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/jp/, I am gonna make a visual novel.

The art will be terrible and if there is a soundtrack it will also probably be bad. There is no reason for this to happen but it's something I feel I must do.

Is /jp/ working on anything like that?

>> No.7574432

Why would you make a VN if you aren't even Japanese or artistic?

>> No.7574435

Add it to the list of failed VNs.

>> No.7574434

Make something awful for the sake of it being awful?
All the time.

>> No.7574438

>>7574431
Then work with what you have, don't try to make it some sort of dramatic masterpiece.

>> No.7574440

Make it a VN about tripfriends. That way it'll look like you made it terrible on purpose.

>> No.7574442

Oh come on, your art can't be that bad.

>> No.7574439

OP, tell us a little about your VN idea. A LITTLE. The more you tell us, the less reason we have to play and you have to complete it because you feel we've already experienced it.

>> No.7574443

We should make a blog or something to talk about /jp/'s failed projects.

>> No.7574444

>>7574439
I want to do something sci-fi. Nothing moe or pornographic.. maybe survival horror-ish?

>> No.7574447

>>7574444
>Not moe
>Not pornographic

Who the hell lets people like you exist?

>> No.7574449

>>7574443
There's no blog big enough.

>> No.7574462

>>7574444
Just copy your setting off MLA, take out the parallel world bullshit and make it even more REAL DEAL and more grimdark. Take out the SOL military training stuff.
Add more human experimentation by the alien.

Maybe give the human fighting chance by making the aliens susceptible to nuclear bombing but they never stop coming.

>> No.7574467

>>7574444
Perhaps a Saya no Uta spinoff, maybe make the MC a hikikomori

>> No.7574485

OP, please write a short story involving a brother and a sister who share a room while on a family vacation.

>> No.7574492

>>7574485
Also, it would be great if you could do this before I go to sleep, if possible. I will be going to sleep in about two hours.

>> No.7574546

>>7574492
My name is Alexi Uranov, a high school student from Moscow. My family recently decided to take a trip to the Antarctic coast via charter yacht, due primarily to my father's vested interest in thermodynamic sciences. Ah--

No, that's not really important to this story. Sorry.

Other than the cold and contradictory sun that threatens to burn us to a crisp each time we see it, the trip has been a wonderful opportunity to relax. Away from studies and all of the stresses at home, we've all had a chance to catch up... My sister Ilya and I, especially.

"Alexi. Alexi Uranov."

That was her greeting each morning. She always makes a point of waking up first, so she can roll out of bed and act as though she were some superior officer. Though I'm four years her elder, she has no problem with pushing me around like that. "What is it this time, sister?" is my daily response.

Typically she would berate me on sleeping in so late... as if vacations were meant for anything else. However, this morning was different. For starters... it was still night, the sun wouldn't rise for another three hours.

>> No.7574547

>>7574462
So...Starcraft?

>> No.7574548

>>7574492
"Alexi, I'm a girl, right?"

She wasn't looking at me.

"What? Illya, you woke me up with that kind of nonsense?"

"Brother, it isn't nonsense! This is... Well, this is important, so I want you to pay attention."

What could I say? I laid there in silence, half listening and half hoping to fall asleep before the interruption became any lengthier. "Alexi, girls have needs the same as men. Haven't you noticed that?" Her voice had lost its usual domineering inflection. I had to sit up and see her more clearly.

In the moonlight through the port window of our ship, I could see her shaking. What was she talking about?

"Ilya, isn't this something to bring up with somebody who isn't related to you?"

"No, Alexi, that's exactly why I have to... You're my brother, so it's safe."

What? Safe? My sister, saying these sorts of things to me, it was hardly relaxing and stress free. I could tell it was important, however, and urged her to continue. "Go on," and so forth.

"It's safe, because-"

Leaning forward with a bit of indignation, I fold my hands. "Because what, Ilya? What is this about?"

"Because you won't scream."

I've no idea how I had missed it before.

My younger sister's face had been caked with blood, and as she turned to lock her eyes on me I would swear they glinted in the same crimson way.

Ah-- No, she was right. I didn't scream.

There were simply too many thoughts.

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>>7574546
>>7574548
>russian
>tsuntsun imouto
>suddenly yandere

There better be more to this.

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>>7574431

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>>7574553
hell of a paper for a great jonny - yui-deluxe-jonny. Hell!

>> No.7574564

>>7574548
What had I been thinking of before? Was there something in her hands? Whose blood- No, I didn't scream. Though she was smaller, there was a strength pouring from her shadowed eyes as her hand covered my face unceremoniously. It tasted like iron.

