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   There are not enough good men in this world, and yesterday the world lost another one. While he may not have stopped a war or changed the world in some way, he was still a good man, and that at least counts for something. Satoru Iwata was that man. Nintendo has been thought of as being behind the times for quite awhile, but Iwata helped lead the company to get caught up, even if they weren't leading the charge like Sony is. Despite being the CEO of a company and overseeing many projects at Nintendo, he still found the time to make appearances at conventions and do interviews and videos for Nintendo fans.

    It's those videos that are why I'm writing this. I know of the CEOs of other game companies, but Iwata was different. Iwata made sure to put himself where the fans could see him. Everyone knew he was the CEO, but in the interviews and Nintendo Directs he made he seemed more like he was like the rest of us. He was humble and kind to everyone, even when heavily criticized by detractors.

    It was because of those videos that Iwata seemed less like a corporate man in a suit and more like a personal friend. I know it sounds silly, but it felt like his videos weren't aimed at everyone, it felt like they were aimed at me. I don't mean that like I thought he was speaking only to me, I mean that as in the videos felt personal, like he was speaking to a group of friends instead of an online audience. He made sure to be involved in many of them, and even though Reggie Fils-Amie could have done them due to being a native English speaker, Iwata insisted on doing the videos himself. He even added in a little humor now and then, especially if he, Reggie, and Miyamoto were in the same room together.

    Iwata had the customers and fans on his mind every time he held a meeting or published a video. Even if it was obvious he was just spewing out the usual corporate PR, he still did so in a way that made it seem like he had the fans in mind. Sure, not lowering the prices of digital games is a bit of an annoyance, but he believed in the value of those games being worth more than just money, and that's a sentiment I have to agree with. He firmly believed that video games should be entertaining and fun for everyone.

    Iwata made sure to remain in the spotlight at Nintendo, which only makes the news ever so harder to take in. The industry will not be the same without Iwata, and neither will Nintendo. Gamers around the world will always have Iwata in our hearts, just like he had ours in his. We understand, Iwata.

A Good Man
Something I wrote in honor of Satoru Iwata, Nintendo's CEO who passed away yesterday.

    Kyle sat by himself in the bar. Just him and his drink. He came to this bar to try to forget his troubles, and it actually worked for a little while. He would always feel like shit in the morning, but at least he'd have a few hours of peace to help him sleep. He took another sip only to find his bottle was empty.

    “Great. Empty already.” He grumbled. He looked up to see if the bartender was busy only to realize the bartender had gone. Disgruntled, he looked around and to his surprised, the bar was empty except for one man with a suitcase sitting at the opposite end of the bar. Kyle looked around once more just to make sure the man was the only other person in the room. He shrugged, stood up, and walked over to the man.

    As he approached the man, he noticed the man was wearing a suit, and the suitcase was actually a violin case. Despite Kyle standing less than 6 feet away from him and clearly being the only other person in the bar, the man paid no attention to him. Kyle hesitated for a moment, but realized the man wasn't going to speak first.

    “When did everyone else leave?” Asked Kyle. “I could have sworn this place was packed a few minutes ago. The man ignored Kyle and checked his watch. Kyle furrowed his brow. “Excuse me, I asked you a question.”

    “Indeed you did.” Said the man, without making eye contact. Kyle took a step back, startled by the man's voice. The man's voice was calm but stern, but what caught Kyle off-guard was the fact that the man looked to be in his late 20's but the voice made him sound much older.

    “Um, well,” Kyle stuttered. “Could you at least answer it?”

    “Perhaps. But what would I get out of it?” Said the man, looking at Kyle. Kyle took another step back when he noticed the man's eyes. The man's eyes were a shade of red that Kyle never knew could be an eye color. It was almost as if fire burned behind those eyes. Kyle was beginning to become anxious around this man. Something about him didn't seem right.

    “Well, uh, you'd—um. You'd...” Kyle fumbled for the right words.

    “I'd get nothing, is that what you're saying?” Said the man.

    “I guess.”

    “You guess? Fascinating.” The man took a sip of his drink that Kyle only just noticed was there.

    “Look man, I've been through a lot of shit lately and I just wanted another drink before I left to go home. Can you please just give me a break?” Said Kyle, getting tired of the man.

    “What kind of shit?” Asked the man. It was then that Kyle realized the man hadn't changed his expression since Kyle approached him.

    “If I explain, will you answer my question?” Asked Kyle.

    “I suppose that would be a fine exchange. Please, sit down.” The man gestured to the other seat at the table. Kyle sighed and sat down. He began to explain what he'd gone through the past week.

