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Well, this was started a month ago, and I just couldn't get satisfied with it. It was longer, but I kept messing with it and before I destroy it, I'm publishing it. This actually hurt my brain. (Hence the name.) I think it had something to do with how I approach making melodies, the pattern just kept looping and confusing me. It all started sounding the same. I've listened to this so many times I hear it in my sleep. XD Mysterious sounding, maybe could go for a game like Ib or something. I hope everyone's having a nice day!
( Story pitch, that started back on the first week of February.) " A world, hanbano, with a moon large enough to block the sun for decades. Over time, the world adjusted to it's darkness, It turned into a land of sand and sea. With the only light of starworms, a water dwelling bug with bioluminescence. Umber, grew up with her aunt, Umi, she never knew what happened to her parents or why it's so dark, but she did know she liked to invent. She made a light, a reliable one. 'Glow-Co', A company built for harvesting the bugs, heard of her invention and tired to buy it, to destroy it. Umber seen through their plan and refused. Umi wanted the money and tired to go behind Umber's back. When Umber realized their was no one to turn to, she fled. Pax, An orphan child part of the 'Off ones' merchant group found Umber and her invention. After hearing her story, he decided to do what he does best, trade. Pax knew a lot about the world and agreed to trade knowledge. How to build, for the world's history." ( I hope everyone's having a great day.)
I just need to see if this sounds as cool as it does in the editor. I messed up the spacing towards the end, and when I fixed it I decided it sounded better messed up! ( I"m not 100% happy with the very end.) I kind of picture a fight scene. " You're an adventurer and you fall down into a cave that holds a dragon/lizard creature. At first you think this will be an easy battle. Once you hit the creature it turns into a far stronger opponent!" You know, one of those evil tricks games like to pull. I hope everyone is having a nice day!
Anybody up for a ran- er... story! Story, yeah, story. ( I'll keep it brief.) I have two computers, one's about 8 years old, the others maybe 2. The 2 year one is where I keep most of my games and Vocaloids. It deleted ALL my V2 and V3 voice banks along with the program it's self. My V5's are fine. Tried to play Shadow Of The Tomb Raider and it had a hard time running. Even on low graphics. (My computer should be able to handle it.) Long story short, it had a virus. I lost Everything I was working on Vocaloid related, and would have never found out if it wasn't for that game. I had about 23 voices and maybe 17 projects. Why I mention this? I need practice tuning and this melody will be put in Vocaloid editor. With some simple lyrics. But I couldn't do that until now! (Sorry about the rant) I hope everyone's having a good day!
(Continuation of Dreaming Takes Courage) " You peer down the stairs, partly out of curiosity and horror. What are you going to find in a secret basement? Your curiosity beats all your logic saying to go back to bed. You didn't bring a light, yet, somehow you don't seem to mind. You make your way down the stairs clinging to the wall as you go. Towards the bottom you bump, what turned out to be, a light switch. The room fills with fairly dim light. You see a small room, with more bottles hanging from the ceiling, and a small desk with newspapers all around it. A lone glass bottle sits on the desk, With a note. This one, unlike all the other bottles, has no opening. You pull the rock from your pocket. 'Guess this will be handy after all.' You say to yourself. You smash the bottle open and retrieve the note. The ink is smudged in some places:" "My Dear, ≯҉̴̕>̡͜҉͏̨'̶̵͟-̕͝=́͞͡;̷͞[̨͘͠'̸̸̵̕,͡͏̵̢͠/̶͟҉͜/̸̸̸̛͝ I think we all know what has happened if you're reading this. Your =̶͟͞[̷̸̛̕͠.̶́̕͘/̸͘͏.̶͘*͏̷̶%̀̕͠ Brought you to me when you were quite young, I hope you remember me still. They said your condition would do better out here, away from the city. You Cried when -̡̧̕͟͞=̴̡[͢͠.̸̴́͜/̴̢͞#̸̷́͟͠^̵̢͘͞.̧͝͝'̵̢͟͡;҉̸͝/̴̡͏͢͡ left you here with me. -̡̧̕͟͞=̴̡[͢͠.̸̴́͜/̴̢͞#̸̷́͟͠^̵̢͘͞.̧͝͝'̵̢͟͡;҉̸͝/̴̡͏͢͡ was a journalist at the time, cutting out there headlines was the only thing you liked. Other than the window seat and the clock. =̶͟͞[̷̸̛̕͠.̶́̕͘/̸͘͏.̶͘*͏̷̶%̀̕͠ wanted to send you to a boarding school. I said it was too soon, you weren't better yet. They didn't care. -̡̧̕͟͞=̴̡[͢͠.̸̴́͜/̴̢͞#̸̷́͟͠^̵̢͘͞.̧͝͝'̵̢͟͡;҉̸͝/̴̡͏͢͡ took you away from me later that year. I knew it would come back. This house has been in our family for 7 generations. It is your's now. Take time to heal my little ≯҉̴̕>̡͜҉͏̨'̶̵͟-̕͝=́͞͡;̷͞[̨͘͠'̸̸̵̕,͡͏̵̢͠/̶͟҉͜/̸̸̸̛͝ ." "You finish reading and start to cry. You remember them. You remember them well. They cared, and still care about you more than anyone else you know. Even in death. They care."