Found this three year old thing on a HDD kicking around. Not sure what the hell to do with it.
I think I killed it when it became clear Shinji and 40k was doing a similar thing I wanted to do... but doing it much larger. That's about all I could find, but there was a hell of a lot more done.
So what do you think?
Should it be ressurected, or left to gather bit-dust?
Boredom was the mind killer. Boredom was the little death that brought total oblivion. Boredom was sixty years old, balding, and rattling on about the socio-economic consequences of the Second Impact, and how it meant the young generation would never know such hardships again, and how they should all be grateful to their elders for suffering through it all so that they themselves could live to lay back on their assess all day like children.
Asuka was tapping out messages on her laptop beside him, the Bavarian beauty paying about as much attention to Shinji, as she was to teacher.?
ôPrime Minister Blackadder of the short lived Republic of England...ö
The boy looked to the clock in the yard. It was that worst part of the day, that evil time exactly in between lunch and home, that moment on a Monday afternoon when the security of an entry plug, and the warm bellyfeel goodness of lunch seemed as distant as the English city of Sheffield.
ôEuropean armed forces reached Sheffield by January, where the...ö
Rei was asleep. Either that, or the girl was staring out the window, thinking whatever thoughts Rei wanted the think. Shinji thought about her for a moment, and thought about the thoughts he thought she would have. He was thinking that she might have been thinking about the birds. He wondered if she wondered what the birds wondered. Then realised that perhaps, Rei's thoughts might be more alien to him than he ever thought possible.
It wasn't exactly a new realisation. In fact, it was the same one he came to every Monday afternoon at about this time.
The boy checked the clock again.
Hmm, he was five minutes early today, even with the he thought Rei thought bird thought thing that he'd spend ten minutes thinking up. Maybe he should think about something else for a change to think about something else for a change?
ôThe conference on Pianosa island was interrupted by a sudden bomb run by a mess officer...ö
Titters floated between the two Americans at the back, while Asuka scoffed quietly at their stupidity. Must've been an English language in-joke for them thought Shinji. Nut's to 'em, they could have it. As much as he wanted to be a part of it, he didn't want to be a part of it.
ôBut everyone had a share, that was how the syndicate worked. General Scheisskopf...ö
It was Asuka's turn to snigger, an odd grin spreading across her lips, before she buried her head in her own folded arms and began to shake. There was something she was finding funny alright. Asuka was always calling him Dumbkoff, or something like that, and she did say 'shise' a lot. Usually when? bare toe met door corner at three in the morning.
Shinji wondered just what it meant, and why she found it so funny that there had been a General Scheisskopf on Pianosa island?
Yeah...he was bored.
Bored enough that he found his thoughts drifting to Sunday morning television. Not something the boy usually thought about, but he'd been up that early cooking breakfast. Shinji liked to cook, it was soothing and comfortable in a way piloting a thirty story killing machine in battle against horrible alien monsters wasn't.
ôOf course there was a catch. A sane man would still have his sense of preservation. Therefore, nobody who asks to be dismissed from duty due to insanity could be truly insane. And therefore, they were fit for duty,ö
What struck him about this show, was how completely unrealistic it was. He almost found himself scoffing at that. As if piloting a giant robot was like that. Nobody was like that in real life, well...he glanced to the German girl beside him... maybe one or two. The image formed in his mind of himself, standing there before the Third Angel aboard Unit 01, with a blazing drill in his arms.
If only real life was like that, he thought, or perhaps more accurately, lamented. If only he could be like that. Courage and honour, guts and effort, like a real man, instead of white shirt wearing future salaryman Shinji.
Who the fuck do you think I am? BLAM! Screeeeee, BOOM and the Third Angel was lying in pieces by his purple armoured feet. And that Yoko Ritona in his arms. Even if that meant he had ten minutes to live.
ôThis was Catch 22, a really good book by Joseph Heller, which just goes to show how much attention you were all paying to me.ö
The whole class paid attention. Thirty heads creaking upwards to see what was happening. This lasted for about three seconds. Then the whole lot returned to doing the exact same things they had been doing four seconds earlier.
ôWhy do I even bother?ö the Sensei sighed, before returning to his droning lecture.
It was then that Shinji got his idea. It was a strange one, but an interesting one nonetheless. It took root and grew, slowly growing upwards while the teacher described the aid fuelled growth of the post Impact Japanese economy.? Even if? all it amounted to was a fresh coat of paint, and cities built of concrete lego, using European technology and Indian labour, all powered by American dollars.
The boy placed his fingers on the keypad.
ikarishinji@class2a22: quicknote drill_my_soul.txt
It took more than a few seconds for the editor to open. Every student in Japan had a learning-laptop, the Government boasted internationally. It didn't matter that most of those had cost less than a thousand yen, and where about ten years out of date.?