     Last week, Kyle had realized his girlfriend wasn't the same person he had originally fallen for months ago. She had become lazy, selfish, and downright mean. He had noticed these changes prior to this revelation, but he had only then decided that he had had enough of her. Kyle explained this to his therapist and his therapist agreed that it was time to end things with his girlfriend.

    “What had she done to you?” Interrupted the man.

    “She stole money from me, insulted my friends and family, refused to clean up around the house, made fun of my job, and basically made my life a living hell.” Said Kyle.

    “Ah, I see. Please continue.”

    The next night, Kyle talked to his girlfriend about what he had spoken to his therapist about, and she became furious. She screamed at him and made up all these claims about things that he had done to her that were blatant lies, and began threatening to tell his friends and family what horrible things she claimed he did to her. Kyle tried to calm her down but she ignored him and stormed out of the house. He didn't sleep well that night.

    “Did she tell your friends and family?” Asked the man.

    “She did, and then some.” Replied Kyle.

    She did, in fact, tell his friends and family what he had supposedly done to her, and while his closest friends knew she was lying, his family and the rest of his friends totally believed her and began belittling him for being an awful boyfriend. That wasn't all she did, however. She also called his boss at his job and told all his co-workers the same things she told his friends and family, and when he came into work the next morning he was fired. When he came home, he discovered that most of his personal belongings were missing, including his valuables like his record player and the violin that his father gave him.

    He found out later that his girlfriend had sold most of his possessions and burned the rest. Kyle was beyond furious at this and immediately called the police. They arrived at his house only to arrest him for domestic abuse. He tried to tell them his girlfriend was making everything up and that she was the one who was hurting him, but they refused to listen.

    “And then what?” Asked the man.

    “Well...hold on, I...don't remember.” Said Kyle, scratching his head.

    “You don't remember?”

    “It's all just a blur for some reason.”

    “You were arrested and then ended up in this bar?” Asked the man.

    “I guess so.”

    “Tell me, what's the name of this bar?”

    “Oh that's easy, it''s...” Kyle paused. “I...don't know...”

    “Are you telling me you don't know the name of the bar that you are currently in?”

    “Hold on, it's coming to me...I think...” Kyle covered his face with his hands.

    “How did you get here?”

    “I don't know...”

    “What was the name of the drink you ordered?”

    “I don't know...”

    “What did the bartender look like?”

    “I don't fucking know!”

    “Well, then why are you here?”

    “I SAID I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!” Sreamed Kyle. He could feel his face burning bright red. He breathed heavily for a few seconds. “I don't know.” He said. He repeated that out loud, covering his face with his hands again.

    “Well Kyle, I think I'll answer your question now.” Said the man, unfazed by what Kyle had just done.

    “I don't care about...wait...” Kyle uncovered his face and looked at the man. “I never told you my name!” He yelled.

    “I promised to answer your question and I intend on keeping that promise. I will explain everything if you would just please calm down.” Kyle stared at the man.

    “Go on.”

    “Nobody is here because this is how you like it here.” Kyle raised his eyebrows.

    “You can't remember anything because you don't want to remember it.” The man stood up. “I could give you your memories back, but I don't think you'd want to know what transpired after you were arrested.” He walked over to Kyle and looked down at him. “Do you want to know?” Kyle looked around, and then looked at the man.

    “Am I dead?” He asked, tears welling up in his eyes.

    “If you have come to that conclusion, I don't think I need to answer that question.” Kyle covered his mouth with his hand, and squinted as tears rolled down his face. The man put his hand on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle wept.

    A few minutes later, Kyle stopped crying. He wiped the tears from his face. The man had taken his seat back and folded his hands, looking intently at Kyle.

    “How?” Asked Kyle, still wiping tears from his face.

    “How did you die?” Asked the man.

    “Yes.” Kyle's voice was emotionless.

    “You were so furious over what had happened that you fought with the police, and one of them accidentally shot you.” Said the man. Despite the words coming out of his mouth, the man's voice showed no sign of pity or sadness.

    “Figures.” Said Kyle. He looked away.

    “Kyle, the reason you are here is because I have a proposition for you.” Kyle didn't look back at him. “I can help you in one of two ways, but you have to be the one to choose.” Kyle remained silent.

    “I can either bring you back, exactly as you were before you died, but you will still have been arrested by the police and have to deal with the consequences of striking an officer. Or...” The man picked up the violin case and set it on the table, opening it up. “Or I can give you this, and you stay here.” Kyle looked at the violin case. It was the violin his father gave him. He looked at the man.

    “What do you choose?” He asked.

