9 years part 3 update

So, for the last couple months I've been on and off working on part 3. It's getting there, but I feel like I need to take a break to focus on schoolwork and other projects. As much as it interests me to talk about my past, I've just got a little burned out by it all. I have deiced to officially put the series on hiatus, but don't worry, I'll still be making content and still be working on it sporadically, but don't expect it to come out until this summer. I know many of you were looking forward to this, and I'm sorry to let you down. I feel that it is my duty to you guys to put the most effort into my work, and I felt like I wasn't doing it justice by trying to rush it. I hope you all understand, and have a great day :)

Shadow Destiny part 2 tomorrow!

Tomorrow at 7:00est I will be concluding my reading of my shitty fan fiction Shadow Destiny, thanks for all that showed up tonight and to everyone else I hope to see you tomorrow! Get ready for even more edge!!!

Edit: moved to January 24 at 8est due to scheduling conflicts

One year on the blog: looking back and looking forward!

Man, I can't believe its been over a year since the blog started. It's been interesting, I must say. I never dreamed of reaching so many people in such a relatively short time-span, and the response to this has been overwhelmingly positive. I just want to say thank you to you all again, it really means a ton that you guys support me the way you do.

Now to some statistics. Last year we had approximate 10,402 views on the blog. For a small start-up blog, that's incredible! Our least viewed month was August 2017 with only 252 views, and our most viewed is November 2017 with a whopping 2,792! That's pretty great. My goal for 2018 is 15,000 views, let's see if we can do it (and if not I'll just refresh the page 15,000 times)!

The next item on the agenda is projects. In 2017 I experimented with some streaming, though due to my dorm's poor internet connection and reliability issues, I'm going to have to put those on hold unfortunately. Until I return home for the summer, there will likely not be any streams. 

The biggest ongoing project with the blog is, of course as you all know, 9 years a Pokemon. Part three has proven to be quite the undertaking, and for as much as I've gotten done of it, there's still so much more. Writing it also has the added difficulty of emotional baggage: as much as I get into a groove with getting stuff done I have to take a break from it just to save my own sanity. Rest assured, it is coming, slowly and surely.

Now on to some even more exciting stuff: Voice acting! Recently, Y Ddraig and I have been working on a warhammer lore video he's going to put up on his channel soon. I hope to do much more voice acting in the future, and am actively looking for projects to audition for. So, if you like that video (which I'll link here when it's up) and know someone who needs a voice actor, don't forget to mention me to 'em! I'd really appreciate it!

Last, but certainly not least, is my YouTube channel. Recently, I decided to gut it of all my old stuff I put on there from middle school and am currently working on several history themed videos for your guys' amusement. My first video will be called "Memes of World War 2" and will be coming out (hopfully) within the next month. Stay tuned for updates on that! Also, when 9 years part 3 is done, I'll re-release those old cringey videos of yesteryear just for fun and talk a little about how they fit into the story of my middle school life as a whole.

Ninja edit: I also wanted to assure everyone that the podcast is still going to go on, but due to issues with microphones and recording I don't know when. As far as I know, Pika still wants to do it, and I'll probably bring up a couple other people who might be interested (like sandshrew, Jolteon, Flareon, etc.) but I still want the initial one to be just Pika. 

All in all, I love you guys so much, I hope you had a happy new year and are ready to hit the ground running in 2018!

Letters from Pika

So, a while ago, Pika sent me this super cute letter. Pika, if you're reading this, thank you so much. You don't know how much it means to me to get something as awesome as this. I love you, my adorable attack kitty!

A fellow bro needs our help

Link to the gofundme:

https://www.gofundme.com/jt48f7-homeless-man-needs-help

Any help is appreciated, we all know how hard it is to be alone, that's why I made this blog in the first place. Let's show him he's not alone.

The tale of Perry

I realized in recent times I haven't really posted a greentext only on the blog, so I decided to tell you a great story I should have told you a long time ago: the tale of Perry.