ôAnd so, the United States flag, with it's high petrochemical content, became a stable fuel for most of the middle east. Of course, this was shortly after all other native stable sources of fuel had mysteriously exploded.ö the teacher trundled on.
It was then, that Shinji began to type...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Making Breakthrough of My Soul.
By. Ikari74
Disclaimer.
Me no own, so please don't sue.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Death, I never found it scary until I faced it. My death had the square eyed face of a Honda Civic. It was funny. I flew through the air I found for the first time I wanted life. Faced with death, impending and immediate, I wanted to live. I wanted to take one more breath, desperately. I wanted it more than I wanted anything I'd ever wanted before in my short life.
I guess I got it then.
Spiral Power can do strange things.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I woke to the smell of stone. My body hurt. A hundred aches demanded my attention. My arms, my bum, my legs and my head.
ôHoy, hoy, are you alive under there,ö a voice said. A womans voice.
ôAsuka,ö I mumbled, slowly cracking my eyes open.
ôWho?ö
I saw fire. Hell? No! It was printed on something, some fabric. Coming into focus, I saw it was rounded, cupping two hanging mounds of soft tanned flesh, a dark, deep valley between them. I gulped.
ôSorry!ö I yelped, a natural reflection.
I looked up, past smooth tanned skin, to a beaming face framed by pure red hair. Not the normal orangey-red, but a proper fire-engine red. She looked strangely like that red-haired girl from that Sunday morning TV show....
ôYoko, Yoko from Ritona,ö she smiled at me, ôAnd you are?ö
I gulped...Yoko Ritona? The Yoko Ritona? I'd seen some good cosplay jobs in my time, but they tended to be a little flat and uninspiring up close. She is was Yoko Ritona in all her bouncy buxom glory. I cringed and blushed, a stammered apology lodging in my throat.
She was going to think I'm a pervert. She's going to think I'm a pervert! She's going to hit me. That's what all red-heads do I thought sullenly.
ôWell, I've introduced myself...ö
ôSorry, I blurted,ö
ôWell that's a bit of a funny name,ö
ôUm...ö I swallowed my lump. I am so pathetic sometimes. ô Ikari Shinjiö
ôSo, this was the Ikari village then?öshe questioned.
I blinked, and looked around at the smouldering ruins around me. Sunlight filtered in sharp lines through a ceiling above me. Darkness shrouded a hundred other broken and blocky shapes. A sudden feeling of terror crept over my skin.
ôWhere am I?ö I asked, my voice small.
ôYou're village of course... Ikari village,ö she questioned with confusion on her face. ôThis was called Ikari village?ö
ôI'm from Tokyo-3,ö I corrected, confused.
Why was it so dark? What smelled like concrete dust? Where was my friend?
ôWhat...what just happendd?ö
ôYour village was destroyed by beastmen, you're the last survivor,ö
I looked around. Village, beastmen, breasts. Underground, a strange shaped drill at my booted feet. I was dressed in dirty, torn green trousers and a yellow t-shirt. What happened to my white office shirt and black trousers?
Confused, I looked up at the would be Yoko Ritona, behind her, a boy my age walked up, wearing a blue coat and goggles riding up on his dirty hair.
ôSimoun, we found someone alive down here,ö Yoko said.
Simoun? The Driller? Then that settled it. Somehow, there was no doubt now. I'd found myselfs in the world of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan.
I fainted.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Shinji felt strangely refreshed as as he stood on the tunnel-train down to NERV. He wasn't sure quite why, but he felt good about himself. He pondered Shinji Ikari, lone survivor's future fate on a future earth. He wondered how strong he would be himself when faced with Kamina. He found himself strangely excited at meeting mister awesome himself.
Unless this was after Episode eight.
When was he going to set the story then?
What would Kamina think if he ever met me?
What would Kamina think if he ever met Unit 01?
The differences between reality and animÚ.
Being a mecha pilot was every boys dream. It was a dream they were lucky they never achieved, he thought. Just sit in the seat and go.. how ridiculous? He sat through hours of training, testing, physical exams, mental profiling and mind numbing boredom, all for the sake of 10 minutes of sheer terror every 4 weeks or so.
It was hard bloody work being a 'children'.
ôSo Shinji,ö Asuka showed her German side, intruding on his personal space, ôWhat were you typing in class today?ö
The boy popped one of the headphones out of his ear, feeling a quick flash of panic as he wondered how he was going to explain it. He decided not to bother. There was one thing that would always deflect her.
ôSomething for Kensuke.ö he said. ôNothing important,ö
Sorhyu placed her hands on her hips, standing over him, ôIf you just don't want to talk to me, then say so, God you're so annoying,ö She stuck her nose up in the usual way, as if she couldn't stand the smell of him.