"You see? It's safe."

Illya had spent much of the day with mother.. I saw them playing a game of hide and seek on deck earlier. Was this mother's blood? No, there had to be an answer that made more sense. We loved our parents, Illya would never-

"Do you love me, Alexi?"

What?

I ceased struggling as she began to wear a wild grin.

"Alexi, do you know about genetics?"

Genetics? What was the meaning of all this? It was getting out of hand and I had questions. I summoned up enough strength to push her away. The sound of her falling jostled me more than anything thus far. Why didn't I scream when she started laughing?

"Ilya," her name was the only noise I managed to make.

Her laughs quickly turned to sobs before I could relax. Her body was shaking even as she sprung up and tore me to the ground as well. I tried to scream this time but both of her hands were faster.

"Ghk-!"

Forced onto my mouth, they slammed my head into the floor. The kitchen was below us.. surely somebody who worked on the ship would hear this and stop her. Right? But, that blood...

"Dear brother, when I release your mouth you will answer me," she spoke with an uncharacteristic gentleness even as she drove a knee into my stomach. I wouldn't be able to scream, now.

>> No.7574565

>>7574546
>>7574548
Looking nice so far. Is Alexi a female or male name (and character)?

>> No.7574568

>>7574565
>brother

My guess is a boy.

>> No.7574570

>>7574564
Yandere imouto with an interest in science?

THIS IS GREATNESS

>> No.7574573

>>7574570
THIS

F5ING LIKE THE FIST OF THE NORTH STAR

>> No.7574598

>>7574564
Her hands left my mouth, but the taste of iron didn't. I had no idea how much blood had been smeared onto my face.

She was silent, staring with intense, tear soaked eyes. I could see the reflection of my own iris in them. The sensation was almost hypnotic, but of course I answered in the way any brother would as soon as I found the breath.

"Of course, you're my sister, and I-"

That answer had been less than satisfactory. Sitting on my stomach, she slapped my face with such force that the cheek opposite of the one she struck slammed into the floor.

"No. Alexi, my genes.. don't you think they're good?"

"What?"

"Father didn't. Mother couldn't understand the process..." She trailed off into something I couldn't understand. Grabbing onto my face by its side, she shook me. "Alexi, I love you. Aren't I strong?"

Hide and seek had been her idea. Oh, god, what had she talked about with mother?

"The equipment is already on the ship. They were catching baby squid earlier. Will you follow me?"

She asked again if I loved her, but used words she thought would be easier for me to say.

I didn't know what to do. If I was able to walk.. perhaps... Yes, I had to know what had happened. This was madness.

"Ilya, I will follow you, just let me up."

>> No.7574601

>>7574546
>>7574548
>>7574564
Yes, I think you should make a VN. This writing is delicious.

>> No.7574608

>>7574598
>she tried to impregnate her mom using squid tubes
>implying imminent science rape

I CAN'T CONTROL MY HIPS

>> No.7574621

In all seriousness, your writing is light years better than what I can accomplish. Now I don't know if you're trolling or not but I will reply to your post with the assumption that you are serious... here's my tip...

When you're engaged in VN making... stay away from 4chan... not only will 4chan distract you... it will also divert you and soon, you'll find your work barely resembling the way you originally planned it. While most people here in /jp/ are bro's and friends but too much meddlesome input will hurt productivity. Screw everyone's opinion and do what you like... once you release your Vn then that's the time you can worry how people will receive it. You can then take their input and integrate it into your next project to create a better VN...

>> No.7574650

>>7574598
There was a pressure that lifted from my chest even before she stood off of me. I didn't understand, but I took her stained hand and looked her in the eyes. From here, I could see beyond her hair that there was a cut across her eye... This blood must have been hers, then.

Blood loss! This must be the source of her insanity. I grabbed her by the arm and said nothing at first, only standing there so as not to provoke her. A smile slowly melted onto her lips. I saw her teeth begin to bare through it and turned away from the grotesque sight of my sister.

"Let's go, now," I told her, immediately.

Opening our door without looking at her I started walking before I looked. I slipped immediately and hit my head once more, this time on the iron bar below the door. My fingernails must have scraped her arm.. this was out of hand. Dizzy, I looked around.

Judging from a footprint I had left on the wall, the floor was soaked in blood. Before standing I looked up to my sister to see if she was hurt.

No, she was standing over me in her gown. Fresh blood ran from the scratch in her arm, dripping beside my head.

"Dear brother, you've wounded me."

Though I could see more, I tried only to glimpse her face. What I saw of it was frightening, as it told me she knew just how hard I had struck the floor.

