- Mood:
Zeal - Listening to: The air conditioner
- Reading: Nothing
- Watching: Nothing
- Playing: Pokemon FireRed
- Eating: Nothing
- Drinking: Dr Pepper
I've fallen in love with Pokemon all over again, thanks to this game. I have been playing it obsessively since I bought it a couple of weeks ago.
This game has allowed me to recapture the pokemon that enchanted me as a child, everything from Rattata to Mewtwo.
In fact, Pokemon is, in a way, what led me here. You see, Pokemon was my first taste of anime, and within me, it planted a dormant otaku, one that wouldn't reemerge until the cartoon adaptation of Teen Titans.
Now some people might hold a grudge against the Teen Titans because they hate the idea of American companies using anime techniques, but I will address that at a later date.
Now, with Teen Titans, I started to crave more of it than Cartoon Network could provide, so I looked to the internet. With the internet I looked up everything I could concerning the Teen Titans, but it still wasn't enough. And then, one fateful night, I happened across FanFiction.
Soon, I had uncovered a society of people who wrote of their passion for the show. After a few weeks of reading fanfics and learning the basics, I decided that it was time to try writing a fic for myself.
However, my attempt to sign up failed, because at that time, I didn't understand how to use my e-mail account. However, that stumbling block was actually beneficial to me. Because I couldn't submit any stories, I became more passive in my interest in fanfiction.
And after my first attempt at starting a fanfic account, nothing significant to this narration (except for a small family emergency that left me without any computer access for a few months) happened until increasingly high payments on our house eventually became so great that we were forced to move out of the house.
After we finally finished moving everything out of our old house, we moved in with Grandmother, who was happy to help out. And since Mother was a nurse, it was a decision that benefited both sides.
And since Father was a truck driver, mother was irreplaceable at the clinic where she worked and so she was often kept late, and because Grandmother couldn't handle three boys by herself, I began to mature. Through necessity, I grew cautious, accepted responsibility, learned respect, and developed deep feelings of loyalty to family and friends.
I had also been enrolled in a private school a year earlier, and during this time was properly taught grammar, language, and puncuation for the first time.
Looking back, I feel like some intelligent being was guiding my fate, preparing me to become a writer, because it wasn't long until a new passion would once more cause me to cross paths with fanfiction, and the source of that passion was Naruto.
When I had first heard that it would premiere on Toonami, I was excited; because I had been waiting for an anime I could follow from the beginning. But there was another, less theatrically related reason for my interest, in fact, this is the first time I've told anyone this, my real reason for wanting to follow Naruto was: Boobs. I had by then realized that I had a thing for anime women, and almost all anime women who weren't main characters were very attractive.
But, although I looked to Naruto for sexy girls, I soon fell in love with the series.
And my love for the series once more led me to fanfiction, and after a number of weeks, I decided to give it another shot, and signed up on FanFiction dot net. This time I succeeded in signing up and I created a profile. Finally, when I was able to submit stories I started cranking out some of my signature works such as Another Day, Another Saturday, Invader Naruto, and Parrotboy: A Tale of How Sasuke got his hairstyle.
With each fic I wrote, I gained valuable experience. I strived to learn from the mistakes of myself and others. However, the achievement that I value the most was yet to come.
With my frequent trawling of the Naruto section, it should come as no surprise that I soon came across yaoi. At first, I paid it little mind, but as I read more fics, yaoi soon started to seem unavoidable, and at the height of my frustration, I formed the Anti Yaoi Corps, which opposed slash, incest, and mary sues. Though my organization even has its own C2, it still is quite small.
And eventually, I ended up here, and opened a profile.
The rest is history.