The boy placed the little speaker back in his ear, and returned to his music. It wasn't like she smelled any better... spending several hours sitting in LCL tended to leave on smelling like a slaughterhouse, even after an industrial shower.
Shinji sighed.
And thought about what he'd written early in the day. Why did he do it?
Asuka was tapping out messages on her laptop beside him, the Bavarian beauty paying about as much attention to Shinji, as she was to teacher.?
ôPrime Minister Blackadder of the short lived Republic of England...ö
The boy looked to the clock in the yard. It was that worst part of the day, that evil time exactly in between lunch and home, that moment on a Monday afternoon when the security of an entry plug, and the warm bellyfeel goodness of lunch seemed as distant as the English city of Sheffield.
ôEuropean armed forces reached Sheffield by January, where the...ö
Rei was asleep. Either that, or the girl was staring out the window, thinking whatever thoughts Rei wanted the think. Shinji thought about her for a moment, and thought about the thoughts he thought she would have. He was thinking that she might have been thinking about the birds. He wondered if she wondered what the birds wondered. Then realised that perhaps, Rei's thoughts might be more alien to him than he ever thought possible.
It wasn't exactly a new realisation. In fact, it was the same one he came to every Monday afternoon at about this time.
The boy checked the clock again.
Hmm, he was five minutes early today, even with the he thought Rei thought bird thought thing that he'd spend ten minutes thinking up. Maybe he should think about something else for a change to think about something else for a change?
ôThe conference on Pianosa island was interrupted by a sudden bomb run by a mess officer...ö
Titters floated between the two Americans at the back, while Asuka scoffed quietly at their stupidity. Must've been an English language in-joke for them thought Shinji. Nut's to 'em, they could have it. As much as he wanted to be a part of it, he didn't want to be a part of it.
ôBut everyone had a share, that was how the syndicate worked. General Scheisskopf...ö
It was Asuka's turn to snigger, an odd grin spreading across her lips, before she buried her head in her own folded arms and began to shake. There was something she was finding funny alright. Asuka was always calling him Dumbkoff, or something like that, and she did say 'shise' a lot. Usually when? bare toe met door corner at three in the morning.
Shinji wondered just what it meant, and why she found it so funny that there had been a General Scheisskopf on Pianosa island?
Yeah...he was bored.
Bored enough that he found his thoughts drifting to Sunday morning television. Not something the boy usually thought about, but he'd been up that early cooking breakfast. Shinji liked to cook, it was soothing and comfortable in a way piloting a thirty story killing machine in battle against horrible alien monsters wasn't.
ôOf course there was a catch. A sane man would still have his sense of preservation. Therefore, nobody who asks to be dismissed from duty due to insanity could be truly insane. And therefore, they were fit for duty,ö
What struck him about this show, was how completely unrealistic it was. He almost found himself scoffing at that. As if piloting a giant robot was like that. Nobody was like that in real life, well...he glanced to the German girl beside him... maybe one or two. The image formed in his mind of himself, standing there before the Third Angel aboard Unit 01, with a blazing drill in his arms.
If only real life was like that, he thought, or perhaps more accurately, lamented. If only he could be like that. Courage and honour, guts and effort, like a real man, instead of white shirt wearing future salaryman Shinji.
Who the fuck do you think I am? BLAM! Screeeeee, BOOM and the Third Angel was lying in pieces by his purple armoured feet. And that Yoko Ritona in his arms. Even if that meant he had ten minutes to live.
ôThis was Catch 22, a really good book by Joseph Heller, which just goes to show how much attention you were all paying to me.ö
The whole class paid attention. Thirty heads creaking upwards to see what was happening. This lasted for about three seconds. Then the whole lot returned to doing the exact same things they had been doing four seconds earlier.
ôWhy do I even bother?ö the Sensei sighed, before returning to his droning lecture.
It was then that Shinji got his idea. It was a strange one, but an interesting one nonetheless. It took root and grew, slowly growing upwards while the teacher described the aid fuelled growth of the post Impact Japanese economy.? Even if? all it amounted to was a fresh coat of paint, and cities built of concrete lego, using European technology and Indian labour, all powered by American dollars.
The boy placed his fingers on the keypad.
ikarishinji@class2a22: quicknote drill_my_soul.txt
It took more than a few seconds for the editor to open. Every student in Japan had a learning-laptop, the Government boasted internationally. It didn't matter that most of those had cost less than a thousand yen, and where about ten years out of date.?
ôAnd so, the United States flag, with it's high petrochemical content, became a stable fuel for most of the middle east. Of course, this was shortly after all other native stable sources of fuel had mysteriously exploded.ö the teacher trundled on.
It was then, that Shinji began to type...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Making Breakthrough of My Soul.
By. Ikari74
Disclaimer.
