourself? The classroom is full of lies and negativity and the worst people in your life. I can’t be the only one who dreaded school. 

Sometimes I wished I didn’t attend school. Just so I can avoid these people saying bad things.

This was why years ago, I was so afraid of the people who mocked me (I was just good at hiding it!). I felt like I couldn’t please everyone.

I lived in fear that I was seen as a useless person. I felt as if everyone antagonized me, except for the Beigoma Academy Beyclub folks, that is. I only felt like everyone else at school saw me as a burden and not-so-special person. But that’s what happens when you let negativity get to you.

I wonder when people will stop seeing me as a weak Blader, a talentless person, and all those things that they called me. 

Do you want people to look inside you and find that you’re actually unique and special? I do. I want that a lot. 

(May. 11, 2021  6:22 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Man, I hope youre not hooked xd /hj /lh Otherwise, I would have a tough act to follow! Joking aside, glad you like this so far. Im still trying to figure out how the rest of the chapters will go. Ill see if I can get creative as to keep each one original and to reflect the characters — a small note, this means that I wont be making the entire collection first person. I find it a little repetitive myself and hopefully it makes things creative here and there

(May. 11, 2021  6:22 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Man, I hope youre not hooked xd /hj /lh Otherwise, I would have a tough act to follow! Joking aside, glad you like this so far. Im still trying to figure out how the rest of the chapters will go. Ill see if I can get creative as to keep each one original and to reflect the characters — a small note, this means that I wont be making the entire collection first person. I find it a little repetitive myself and hopefully it makes things creative here and there

(May. 12, 2021  7:00 PM)Ryuga\s Son Wrote:

(May. 11, 2021  6:22 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: Man, I hope youre not hooked xd /hj /lh Otherwise, I would have a tough act to follow! Joking aside, glad you like this so far. Im still trying to figure out how the rest of the chapters will go. Ill see if I can get creative as to keep each one original and to reflect the characters — a small note, this means that I wont be making the entire collection first person. I find it a little repetitive myself and hopefully it makes things creative here and there

I have a question. Do you like to write/read Epic Fantasy novels/books?

(May. 12, 2021  7:04 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote:

(May. 12, 2021  7:00 PM)Ryuga\s Son Wrote: I have a question. Do you like to write/read Epic Fantasy novels/books?

I do! Though, personally, I find it quite hard to do some impressive worldbuilding and creating lore for epic fantasy content

(May. 12, 2021  7:07 PM)Ryuga\s Son Wrote:

(May. 12, 2021  7:04 PM)XSabxManiacX Wrote: I do! Though, personally, I find it quite hard to do some impressive worldbuilding and creating lore for epic fantasy content

Well Yeah, it is quite hard. I'm trying it right now, but it indeed is very difficult. I got inspired by many Epic Fantasy Novels, so I made one myself. It takes a long time, (long time I mean years) but it's possible. Creating Magic Systems and World Building is the first steps to creating a Epic Fantasy Series. Some novels also have other power systems which are not magic. Do you know what is a soft magic system and a hard magic system?