Kancolle replay player
It was a major step down from last life's boat trip, but then again life-number-two had abruptly ended just as it was getting good (read: comprehensible) because of the cruise ship abruptly buckling on top of me, so truth be told this one was probably safer. A few oil-slick-black containers rested on top. The small, wooden raft was made of strangely-pale wood. One other thing existed that my lives agreed on, though- I really needed to figure out my first step in keeping that promise, namely figuring out what the hell I was supposed to be eating and drinking, and what the hell I'd be doing for shelter tonight.
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It was a promise I knew I'd be doing my best to keep.
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The dark, silent ocean did not respond, but something in my heart did. "I promise not to die until I'm a hundred," I declared, my voice resonating strangely. I clenched my fist- steel fingers scraped strangely against each other. So… I'd just have to do better this time. Never falling in love, never having a dog or a cat, never owning my own house or my own car… Both passed on far too young, though, so both could agree on at least one thing… I hadn't exactly gotten very far in either of them. My two lives only vaguely intersect- one an addled, sheltered young girl from a rich family, the other a life mostly alternating between video games and learning for twenty-odd years. Thus ended my second life- though I'd spent most of that in a confused haze, my feeble child-brain apparently unable to handle the additional data that had been dumped into it.Īs of today, apparently, I was either no longer dead or had gained sufficient competence at being dead to no longer be particularly inconvenienced by it.Īpart from the slight matter of having woken up floating on a tiny raft in the middle of an oil-slick black ocean, with ominous towers of smoke and stragely-blue storms in the distance, at least. Please let me know if you have any critiques, and if not, enjoy the fic!Ībout fourteen years ago, I died, give or take some time and relative dimensions. Now I must continue the cycle by providing the reads myself.
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More direct inspiration was taken from Captain On Deck and its sequel Anchors Aweigh, which are both thoroughly good fics with very interesting worldbuilding that I can't recommend enough if you haven't stumbled onto them yet, as well as Red October, which (though to be left unfinished) is another very good read that introduced me both to the idea of a cross with From The Depths and reintroduced me to the game itself after buying it and then abandoning it after one try.Īnyway yes, SB kancolle fics gud and now I have been assimilated.
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Salvage, Sarcasm and Submarines and All Wo-rk And No Play are particularly notable for their activity keeping my interest in KanColle alive long enough to write something I was satisfied enough with to post. This is inspired by a few fics in particular. I have been reading far too many Kancolle SIs, and writing too many failed first chapters for this particular one, but I think this one strikes a nice balance- well-defined motivations and investments for the SI, and an amount of melancholy that's satisfying to write without blocking off more lighthearted future chapters.