So... this is just going to be all manner of short bursts of nonsense I come up with. Spout your nonsense, and, hey, maybe it'll appear here.

This game, somewhat unfortunately, does not hold the same amount of material like, say, Rhythm Thief, which I love, but I will never let it live down just how much shit fails to make sense. However, some of the cheats and other funky little things are still great material... oh gods, little Plaguey and little Mona blasting themselves into walls trying to master their bursts, that needs to be added to the list!

Ahem, anyway... This will equal parts be nonsense, and a space for me to reply to Jason, because HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP IN CONTACT WITH A GUEST? By posting mini stories as often as I can manage, duh. But that will all be at the end to save everyone else from having to scroll a lot, although if you're willing to look at Hanburger's reviews to get context, you could probably gleam some of the best advice I've ever managed to give thus far.

Plague Knight let out a bored yawn. It was that time of the day again. The time when Mona was asleep, but he was still full of energy. It happened often enough that he was more or less used to it, but that didn't make it any less boring.

He never did any work at this time, partly because he didn't want to make any important discoveries without her, and also because if anything exploded, it would very likely wake her, and she was never a pleasant person when her sleep was interrupted. She was careful about not taking it out on her partner, even if it was totally his fault, but everyone else was fair game, and he'd gotten a lot of shit from his minions for accidentally waking her, an act that that causes all but him to suffer.

Absentmindedly, he tossed a bomb into the air. He expected it to simply come back down so he could throw it again. What he didn't expect was that the instant his skin was no longer touching the bottle, it grew significantly in size, becoming at least as big as he was.

Surprised, Plague Knight let out a small shriek when the object suddenly engulfed his vision. Immediately, he reacted and jumped away. This bomb was on a particularly short fuse, and blew up nigh instantly. While he had gotten a fair distance away, enough to avoid the explosion of a normal potion, he has not prepared for the blast radius to increase as well. In his mind, it remained as powerful as the bomb that it had been, and in a way that remained true. The only change was the size. Because of this, he was hit.

Plague Knight was thrown back, smacking his back against the wall. He choked out a pained sound as he slid to the floor. Luckily, he wasn't too badly wounded; it was just a simple black powder bomb, after all. It burned, though.

He didn't move for a couple minutes, trying to wrap his mind around his potion's transformation. It defied all logic he was aware of, and the more he thought about it, the more it hurt to think about. Experimentally, he removed another bomb, this one on a standard fuse with a float casing to avoid damaging anything, and tossed it into the air. To his horror, it too grew in size, floating up briefly before blowing up.

"What the…?" He muttered, removing another bomb and looking at it curiously. He gave that one a toss as well, only mildly surprised when it grew as well.

Plague Knight returned to being silent and merely thinking over what was going on. His thought process was interrupted when he heard footsteps, and then a door slamming up. Jolting, he looked to the door and found Mona there, looking rather pissed.

"What are you doing?" She groaned.

Plague Knight blinked, unsure if he should be surprised that he woke her. "S-sorry," he said, forcing himself to his feet. "But check this out!" He removed another seemingly ordinary potion and put it in a float casing before releasing it.

Mona's expression was priceless. "What the hell?!"

"That's what I'd like to know," Plague Knight said.

Mona started sputtering, trying to talk but failing.

Plague Knight chuckled at her behavior. "I was bored, so I just threw a bomb in the air; you know I like to do that. But then it grew! I'm not sure if I should be scared or intrigued."

"Try both," Mona suggested. Her eyes trailed away from his face and down to his slightly wounded body. She frowned. "You're hurt… again."

Plague Knight looked down. He had hardly even noticed given that his cloak was made to resist blasts. That didn't stop the glass shards, though. But they had more or less disintegrated before becoming embedded in him, so he had no real reason to worry. "Don't sound surprised. I wasn't expecting that; of course I'm going to get a little hurt."

"Yes, I know, but I hate seeing my little Plaguey hurt."

Plague Knight was fully prepared to respond, but got hung up on her calling him 'her little Plaguey.' "U-um, I'm your little Plaguey now?"

He swore he heard her mutter 'I regret everything' as she quickly turned her face away, but not fast enough. He could see the blush on her mortified face. "I… meant that in a… fuck, I can't rationalize that; I'm sorry, I'm tired. Uh, ignore that comment."

Plague Knight cracked up laughing. He couldn't help it. It was ridiculous in a stupid sort of way, but it was funny while being a moment of pure compassion nonetheless, and it was small things like this that gave him the slightest bit of hope.

"Ah, anyway, so… your bombs…"

"Oh, right." He pulled out another bomb and stared at it intently as he dropped it. To his utter surprise, disappointment, confusion and fear, however, nothing spectacular happened. All of these emotions mixed together resulted in him staring blankly. "…What?"

Mona stared at the spot the bomb had been for a moment before asking, "Okay, quick, what kinda drugs were we taking before I went to bed?"