    As the man walked out of the bar, he stopped for a moment to listen to a beautiful song being played on violin.

The Choice
Another short story, this one's a little darker than what I normally write. Lemme know what you think!

11:45 PM - Paulisdead18: *aggressively plays the saxophone*

    “Looks like we're not robbing a mall after all.” Said Sean. Elena whined, disappointed. “These photographs seem to focus on a jewelry store located in the center of the mall.”

    “Interesting...” Said Lee. Sean looked up. Lee had the directions in his hands. “Apparently the mall's main power generator short-circuited and took out the auxiliary power. The mall's been closed for a few days for repairs. Sabotage from our client, no doubt.” Elena yawned.

    “Bo-oring.” She said.

    “There's more.” Said Lee. Sean and Elena looked at him attentively. “It turns out this jewelry store isn't a chain store but a local business that was allowed to move into the mall. According to our client, it's not exactly a legitimate business.”

    “Stolen jewelry?” Asked Sean. Lee nodded.

    “They buy stolen jewelry from the black market and even sometimes hire thieves to steal the jewelry for them, especially from funeral homes.” Said Lee.

    “So why is Bain interested in a local jewelry store?” Asked Sean.

    “Well, a relative of our client died recently, and she was wearing a necklace that was a family heirloom. When they held a funeral for her, the necklace was missing. Our client is asking us to retrive the necklace before it's sold and to steal as many other goods as possible, most likely to force them out of business.” Said Lee. Sean looked at one of the photographs and handed it to Lee.

    “That explains this one, then.” He said. Lee took it and looked at it. It was a beautiful necklace, and was definitely older than what most jewelry stores would be selling. Lee handed it back to Sean. Elena snatched it out of Sean's hands to get a good look at it. Sean grumbled, but let her look at it.

    “Oooh, pretty!” She said. “You sure we can't keep it?” Sean looked at her.

    “Since when do you like jewelry?” He asked her. She shrugged.

    “I'm a cat, I like shiny things.” She said. Sean and Lee looked at each other and shrugged.

    “Good morning! Wake the fuck up Sleeping Beauty!” shouted a young woman's voice. Sean lifted his head up and blinked. He stretched an arm out to angle his alarm clock so he could check the time. 7:30 AM. He sighed.

    “For the love of everything holy in this world,” he said calmly. “COULD YOU PLEASE FUCKING STOP WAKING ME UP THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING!” he said, not-so-calmly. He slowly got out of his bed, nearly tripping over junk on the floor. Gotta clean the room at some point, he thought. Gonna break my neck one of these days. He shuffled over to his closet door and looked in the mirror. Normally he'd ignore the iguana staring back at him, but for some reason he couldn't not look at the person in the mirror.

    It's been three months, he thought. Shit, I don't even recognize myself anymore. His light-green scales, normally shiny and colorful, have turned to a duller green. His face, long ago clean-shaven and young-looking, was now wrinkled and rugged. I've aged 10 years in three months, he thought. He was caught off-guard by the young woman's voice.

    “Hey shithead, you up yet? We got biz to take care of!” He shook his head. “Calm your tits, I'll be down in a moment!” he shouted. He looked back into the mirror, sighed, and then walked out of his room.

     Sean shuffled into the kitchen, scratching his back as he took in his surroundings. Still the same old kitchen he'd seen for the past 3 months. Never thought I'd miss seeing my mom's kitchen, he thought. I even miss the ugly wallpaper. The walls were a dull gray, with visible cracks and peeled paint here and there. This kitchen had some basic cooking appliances, but Sean hated using them. He'd always worry that they'd catch fire or blow up or something. In fact, he'd been surprised that it hadn't killed him yet. In the center of the room was a cheap round table and three chairs. Two of those chairs were occupied.

    “There you are!” Said the cat in the right chair. She was sipping coffee from a pink mug, clearly meant for children. “Honestly I was looking forward to thumping you to get you up but the less work I have to do the better.” She gave Sean a smile. Sean wasn't convinced of its sincerity.

    “Elena, please,” said the wolf in the left chair. “There's no need to treat Sean that way, he's done a lot for us.” His eyes never left the newspaper he was reading.

    “Lee, you don't need to defend me. I can stand up for myself.” Said Sean, shuffling over to the coffee maker. Lee didn't respond. He either wasn't listening or just didn't care. Sean could never tell. “Now what was this 'biz' you were yelling about?” Said Sean, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Elena slurped her coffee as loudly as she could.

    “Mmmm… I sure do love this brand of coffee” She said in a child's voice, ignoring Sean. Sean repeated his question, sounding a little more annoyed. “I said, what was this 'biz' you were yelling about?” Elena continued to ignore him.

