Now before all the Kancolle fans call me a madman for doing this, note that I've been told this was a god awful idea and that's not gonna stop me.
Now I know relatively little about this fic, aside the fact that everyone I know who's read it hates it. A lot. Like they did a Skype reading of this, and by god I wish I was there to see it. All of them agreed on one thing when pressed!
They hate the Main Character, Marty Stu was dropped quite a few times. All I know is I skimmed the first and last chapters a few months ago, and it was decidedly meh.
This fic is 1,976,871 words. With 197 chapters. Hoooooooooooooly sh*t. This is gonna be a looooooooooong read. Longest Kantai Collection fic on Fanfiction.net, seconded by @CV12Hornet 's "Things Involving Shipgirls That Are No Longer Allowed," sitting at 132,997 words. With a few writers doing the snippets for it iirc.
Go read that, it's much, much better.
For sake of my sanity, I'll be trying to do at least three chapters per round of suffering.
Expect the madness to start by today's end.
@AnonymousRabbit Thanks for giving me the idea! Kekekekkeekkekek!
EDIT: The skype reading only got FIVE CHAPTERS before they stopped. Oh dear.
De3ta. Just so you know already. You have my full support in this.
If you fail in your task to read this and endure the pain, i shall be there to console you. Now. Give us the show that we wanted. GO! READ FOR US, SHOW THE WORLD THE PAIN THIS FIC HAS BROUGHT!
De3ta. Just so you know already. You have my full support in this.
If you fail in your task to read this and endure the pain, i shall be there to console you. Now. Give us the show that we wanted. GO! READ FOR US, SHOW THE WORLD THE PAIN THIS FIC HAS BROUGHT!
Now before all the Kancolle fans call me a madman for doing this, note that I've been told this was a god awful idea and that's not gonna stop me.
Now I know relatively little about this fic, aside the fact that everyone I know who's read it hates it. A lot. Like they did a Skype reading of this, and by god I wish I was there to see it. All of them agreed on one thing when pressed!
They hate the Main Character, Marty Stu was dropped quite a few times. All I know is I skimmed the first and last chapters a few months ago, and it was decidedly meh.
This fic is 1,976,871 words. With 197 chapters. Hoooooooooooooly sh*t. This is gonna be a looooooooooong read. Longest Kantai Collection fic on Fanfiction.net, seconded by @CV12Hornet 's "Things Involving Shipgirls That Are No Longer Allowed," sitting at 132,997 words. With a few writers doing the snippets for it iirc.
Go read that, it's much, much better.
For sake of my sanity, I'll be trying to do at least three chapters per round of suffering.
Expect the madness to start by today's end.
@AnonymousRabbit Thanks for giving me the idea! Kekekekkeekkekek!
EDIT: The skype reading only got FIVE CHAPTERS before they stopped. Oh dear.
This is going to prove quite a shitshow. Doing the actual reading chipped away at my sanity, and promptly caused me to fully give in to the whole waifu business. Seriously, that was painful.
More seriously, I have been wondering about this fic, considering it sits at the top of most of the statistical categories. And now I don't have to waste days of my life actually reading it!
This is going to prove quite a shitshow. Doing the actual reading chipped away at my sanity, and promptly caused me to fully give in to the whole waifu business. Seriously, that was painful.
That was your doing Shiplord!
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Well let's begin this in earnest shall we? First a toast! To the Father *Click*.... To the son, *Click*... To the Holy Ghost *Click*.
Well, title implies that this will either be First Contact with the Abyssals, or the Shipgirls, Or possibly just first contact for the protagonist.
Ah right, I should probably explain for the uninitiated what the hell this is about.
Kantai Collection is a browser game released only in Japan. Premise being that you are the Admiral of a Navy consisting of the anime anthropomorphized of warships from World War II. Mostly from the Axis navies but as of the current event Iowa of the Iowa class series of Battleships has made an appearance.
They are used to fight abyysals, which are kinda sorta the spirits of sunken warships that have taken over the seas. Kinda sorta. This game doesn't exactly have very much plot, or much of a consistent setting. With the limit of World War two and back ships alongside mentions of modern technology such as smartphones and the like.
Not much of the setting is set in stone, nor is there a lot of plot aside from fighting the Abyysals and getting your girls stronger to fight more Abyysals.
It's left many artists and authors to have their own interpretations of how and why certain things occur, but that's not relevant much to the fic and hand so I won't go into it now.
We start the fic with a note from the author:
It seems that Kantai Collection is the new Touhou these days. Not that that's bad. But I took one look at the game, and even though I would very much so like to play it, that lottery system...oh God. And considering games like KanColle are VPN-restricted...