"Nothing that should have caused this."

Fearing for his sanity, if nothing else, Plague Knight started launching all manner of things he pulled from his pouch at the ground.

Mona watching with concern. "Uh, I think that was your Leech Liquid you just smashed."

Plague Knight stopped and shrugged. "That's generated by my magic anyway."

"I though only the liquid part of it was made by your magic and the container wasn't."

Plague Knight raised his hand, about to inform her that no, this was not the case, before it occurred to him that it was. "…Oops."

Mona sighed and lowered her head into her hand. "Oh Plaguey. I have a sneaking suspicion that we're both just tired to the point of seeing things and need sleep. You with me?"

"I ache; that could not have been a hallucination. But you know what? Fuck it. I agree. Yes, let's go sleep and never speak of this again."

"Yes, not looking into this will totally bite us in the ass, but… I don't think I care. Come, Plaguey, sleep awaits."

Okay, Jason, I think I am going to have to dedicate a 'chapter' to just talking to you, but anyway, here's my own rant in return; as a matter of fact, it's full on writing advice, oops, I hope you get something good from it even if you don't find it inherently helpful, but first of all, I say give your idea a shot. Do you know how impressive it is to me that you've thought up lore and you know the end goal, even if you have no idea how to get there? Seriously, thems some good shit, I say. Post it on Wattpad or something. Or don't post it at all. Or tell it through your drawings and put it on DA. Something. Indulge your ideas, it's a good way to use your creative side, if nothing else, and once you start doing that, you can make more interesting and more complex stuff. Even if that story doesn't work out. Do you know how many things on sitting around on my computer that are complete and utter shit that I thought was decent because I made them back in elementary and middle school? They are shit, but I like them regardless because I know that if I had never written them down, I would have never gotten any better. And I wouldn't be a grammar nut, so potential double edged sword there.

Here's the thing, it doesn't matter if your ideas aren't 'original,' or you can't write for shit. Seriously, go look at my first story (that's on this site anyway; I will never let anyone see my writing from when I was in, like, 5th grade, that shit was nonsense on a stick and I don't think it ever got to 1000 words) and tell me that's original or good. I will correct you, I have the motherfucking evidence. Heck, even years from that trainwreck of a story, Hanburger has combat so heavily based around Dark Souls it's hardly even funny, and it started out as a Persona crossover, so they are high school children that get sucked into a grand adventure, presumably against a god assuming humanity wants to die or turn away from the truth of the world, or never break from societal order (...does that one count as spoilers?). I will say it again and again, it doesn't matter that your ideas aren't 'original,' it's what you do with those unoriginal ideas to make it stand out that count, otherwise FF would be a very boring place, now wouldn't it? I find that to be somewhat natural as ideas come and go, but it takes a while, trust me.
I was stuck thinking of that Persona crossover shit until I realized that then I would have to come up with way too many Personas, at which point I was forced into a new path, although it arguable turned out for the better, no? Keep your ideas restricted in that it has the same end, but I recommend allowing your characters flow as naturally as your brain allows them to in order to guide them gently get to the end, if at all possible. After a certain point, you can really get to know the characters, and their actions will sometimes occur without you having to think about it at all. Like, okay, there's the path, and I see the castle, but the forest sounds like it could yield something nice if I go over there, even if it's potentially more dangerous, Sure, let's-oh goddamn, that's a wolf! ...Get me? And even if you don't like whatever you've done, you can always go back and revise. Or, you know, a strict beta reader would ask what the fuck you think you're doing. That too, I think (I don't use betas, although I totally should, I'm just a shy child who wouldn't know how or who to request).

I can ramble on and on about this and how my stories have a bad tendency to follow something of a formula that, when you break it down, could potentially make you worried about me.

Oh, and I would also honestly (no, seriously) suggest writing something, no matter how stupid or inane, every day, because I've found that's even helped me spice up writing assignments in English, and when I look at my friend's, I can't help but see a particular lack of love because she doesn't have a writing style in the same way as what I've developed over the years, and it was simply going through motions... Of course, I did get a D in that class while she got a C, but what shoved me down to there was not related to my writing skills and it was analyzing the one poem I wasn't prepared to clash with, so to speak. My first writing assignment, meanwhile, put me a grade above her, and I think she was actually at a D while I was at an F at the time.

You know, I'd be willing to help you with your idea. It may sound lackluster to you, but I'm sure once I know more I could find some good potential in it. Maybe we could co-write on a Google Doc or something, haha.

Haha, game making, man, game making.
Uh, don't worry, I don't intend to ever fully 'disappear.' I at least need this account to keep talking to my friend Dove, anyway, and there is probably some amazing ideas to be taken from my conversations with Lkc, if nothing else.
Is what too much? Deciding to be my fan? Honestly, it's flattering in a way, because I have a borderline crippling fear of failing terribly.