She knew she would have no problem punishing my carelessness.

>>7574621
Thanks for the advice! And thanks everybody else for the kind words. Should I continue or is this sample good? :v

>> No.7574657

>>7574650
>From here, I could see beyond her hair that there was a cut across her eye... This blood must have been hers, then.
>cut across her eye
>implying eyepatch
>incoming rape
>everybody else is dead

YOU ARE DAMN RIGHT YOU PERSIST

>> No.7574665

>>7574657
I second this

>> No.7574666

>>7574650
Stop now and go make a VN.

>> No.7574703

>>7574650
Fearing this, I tried to scoot myself into the hall. It was cold and wet, and I knew immediately I had covered myself in blood. What? No, that was stupid, I-.. Checking the back of my head, I couldn't tell if I was bleeding or not, now. Stupid, stupid, I had to keep moving.

Ilya followed. She walked out slowly, already staring at me as she left our room.

"But Alexi, weren't you going to follow me?" Her words froze me, and I had to think. My head was throbbing as I searched for something to pull myself up with. The hallway was barren, carpeted with scarlet and what looked to be sea foam. "Alexi, weren't you going to follow me?" She repeated herself, and the increased volume told me she was near.

"Ilya, that was before I hurt myself," I said as an excuse. I could hear her feet splashing in the cold fluids below me. If I was bleeding and had mixed my blood.. I had no idea how ill I would be should I survive. "Ilya, please." The things I thought about made no sense given the circumstances.

We were going to visit a hot spring today, and father was going to take a new coat he had designed to the researchers there... Who would take it if I died? I couldn't let Ilya do that.

How foolish I was to dwell on that. I'm sorry, such details can't matter to you. As I panicked about extreme weather equipment, Ilya planted a foot firmly on my chest and stopped my slow escape again.

"No, dear brother. Please, follow my lead alone."

There was a pause as if to emphasize her words.

"Mine alone, Alexi."

>> No.7574709

>>>/lit/

This is a worksafe board.

>> No.7574713

>>7574709
You're a worksafe faggot.

>> No.7574726

OP, as much as I like your writing nobody is in this thread. Quit wasting your time and pushing more relevant threads off of page 1.

>> No.7574731

>>7574726
Ignore this guy. F5ing like mad.

>> No.7574788

>>7574703
I hovered my palm near her ankle and thought about pushing it off. What was wrong with me? Instead, I writhed under her in an attempt to reach for an unknown savior in the gloom behind me. That act alone made me aware of something new: The lights in the hall had been out save for one in front of our room.

It flickered now and then, like a single firefly in the middle of a battlefield.

"I'm not back there, Alexi. You should reach for me." She pressed forward with her weight on my chest. I could feel my heart beating faster. "You were almost right, you know." With cruelty and calmness, she stamped any flames of escape out of my chest and flattened her legs beside me, sitting on high.

"Ilya, please," I tried again. But, maybe it wasn't clear enough. "Please, let me walk."

Staring at her, I tried to plead with my eyes. The slightest contortion of my face made the back of my head throb. I must have been bleeding, I must have.

Ilya shook her head.

"How can I know you're able? You aren't.." She mumbled something, and in elation started to giggle like she had just heard some embarrassing compliment. "You aren't very strong."

"I can walk."

"Your DNA is so weak, dear brother. You would fall, I can't take you the equipment after all."

There she went again. I knew something about squid, but no other details. My imagination was a dark place, filled with a myriad of black images revolving around my energetic and stubborn sister, drunk with blood lust.

"What equipment?" I would ask, in a vain attempt to cast them away.

She replied by taking my head in both of her hands.

>> No.7574822

>>7574788
>It flickered now and then, like a single firefly in the middle of a battlefield.
W... whoa. I really like the writing.

Do you have an artist/musician yet? Any idea how long is this going to be?

>> No.7574856

>>7574822
Nope. I have some neat places I could take this, but I have no idea how to gauge length. Truth be told I could TRY art, it'd just be inconsistent as heck with terrible backgrounds.

I can't make music to save my life. ;_;

>>7574788
My sister's golden hair flew towards my face, tracing small arcs of blood through the air. The sudden presence of her eyes made my pupils flare in the reflection of her manic gaze. Under their immense weight I couldn't feel a thing even when her lips forced themselves onto mine.

The realization was gradual and churning, a tightening knot ushered forth by the all too familiar sinking feeling of dread. I was too stunned to move, faced with more information as it went on. So this was the kind of love she meant... Our parents, had she sought it from them, or was it their DNA? Why didn't her mouth taste like iron?