I initially wished to put this story in second person for the experience of writing a story as such, because the standard third-person omniscient narrator seems boring to write all the time, but lo and behold..."no second person" in the rules and guidelines. It seems this site is too scared of second person stories falling into the "trap" of interactive stories, but that is none of my business. All I know is that I wasn't going to make my own story interactive, but purely for the experience in writing in second person, but given my experience with the FF admins...
One last topic that I would like to mention is that the summary, now that I read it over a couple times, seems very...Fallout-esque, even though I wasn't thinking about Fallout when I first made the synopsis for this story. Oh well - full steam ahead regardless.
Oh yeah, this game used to have limited server space and needed a lottery to join, on top of not allowing non-Japanese accounts and IP's to play and it was a bitch and a half a year ago. These days things like KC3 and better their servers allow you to skip most of the hassle. It's why I finally got to play the game myself last week! If anyone's interested I can provide assistance to any aspiring Admirals.
Now I am not familiar with the nitty gritty of FF.N's rules and the like, so I cannot confirm or deny his claims on second person fics, but yeah there has been certain........causticity related to that site in the past. I'm not saying he's right, i'd just not be surprised.
Any form of interactive entry: choose your adventure, second person/you based, Q&As, and etc.
Or, more accurately, what used to be Houston, Texas.
A young man, tall but rather boyish-looking under the cap that he wears backwards on his oily dark blue hair, climbs the last of a series of upturned asphalt and rock that once made up Interstate 59, one of the many highways leading into the city. In the young man's case, he had traveled south to reach the northern outskirts of Houston, just in time to avoid a tornado that he had seen brewing up further west on his way down to the former city. He sighs lightly, pulls out a radiation-proof canteen, twists the cap off, and takes a light sip of the clean water inside - water that isn't contaminated to all hell. That water he held in his hand could possibly be the only clean water source for about four hundred miles around, give or take maybe a couple dozen more.
Well he was not exaggerating on the Fallout comparisons, fitting considering the one Fallout game set in Texas was.......*Shudders*....We don't talk about that game.
So far, not all that bad. It's an alright segment. I feel like it has a biiit too much description of what he's doing, but I can forgive it as it seems to be setting the scene.
A breathtakingly somber scene lays before the young man as he stands putting his canteen away in the large survival backpack that he carries. The city of Houston, Texas, lays in ruins. Its multitudes of once-proud, once-tall skyscrapers that once stood as symbols of economic and social order and as the epitome of American capitalism and democracy are now in the process of urban decay, only decades after they were abandoned. Most of the skyscrapers now lie scattered about on the earth's crust like fallen Jenga pieces, their debris and broken glass littering everywhere as natural vegetation takes them over as new homes. The few that still stand are in imminent danger of collapsing at any time, both due to deteriorating infrastructure and the weight of all the animals and other wildlife that have taken up residence in the aging hulks of scrap metal that those mysterious humans always seem to be fond of building yet seem to have stopped building or occupying anymore. A scene of true apocalyptic nature, as it strikes the boy as he begins his treacherous descent down into the slight crater that surrounds the city in a perfect circle.
Well, this is certainly........*Checks Section* yeah I didn't walk into the Fallout section by mistake, the hell. Of all the things I've seen of Kancolle none have been this....apocalyptic about things. I mean Abyysals are limited to the oceans and correct me if I'm wrong, Huston isn't a coastal city.
Polchow, Damon. Six foot three, 177 pounds. Short, dark blue hair with a slight widow's peak that tends to get very oily very fast, even if he doesn't do any physical activity. Despite his boyish looks and rather awkward tallness, he is well built from years of enduring harsh conditions that he's lived in all his life in a world devastated by weapons of mass destruction. The weather-worn backwards, dirtied and smudgy white cap, tearing at the ends, sports a small emblem, a yin-yang with large white and black wings, that is very faded and hardly distinguishable now. Light, plain black T-shirt with plenty of small rips that are the proud wounds of the journey that the boy made to reach this desolated city with a current population of zero humans, but the boy does not seem to notice or care about the mending his shirt requires. The same applies to his ordinary Levi jeans, whose endurance and reliability are proving more than its weight in gold for him at this point. The gray Jansport backpack, also dotted with various smudges of various origin, remains faithful, refusing to show any rips at all just yet despite the harsh conditions it has seen thus far with the load that it carries.
Ahhhhhhhh there it is! I was afraid it would come to this! The Cardinal Sin of any work, over-explaining your outfit! No one cares about how oily your hair is or what jeans you have, certainly not enough got such a large chunk of words! The Enter key is your friend!