Me no own, so please don't sue.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Death, I never found it scary until I faced it. My death had the square eyed face of a Honda Civic. It was funny. I flew through the air I found for the first time I wanted life. Faced with death, impending and immediate, I wanted to live. I wanted to take one more breath, desperately. I wanted it more than I wanted anything I'd ever wanted before in my short life.
I guess I got it then.
Spiral Power can do strange things.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
I woke to the smell of stone. My body hurt. A hundred aches demanded my attention. My arms, my bum, my legs and my head.
ôHoy, hoy, are you alive under there,ö a voice said. A womans voice.
ôAsuka,ö I mumbled, slowly cracking my eyes open.
ôWho?ö
I saw fire. Hell? No! It was printed on something, some fabric. Coming into focus, I saw it was rounded, cupping two hanging mounds of soft tanned flesh, a dark, deep valley between them. I gulped.
ôSorry!ö I yelped, a natural reflection.
I looked up, past smooth tanned skin, to a beaming face framed by pure red hair. Not the normal orangey-red, but a proper fire-engine red. She looked strangely like that red-haired girl from that Sunday morning TV show....
ôYoko, Yoko from Ritona,ö she smiled at me, ôAnd you are?ö
I gulped...Yoko Ritona? The Yoko Ritona? I'd seen some good cosplay jobs in my time, but they tended to be a little flat and uninspiring up close. She is was Yoko Ritona in all her bouncy buxom glory. I cringed and blushed, a stammered apology lodging in my throat.
She was going to think I'm a pervert. She's going to think I'm a pervert! She's going to hit me. That's what all red-heads do I thought sullenly.
ôWell, I've introduced myself...ö
ôSorry, I blurted,ö
ôWell that's a bit of a funny name,ö
ôUm...ö I swallowed my lump. I am so pathetic sometimes. ô Ikari Shinjiö
ôSo, this was the Ikari village then?öshe questioned.
I blinked, and looked around at the smouldering ruins around me. Sunlight filtered in sharp lines through a ceiling above me. Darkness shrouded a hundred other broken and blocky shapes. A sudden feeling of terror crept over my skin.
ôWhere am I?ö I asked, my voice small.
ôYou're village of course... Ikari village,ö she questioned with confusion on her face. ôThis was called Ikari village?ö
ôI'm from Tokyo-3,ö I corrected, confused.
Why was it so dark? What smelled like concrete dust? Where was my friend?
ôWhat...what just happendd?ö
ôYour village was destroyed by beastmen, you're the last survivor,ö
I looked around. Village, beastmen, breasts. Underground, a strange shaped drill at my booted feet. I was dressed in dirty, torn green trousers and a yellow t-shirt. What happened to my white office shirt and black trousers?
Confused, I looked up at the would be Yoko Ritona, behind her, a boy my age walked up, wearing a blue coat and goggles riding up on his dirty hair.
ôSimoun, we found someone alive down here,ö Yoko said.
Simoun? The Driller? Then that settled it. Somehow, there was no doubt now. I'd found myselfs in the world of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagaan.
I fainted.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Shinji felt strangely refreshed as as he stood on the tunnel-train down to NERV. He wasn't sure quite why, but he felt good about himself. He pondered Shinji Ikari, lone survivor's future fate on a future earth. He wondered how strong he would be himself when faced with Kamina. He found himself strangely excited at meeting mister awesome himself.
Unless this was after Episode eight.
When was he going to set the story then?
What would Kamina think if he ever met me?
What would Kamina think if he ever met Unit 01?
The differences between reality and animÚ.
Being a mecha pilot was every boys dream. It was a dream they were lucky they never achieved, he thought. Just sit in the seat and go.. how ridiculous? He sat through hours of training, testing, physical exams, mental profiling and mind numbing boredom, all for the sake of 10 minutes of sheer terror every 4 weeks or so.
It was hard bloody work being a 'children'.
ôSo Shinji,ö Asuka showed her German side, intruding on his personal space, ôWhat were you typing in class today?ö
The boy popped one of the headphones out of his ear, feeling a quick flash of panic as he wondered how he was going to explain it. He decided not to bother. There was one thing that would always deflect her.
ôSomething for Kensuke.ö he said. ôNothing important,ö
Sorhyu placed her hands on her hips, standing over him, ôIf you just don't want to talk to me, then say so, God you're so annoying,ö She stuck her nose up in the usual way, as if she couldn't stand the smell of him.
The boy placed the little speaker back in his ear, and returned to his music. It wasn't like she smelled any better... spending several hours sitting in LCL tended to leave on smelling like a slaughterhouse, even after an industrial shower.
Shinji sighed.
And thought about what he'd written early in the day. Why did he do it?
So what do you think?
Should it be ressurected, or left to gather bit-dust?