    “Lee, why don't you pour yourself a cup of this? It's very tasty.” She said, caressing his forearm. Lee continued reading.

    “You ask me this every morning and I give you the same answer: I don't like coffee. And Sean asked you a question.” He said, without shifting his eyes away from his newspaper. Elena pulled her hand away and pouted.

    “You're no fun.” She said.

    “That's what my family tells me.” Said Lee. Sean sat down on the sole empty chair in the room.

    “Elena if you don't tell me what 'biz' we've got to take care of I'm going to make you wear this coffee.” Elena leaned over and looked at him in the eyes. She motioned for him to lean closer. Sean mumbled something to himself and obliged. Elena leaned close and whispered “It's a surprise” and then licked the side of his face. Sean immediately pulled away and wiped the side of his face as if it was splashed with acid. Elena leaned back and laughed to herself.

    “Damn it, Elena what the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled, using his shirt to wipe where she licked him.

    “Oh, I'd say just about everything.” She laughed some more.

    “Since Elena is too busy being herself to tell you, what this 'biz' is, as she so eloquently put it, is a new client.” Said Lee. For the first time since Sean entered the room, Lee looked up from his newspaper, directing his attention towards Sean. Elena folded her arms across her chest and pouted again.

    “Aww, Lee, why'd you have to ruin my fun?” She said. “Because the sooner he knows, the sooner we can prepare the job and get the money. You do want the money, right Elena?” He said, looking at Elena. “Well duh, why wouldn't I?”

    “Hold on, we have a new client?” Said Sean. Lee nodded. “He asked for us specifically.” Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Damn. Guess we've finally made a name for ourselves then.”

    “You might say we're 'popufur'.” Said Elena. Both Lee and Sean ignored her.

    “So what's this guy's name?” Asked Sean, taking a sip from his coffee. Lee folded his newspaper.

    “He calls himself 'Bain'. He heard about us from our previous client, Gus, and figured we'd be perfect for the job.” Said Lee.

    “And exactly what does he want us to do?”

    “Well, to put it simply he wants us to--”

    “Rob a mall!” Interjected Elena, cackling to herself. Sean closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Elena opened her mouth to speak but Lee glared at her and put a finger to his slips. Quiet. The three of them were silent for a minute. Sean opened his eyes.

    “How did he contact us?” He said.

    “Left a message on our phone.”

    “What are the details?”

    “He said to expect a package within the next four hours. This happened two hours ago so we still have time before the package arrives.” Sean finished his coffee.

    “And we're to begin the moment it arrives, I'm assuming.” Lee nodded.

     “Well then,” Said Sean, standing up from his chair. “Let's get ready.”

Fur Will Fly: Chapter 1
This is the first chapter of Fur Will Fly, my first attempt at a novel-sized story. I only wrote a little bit for the first chapter because this is basically just setting up what's to come, so the next chapter will most likely be much longer.
Not that anyone cares.

But seriously, I'm hoping to get back to catching up on here again. Dunno how active I'll be now, my interest in the site is waning.
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  • Listening to: "Weird Al" Yankovic
  • Watching: Classic Game Room
  • Playing: Ace Combat Assault Horizon: Enhanced Edition


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I'm a gaming enthusiast, and I've played many video games and know a lot about video games. Although I mostly play video games, I do also enjoy writing. I previously attempted to do a webcomic series that parodied other webcomics but became frustrated with my lack of drawing skills, and then tried other things on DA before I finally settled on creative writing. I try to update with a new poem, short story, or novel chapter every week if I don't forget or something else takes up my time.

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Thatguy3331 Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2015  Student
Thanks for the Favorites Icon 3D  Man!

Out of curiosity how have things been with you?
TheDreamVista Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2014  Student General Artist
Excuse me, I'm gonna hate you, nor unforgive you for befriending Gligar13Vids, but is there a reason why you're friends with him?
SpykeXD Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Because he's a pretty cool guy, he's tough and doesn't afraid of anything.

In all seriousness though, his YouTube videos are just troll videos. He doesn't take them seriously and it's clear you shouldn't either.
TheDreamVista Featured By Owner Edited May 28, 2015  Student General Artist
Sorry, I mean't to say I'm not gonna hate you nor unforgivable you.
SpykeXD Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
If it means anything, he and I are no longer friends. I got fed up with his bullshit and he started acting like a child when I called CoD casual.
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TheDreamVista Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2014  Student General Artist
Maybe I shouldn't. No wonder that he gets verbal abused a lot.
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