That is an actual brand of backpack as well, all we need was a quarter of the word amount to say-Hold the fucking phone.
WHY DOES HE HAVE BLUE HAIR? I know Kancolle is an Anime, they have weird ass hair colors as well, though surprisingly only one case of "Anime Hair," if TVtropes is to be believe. I'd disagree with that, but the point still stands. Besides they're magic-ish Boat Girls that fight Ghost Boat Things! what's his excuse!
I doubt one could find hair dye in what has apparently been a decades long Post-Apocalyptic America!
I know it's not a big issue, but it still bugs me.
He is armed with an MK-14 Rogue Chassis Rifle System, equipped with a CRS-468 telescopic reflex sight, forward handgrip, and detachable gunsling, that he wields with his left arm quite easily and almost effortlessly, despite its heavy load. A Predator load-bearing vest sports extra 7.62x51mm DMR NATO magazines for ease of access and reload, along with extra ammunition for his .45 GAP Glock 37, which sits securely in its holster around Damon's upper right thigh.
Because he cannot stop talking about himself, here's some amateur gun porn. Ignore how he'd have gotten trained using these, it'll save you a migraine.
It is Damon's belief that without this razor-sharp efficiency, someone like him would never be able to survive on their own in this world. Indeed, it is unheard of for a young man like Damon to wander about in the irradiated wasteland alone, with no apparent protective gear and armed to the teeth with military grade weaponry.
Another two hours pass as Damon enters the broken streets of the city of Houston. When the nuclear war - or, as everyone liked to call it, World War III, broke out, Houston was one of the first cities to get hit, surprisingly enough. As it turned out, it was meant to be a distraction target as Iran secretly targeted a coordinated volley of intercontinental ballistic missile strikes at Washington D.C., New York, Los Angeles, the Pentagon, and Seattle, when Iranian operatives installed a dirty bomb in South Central Houston and set it off. As Houston was evacuated, the missiles rolled in, and the age-old political and military school of thought known as mutually assured destruction got shoved down the black hole of forgotten history forever. In the ensuing exchanges of warheads, the shock of all the rockets hitting the earth triggered mass earthquakes around the globe, one of which hit Texas so hard that Houston, ironically, became the only city still largely intact once the aftershocks finally died down, despite the fact that it was the first city to be abandoned.
How the flying fuck is this Kancolle! This is just a shitty Fallout FanFic! No wait, I've read Fallout Fics and most are shit. This is still on the meh tier of Fallout Fanfics. ....sad thought now that I think about it.
Does he go into why WWIII occurred? what this has to do with kancolle?
To Damon, the term "World War III" was despicable and ignorant. To him, the conflict that destroyed the world of the generations before him could hardly be qualified as a world war at all. It was a shitstorm of nuclear explosions and chemicals thrown around the world that lasted exactly for a month and only ended because the missile strikes killed everyone and anyone related to the operation of the rest of the nukes, and everyone else who still weren't dying of radiation or other infections agreed to stop bombing the absolute hell out of one another. How ironic - but it was deserved, in his opinion.
Nope, he preaches about how "Nukes are bad M'kay," and then this.
If people had become so stupid to the point of bombing each other with weapons they knew could very well cause the end of the world, then let them all die. They didn't deserve to live with that extent of stupidity anyway. The other three or four billion other innocent people they took with them may have been tragic, but in the end, no one cares, because they're just all a statistic now, was Damon's reasoning. Everybody else is too busy making sure that they are not going to die of radiation poisoning tomorrow. And regardless, there is nothing they can do about their world now except attempt to carry on their miserable lives. Thinking about the deaths of everyone else is just a burden everyone can live without.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god, Shadow The Edgehog was better than this! This, This I can't even mock! This is on the level of those shitty YA novels that rip off Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, but worse! I can get an amount of comedy from your Divergent's or your Maze Runner's, this reads liek Baby's first Post-Apocalyptic story!
Damon's load-bearing vest clacks and clicks as the magazines bump against one another with Damon's quick gait. Because of his inhuman ability to run at a set pace seemingly without limit, Damon found that he had access to much more of the world than almost anyone else. The survivors of the war were confined to areas either unaffected by all the radiation or areas that were painstakingly cleaned by valiant hazmat crews who risked their lives to make suitable areas to live for everyone else.
Wow, such valiance, much heroism.
...I expected actual vocal reading, though.
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given you just said you lost the update to browser crash I don't know WHY i still expected that, but
...I expected actual vocal reading, though.
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given you just said you lost the update to browser crash I don't know WHY i still expected that, but