"Alexi," she breathed past my lips. "Dear, weak Alexi. Follow my lead, will you?"

Her fingers curled around my face with a frightful tenderness, pressing lines into my cheeks as they went. My feet struggled to find solid, dry and supportive ground with which to throw her off and try to flee again, but her slender and strong body prevented me from doing anything but ineffectually wriggling under her. It felt pathetic.

A great pulsation sent pain to the front of my eyes, head rocked by that dull pain with each frantic beat of my heart. I had no choice in this sorry state. Per her instructions, I followed her lead and began to move my jaw with hers. My eyes were squeezed shut.

I wanted to vomit. From her sounds, I could tell she was elated.

Not just at my shame, not at my helplessness, but at compliance.

Did she seek it everywhere else? Was I the weakest on this ship?

It was all so terrible to consider.

>> No.7574863

This is getting sensual as fuck.

>> No.7574868

OP are you the same guy from yesterday who joked about someone imitating Wakamoto's voice?

>> No.7574912
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>>7574868
Nope.

>>7574856
Her body pressed down in response to my actions. She must have been after it, that thing she kept mentioning... My genetic makeup. I can't imagine what for. I stared off at what fragments of flitting light I could catch through her hair. I was convinced that her frenzy would spare me from scrutiny enough to notice a lack of reaction.

Her hands wound their way onto my neck and I braced myself to be strangled. Mercifully, she moved them instead onto my shoulders. Her fingertips.. I could feel them working across the buttons of my fleece shirt.

"Ilya, let me walk," I tried again.

I wanted to stall her, to beat away the dawning realization of what my sister had been doing. Where had this come from? There would be no way I'd know anymore. I was confident, completely confident that once she had taken what she needed I would be dead. I had to stall. I tried over and over before she reclaimed by lips each time.

Her hips bore down on mine and forced a memory from just moments ago.

"Because you won't scream."

It was safe, and I was making it that way. In silence, I let her revel in that safety I had created, and then bore myself to destroy it all at once. I let out a roar, hurried forth by the blood of dead struggles around me, slamming my hand onto her face and throwing her off.

I managed to rise to my knees, held up by adrenaline. As my head throbbed, I looked at her against the wall, in a heap of desperation. Her face had been scratched in the movement, from that already injured eye. I saw steel and wire behind her delicate skin. The sinking feeling grew worse as I stood and looked at her.

I knew what had happened here. Cursing the hand of fate that had swept us here, I whispered in fury.

"Snatcher...!"

-TIRED END-

>> No.7574916

>>7574912
>Snatcher...!"
Well, shit

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>>7574912
>my face when OP was too tired to finish but finished with SNATCHER

I'm not sure if I'm upset.

>> No.7574923

>>7574912
>"Snatcher...!"

This is worse than Bel-Air.

>> No.7574920

>>7574912
OP, please tell me you'll finish for real tomorrow ;_;

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>>7574912

>> No.7574937

>>7574912
Reported for off topic.

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>>7574912

>> No.7575078

It's on the level of the worst fanfics you can find. Get two writers first.

>> No.7575108 [DELETED] 

Wow. This thread. I see the new generation of /a/ immigrants has arrived.

>> No.7575114

>>7574822
>>It flickered now and then, like a single firefly in the middle of a battlefield.
W... whoa. I really like the writing.
that's... enough to make you go woah? seriously? I'm honestly baffled

>> No.7575132

OP, if you just need someone to talk to, and perhaps an artist (although I admit I too am not so hot at the arts), I'll leave you my email.

>> No.7575159

>>7575114
>>7575078
Buttjelly samefag..

>> No.7575348

>be a published short story writer working on a novel(in b4 proof)
>see this thread
>they think this "creative writing class"-tier bullshit will make a good VN

AHAHA.wav

>> No.7575354

>>7575348
Being published doesn't mean shit. Stephanie Meyer is published.

>> No.7575367

I have a feeling OP is a way better writer than that story he or she posted seeing how filled with obvious meta cliches it is. Some lines are completely paraphrased from anime/manga tropes, and yet it got a mostly positive response.

OP is an expert panderer and will do well in the field.

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7575389

g'luck, you'll prolly be famous as HELL like Ryukishi07

>> No.7575396

>>7575354
Well played.

>> No.7575401

>>7575389
Are you trolling? There is nothing good about what OP posted. Seriously, did you read it?

>> No.7575408

>>7575401
That's the joke, perhaps?

>> No.7575410

Are there /v/irgins in this thread or something? I can't tell who is trolling who.