>be me
>be working at grocery store summer job
>it's alright, most the customers are fine
>some are annoying as fuck
>and some are awesome
>Perry was type number 3
>Old war veteran, pushing 90
>Always wore a USS John F Kennedy hat
>He was missing a few teeth, so it was a bit hard to understand him
>but his humor was in tact
>we'd always joke about some of the more stuck-up people at the store
>met everyone with a salute
>Every day around 4 he'd come in
>And buy 2 salmon cakes
>Not crab cakes, mind you
>Salmon cakes
>He thought the crab cakes didn't have enough crab
>he was right.webm
> Is make sure to pick out the best one for him
>Usually that meant going to the back looking for a fresh box
>But honestly it was worth braving the freezer because he honestly made my day most of the time
>after I got him the goods, he usually gave me some pretty good green tea
>always said it's the reason he lived so long
>then he'd go off and talk to people in other departments
>he was pretty well known and liked around the store
>he'd talk to everyone
>just a friendly nice dude
>a breath of fresh air after getting yelled at all day by people who are mad they had to wait 2 minutes for some ground beef
>As summer came to a close, I decided to do something nice for him
>the salmon cakes came in frozen boxes of 48
>they keep pretty well frozen, so I hatch a plan
>talk to my seafood guy
>ask him for a whole box
>he's confused but thinks it's just for a party
>Now, for the next part to make sense, for the longest time, I thought his name was Harry
>I wrote a note thanking him
>Saying he made my day
>Included my phone number
>If you need anything call me!
>Wrote Harry on the front
>The next day
>Finishing up with a customer
>Perry comes up 
>Tell him I have something for him
>Give him the box of Salmon cakes
>His face lights up
>He thanks me a ton
>Tell him no problem
>Says it'll last him till Christmas
>Gives me two packets of tea this time
>He happily goes on his way
>And that was the end of it
>Ooor so I thought
>The next day, he shows up
>Hands me a bag and says
>I had to return the favor
>Pic Related
>Open it
>Find his card
>Read it
>OMG HIS NAME WAS PERRY
>Shit.jpg
>Realize I'm an idiot
>But looking at all the kind things he wrote
>I don't think he cared
>Gave me a Marx brothers CD collection
>Wished me well in college
>Honestly one of the nicest things anyone has done for me

The Grand Prix Imgur link

Here is an imgur link to the new story if you guys didn't see it already

Imgur link to 9 years a Pokémon part 2

here is the Imgur link to 9 years part 2, enjoy!

9 years part 1

Here is the imgur link to part 1, sorry that part 2 is taking so long!

9 years part 1

And here is the discord link for those that haven't joined but want to

Discord!

9 years a Pokémon sneak peek (release on 7/6/17)

It's almost done! After writing furiously, I am almost done with my second longtext, longer than my first one. I'll throw it up on r9k on July 6, the day before the one year anniversary of Ghastly's death. Theexact time is tba. Here's a sneak preview of my fifth grade birthday party and one of the character bios. Enjoy!


I don't know exactly when I met Flareon. Kindergarten was so long ago, my memory gets hazy. I just know we were inseparable. We both loved Star Wars, and some of my best memories are of him and I playing battle front 2 and Blazing Angels. We would play Star Wars and other games on the playground. I loved being Mace Windu, and he was always obi wan. Two Jedi, fighting the forces of evil on the jungle gym, thwarting the empire's advance on the slide. 

Our parents also hit it off. Margaritaville played constantly at my house when Flareon's  parents were over, with margaritas to boot. 

>My fifth grade birthday party was going to be a doozy. 

>The plan was to invite every boy in my grade, all 28 of them, to a massive pool party. 

>First we'd play airsoft, then we'd go to the pool. 

>Greatplan.webm

>Maybe this will turn my fate around. 

>The party was going to be so huge, people would talk about it for ages.

>Flareon's mom and my mom were going to chaperone. 

>The day came 

>on the car ride home I was visibly anxious. >get home

>to my surprise a couple of the kids were already there. 

>all suited up with automatic guns and high tech, co2 powered, all metal sniper rifles.

>press f to cower in fear

>picked up my small spring powered sniper rifle, my Walmart smg and started to fill up on pellets. >

Me being the birthday boy, I got to be a captain along with Pidgey. 

