#cryingtendency

Okaay, first of all... kinda sorry for “long time no seen”. But better late than never! Onwards we march!

Also, plot thickens! I plan the next 2 updates will also be more plotty than usual.

For the last day of Josuyasu week, some more Crying Tendency.

Thank you all for a wonderful week of Josuyasu goodness!

PHEEW! Now, not entirely related to Josuyasu, but to this piece, I want to share a small cautionary tale. I need it off my system.

Few years ago, I owned a computer which had a habit of bluescreening at least once a day. Since I'm a lazy piece of work, instead of trying to fix the problem, I just learned to live with it. That meant, as a silver lining, that I adopted a healthy way of saving my work into copies, often, in case of a sudden bluescreen corrupting my currently opened photoshop document. Believe me, that happened often.

Somewhat recently I built a whole new flashy PC, and much to my delight, it was, and is, very stable. So far, it hasn't suffered a single bluescreen. That, however, lulled me into a false feeling of safety, and I started to make less and less copies of my files...

Yesterday, I was about half-way finished with these 4 pages, as the power went out. The feeling of dread built inside me, as I realized what that meant. I feared the worst as the power finally snapped back on, and I tried opening my precious file to see how it was doing... aaaand it was corrupted. Boom. And I had no backups.

I went through all the stages of grief except acceptance, and tried everything short of blood sacrifice to repair the file, but nothing helped. I went to bed utterly defeated.

I woke up early this morning, filled with a burning defiance towards the gods of fate, and started working from scratch. I'm finally done. I can have my xmas vacation in peace. My soul is at rest.

Crying Tendency returns, with more crying. Poor, sad Oku. And poor, tired Josuke.

Some more Crying Tendency! Meet Mr. Rohan E. Inkwagon, a somewhat cranky printing press and magazine magnate, and Koichi Brown, a good-hearted street thief (no dignity) who finds himself in very weird company indeed.