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>>7575408
loli Aki

>> No.7575423

>>7575401
Seriously replying to that thing?

How new can you be? That new.

>> No.7575425

>>7575423
That's the joke, perhaps?

>> No.7575424

>>7574546
>>7574548
>>7574564
>>7574598
>>7574650
>>7574703
>>7574788
>>7574856
>>7574912

Your dialogue sounds stiff and flaky, although it's still better than a lot of the fanfiction that gets posted on here from time to time, I guess.

>> No.7575432

>>7575367
Shit, now that I read through this I realize that's exactly what he's doing. This is a very elaborate and slow brewed troll, I think. Either that, or self referential parody.

>> No.7575435

For something that you obviously made up on the spot, it's not bad.

Oh wait, you went to bed. Well, see you eight hours from now, OP.

>> No.7575440

>>7575435
OP won't wake up. He'll be sleeping forever now.

>> No.7575442

>>7575401
>he seriously replies to wtH
>laughing touhous.jpg

>> No.7575450

>>7575440
I'll actually be amazed if OP replies after all this shitting all over his thread. Nobody is that stupid.

>> No.7575464

>>7575425
It's not "ironic" if it's so many layers removed from sanity that you're just making shit up.

>> No.7575474

>>7575464
>she thinks that was the real aki
laughing k-on!s.tiff

>> No.7575479

>>7575464
>Ironic
I don't think that word means what you think it means

>> No.7575480

THIS THREAD DOES NOT DESERVE SO MANY POSTS LET IT DIE

>> No.7575482

>>7575480
But Yui is cute.

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>>7575482
>you are now imagining Yui writing terrible russian yandere incest
>your face when

>> No.7575504

>>7575495
You are now going back to /a/.

>> No.7575507

>Is /jp/ working on anything like that?

Kawaii Adobenshaas in Anime Rand

>> No.7575514

>>7575504
I've been here for like six months and I still have no idea what sets you guys off. Like, per capita I think /jp/ has more sage posts than any other board. What are you supposed to talk about? Do you guys think this is /touhou/ or something?

>> No.7575520

>>7575507
You just made that up.

>> No.7575523

>>7575514
>six months
Yeah. Get the FUCK out.

>> No.7575525

>>7575514
/jp/ sage for legitimate reasons, often because they think their post is of little importance and not worth bumping the thread for. Every other board sages as an offensive gesture.

>> No.7575529

>>7575525
But if a thread has active discussion why sage? It doesn't feel natural. This sounds like an elitism thing, but okay.

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>>7575520

It's the best VN that you'll ever read. An unfinished masterpiece. The Mona Lisa of the eroge medium.

>> No.7575536

>>7575530
I find Mumi-chan attractive. Oh god, how do I fix myself?

>> No.7575548

>>7575479
That's why I used quotation marks, autismo-kun.

>> No.7575549

>>7575536
You don't. You aren't broken. You're /jp/nese.

>> No.7575551

>>7575548
You are so assu-haato, senpai.

>> No.7575560

>>7575514
>Like, per capita I think /jp/ has more sage posts than any other board.

Yeah, there was some data floating around that roughly 20% of our posts come with sage in the e-mail field. No other board has more than 2% or so.
That's how /jp/ rolls. If you are a fastboarder don't take sage as a personal offense. It just meant the poster wasn't feeling like bumping. Threads here last for days anyway.

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>>7575551
I can't help but lol. "ass-heart" ?

>> No.7577629

I think he means assu-hutto.

>> No.7577644

>>7577629
>assu-hutto
Ass-foot...
Let's try 'Assu-hatto'

>> No.7577646 [DELETED] 

What the hell? Aside from the lazy ending, I thought that story was nice. Would have been better with a Japanese family since there's more room for paranormal curses and things that way but it was still nice.

>> No.7577650

What the hell? Aside from the lazy ending, I thought that story was nice. Would have been better with a Japanese family since there's more room for paranormal curses and things that way but it was still nice. What's with the hate?

>> No.7577666

>>7577644
"hurt" and "heart" would be the same thing: ハート. It's the reason why Japanese people think スモーキング=smorking.

>> No.7577672

Assu-peinedo?

>> No.7577688

>>7577666
Smorking confirmed for devil chant.

>> No.7577694

>>7577666
I thought we were going for 'asshat'. I see my error.

>> No.7577700

>>7577650
It's not written in Japanese, obviously. The only specified negative thing I saw was "dialog is stiff" and I'm convinced that was intentional. /jp/ just has bad taste in writing.

>> No.7577937

>>7577650

I actually prefer that the family was Russian. Makes it more unique.

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