>We chose teams. 

>Time for war

>From the first shots it was utter chaos. >Pellets flying everywhere, people huddled together behind wooden barricades, men in masks peeking out from the bushes to fire at anything that moved.

 >I quickly took up a position at the porch. >My sister comes creeping around the corner

>Shoot her in the back

 >She wanders back to base

 >defeated. 

>Surprisingly they aren't targeting me like I thought they would

>like they had before. I tried to peek around a corner of a hedge

>SNAP! 

>I'm hit, leaving a rosy welt on the back of my hand. 

>MAN DOWN MAN DOWN

>I put my hands up and go back to base. 

>On the way back, some of the boys thought it would be fun to shoot at a defeated me. 

>They nailed me in the chest. 

>Out of breath, I scream for them to stop

, >they have a good laugh and finally comply. 

>Perhaps things won't change after all. 

>I make my way back to that same position. 

>"5minutes!" My mom calls. 

>I'm still sitting in my bush when I hear screaming from my right. 

>It's Mankey. 

>He's trapped behind a barricade, under heavy fire.

> It was so intense, I thought it was going to collapse. 

>He was trying to fire back, but if he poked out he would be hit. 

>He tried to surrender and go back to base, >everyone just kept laughing and shooting. 

>Tears welled up in his eyes.

> I felt conflicted. 

>Here was the man who tortured me for years crying out in desperation

>in a situation in which he would surely have mocked me for crying if I were in

> yet I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. 

>Finally my mom called time and the shooting stopped. 

>Mankey crawled out and tried to act as manly as possible. 

>Next up was the pool. 

>Zubat was one of the first ones in, jumping in enthusiastically

>His face of joy soon turned to terror when in midair he realized his phone was in his pocket. 

>dumbass

>He landed and sprinted back out, desperate for some rice.

> Sadly it was not enough, and the phone died at the scene. 

>Press f to pay respects

>The two moms were breathing down our necks 

>explained the rules 

>only Flareon and I would listen to them

> We found a ball, and decided to play keep away. 

>Maybe they'll let me have it, since it was my party after all.

>I hold my hands up, waving desperately for the ball. 

>It soared over my head

>before I could catch it, koffing

grabbed it from over me. 

>As usual, I was the monkey in the middle. >Again, it got crazy really quick.

> Dunking people under water

> punching

> kicking 

>throwing 

>all used to fight for control of the ball. >Being as scrawny as I was, I couldn't compete. 

>Quickly, I was relegated to watching the game rather than participating. 

>Even at my own birthday party

> I was on the sidelines. 

>My mom decided it was getting too rough, >broke up the game. 

>We had cake, 

>sat around 

>talked. 

>Just like at the lunch table

>conversation skipped around between mocking me, Flareon, or someone else. 

>The party quickly ended 

>I had a bad taste in my mouth

> For as much as I wanted things to change

>I knew deep down they would stay the same

Ghosts of the past

I saw your mom today. She always seemed happy, same with you das, but ever since the accident there has been this somberness about them. I talked to her about graduation and college, I'm sorry you didn't get to experience that. I can't believe I haven't talked to you in a year. I should have played cards with you last time, I'm sorry. Im so sorry for not giving you your shirts back, I'm sorry for being selfish. Goddamn it I iced you man! I miss your handshake and smile. Why? Why did you have to cross then? Two more seconds could have meant 40 more years. You were the embodiment of everything good in the world, and with your passing that has died in me too. I saw an f4u by your grave. I wish I could nerd out with you about planes, about history. Hell, even about Star Wars like the good old times. I miss you, and our drifting apart hurts me all the more. Maybe one day I'll finally do it, I'll finally tie that noose and join you. Until then, I'll work, and I'll try not to let the sadness through. We all loved you, my friend.

I posted that letter about ghastly on /r9k/ last night in a letter writing thread. I was just so overcome with emotion, as the last time I saw him was a year ago today. His mom was at my graduation party, and we talked. She seemed sad yet very loving twords me. It's like I'm one of the last parts of her son. Her son that never got to graduate, go to college, and live life. I'm sorry ghastly.... I really really sorry

A conversation with a Co-Worker

>Be me
>Work at supermarket
>Closing time
>No one is around
>Store is empty
>Closing down the meat department
>Already cleaned all my stuff up
>Meat cutter is closing with me
>Let's call him Paras
>Paras is a dude in his 50s
>Kinda crazy
>Really fun guy to work with
>Sometimes decides to juggle balls of meat
>Very casual, go with the flow kinda guy
>Apparently a huge drug dealer back in the day
>Retired
>He returned to meat cutting because it "called to him"
>Decide to ask him if he wanted to be a meat cutter as a kid
>"No, but I already lived my childhood dream"
>I ask him what that was about
>Paras said it was to play baseball
>Apparently he played baseball for the Padres for a couple of years
>Used meat cutting to help pay for his expences
>He was mostly on the practice team, but still did some stuff
>Quit when his kids were born
>He started talking about his wife
>His highschool sweetheart
>Married for 20 years
>He goes silent
>He starts talking about one of his kids
>She was born with spina bifida and cerebral palsy 
>I glace at him for a moment
>I can see the pain in his eyes
>I almost ask him if she's doing ok, but he answers that for me
>"She died when she was 9" paras says solemnly
>Silence
>"I guess I really never got over it"
>Think back to Ghastly
>Tell him most people never get over the death of a loved one
>Tell him about Ghastly and his affect on me
>He understands
>We know each other's pain
>The pain of loss only death can provide
>Want to lighten up the topic
>Talk to him more about his wife
>He goes quiet again
>"I walked in on her cheating on me" 
>This man's highschool sweetheart of 20 years
>Cheats on him in front of his eyes
>Gets pregnant
>Paras said he walked out after that
>His other kids understand
>Divorce happens
>That was 9 years ago
>After a couple years of retirement he comes back to meat cutting
>A couple years later I meet him
>His story hit me hard
>This man, living the time of his life
>Living the dream
>Playing baseball
>Having the girl he loved
>Having a wonderful family
>Crushed by reality
>Yet he continues to smile and joke around
>It all makes sense now
>Paras is the sad clown
>Always trying to make people laugh
>So one day, he can forget the pain
>We close up
>We walk out
>The next day he's back to his usual self
>Jolly, always cracking jokes
>But I see the cracks
>I can never unsee the cracks

Echoes of the past

March 31 is truly a bittersweet day for me. "Why?", you ask? Well shut the  fuck up and I'll tell you why! You see kids, three years ago, on march 31 2014, clone wars adventures shut down. "What the hell is that?" "Why is that important?" "Are you a faggot?", you cry, to which I reply STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS!

Now, where was I? Oh yes, clone wars adventures (or cwa for short) was an MMO game in which you got to play with characters from the tv show of the same name. I used to play that game religiously as a child, I had a lifetime membership, had bought almost every single item in game, and had over 10000 friends. I remember showing people my rare droids and items, it felt amazing. It really got me interested in gaming. Of course, it was really one of the only things that got me through all the harassment and bullying at school. In real life I was a loser, in game I was Dex Extra! Leader of the E.C.G. Crime fighter and all around bad ass! I actually wrote a lot of fiction around my character and posted it online. I still look back and laugh at what a Mary Sue Dex was, and how shitty my writing was. Granted, CWA had its faults, but I was heartbroken when it was shut down. It was what got me through the day half the time. All those boy-scout camp outs of just doing dishes because everyone else forced me to, all those times when people would abuse me, it was all worth it because later I could get on and play CWA.

Clone wars adventures had its faults, it was a rather generic MMO, but to me, it will always and forever be my favorite game.

P.s., if anyone has played this game, or know someone who has, or known me in this game, or, hell, even had a similar experice with a game, I would love to get into a Skype call and shoot the shit. I always love hearing people's stories, and I believe everyone should have someone to listen to theirs.

Fanfiction

So, the other day a couple of friends of mine were shooting the shit in color guard class, and we got to joking about me writing erotic fan fiction about them. This of course devolved into me actually going through with it on their request, so I decided to change their names (to pokemon of course) and post it up here. (And yes, that is the same Raichu from the greentext)

Obviously, very NSFW

I would like to start with a prayer for our souls so we do not burn in the fires of hell  

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen 

And now, I tell a tale of gratuitous sex and smut. May God have mercy on us.... 

It was a thick, sticky, sweltering summer day at Meowth's house. She fanned herself to try to keep cool. The air conditioner had been broken for weeks and no one could seem to be able to fix it. "Ug, it's so damn hot in here," Eevee said, taking off her shirt to try to remain cool. "I know, I told my mom to find someone to fix it but she said she already did," Meowth responded, already out of her clothes. It was normal for the two friends to be in their undergarments around each other, yet there was an odd tension in the air neither of them could quite put their fingers on. Eevee plopped down next to her scantily clad friend as Meowth browsed snapchat. She peered over Meowth's shoulder to see whom the girl was stalking at that moment. Pictures rolled past like slideshows; people out with friends, fluffy kittens, stupid inane memes all flashed before their eyes. But one image seemed to be burned in both their memories. "Hang on," Eevee pleaded, "Go back to Raichu's story." Meowth frantically scrolled back, knowing full well why her friend was so enamored by this particular story. She finally opened it, and on it was only one picture: a scantily clad girl dressed in a cat costume. The duo both gazed in lust at the photo as the timer ticked down, before finally disappearing. "Go back again," Eevee demanded. This time, the two decided to screenshot the photo, even though they knew their  friend would soon find out about their scandalous deed. "She looks cute," Meowth purred. "More than cute," Eevee sighed. An awkward silence had befallen the friends as they stared starry eyed at their slutty little cat girl (Oh dear God I just vomited, but the show must go on!).  After a solid minute or so admiring the Asian's shapely body, Meowth suddenly noticed Eevee's breasts dangling behind her head. She was jealous of the redhead's natural size, yet she wished to do more with them than just use them as a pillow. She felt her head sink into the flesh, as Eevee's bra became more and more uncomfortable to wear. "Hey Meowth," Eevee said quietly. "What?" Meowth cooed. "You know how we always joke about being lesbians?" 

"Yeah" 

"I don't know, right now I just feel-" 

Eevee needed not say anything more. Meowth gazed into her deep blue eyes and unhooked her bra. Eevee's bosom spilled out, no longer caged by the undergarment. Meowth lustfully and playfully tweaked her nipple, which elicited a squeak from Eevee. Eevee could feel the heat in the room rising, but this heat didn't come from some faulty air conditioner. It was a burning, a gnawing in her loins, a need for satisfaction. Ferociously she tackled her friend, ripping off all her clothes. Meowth tried to scream, but all that came out was a sexual moan. Eevee slammed her lips into Meowth's face, and began to stick her tongue down her throat. Meowth felt choked, dominated, yet somehow she felt this was right. As Eevee's tongue trickled down Meowth's throat, Meowth's hand began to probe... other regions of her body. She felt her slit moisten as she let hand slip southward (I'm cringing so hard.... I'm so sorry). Meowth felt a welling, a building up in her very soul, begging for release. Eevee was feeling a similar yearning as she smothered her partner with her tongue. The two moaned in unison as they approached the tipping point. They could feel the heat  that eliminated from each other's bodies. They both cried out in a sudden burst of passion as they came with a noise so powerful it shook the room. The duo lay in a stupor for the next few moments, confused about the nature of this encounter, and suddenly remembering they were both in committed relationships.  

"Never talk abou-" 

"Agreed" 

And they both fell asleep in a blissful haze. 

THERE YOU HAPPY I DID IT!! I WANT TO DIE  

There, I got that off my chest. I'm now going to take a shower, curl up into a ball, and cry.  

P.s. EEvee's boyfriend or Meowth's boyfriend, if you're reading this, trust me, it was more awkward to write it. I apologize and will be waiting behind the school dumpster to receive my beating I deserve.