Welcome. Glad to hear I'm not the only endearingly awkward person in the world. xD Hope you fun on the site!

So I have this issue with anime like when you get a song stuck in your head, but I get scenes that had the most Impact stuck in my head and think about them over and over. So ill get this started by quoting strongbad, "scenes are like my children, I love dem all. But if I had to play favorites" Toradora: When ryuji has to win the race after the end of the school festival to get to taiga before anyone else. Clannad AS: When ushio asks tomoya if she can cry now because she was told she was only allowed to cry in her daddys arms (omfg kills me) TWGOK: End of final episode when keima is crying over the events over chihiro and chihiro can't finish her song without breaking into tears

haha yes! I love the fact you can do that. The game is coming along so nicely. Gonna add some songs to my server and get a video going.

These are the first few pages. I take a lot of cues from the usual shonen suspects (Naruto, OP, Bleach, Saint Seiya) the less usual ones (Claymore, Fist of the North Star, Full Metal Alchemist, D. Gray Man, Hunter x Hunter) non-shonen (Fate Zero, Madoka Magica, Legend of the Galactic Heroes, Berserk, Basilisk, Geass, etc, Spice and Wolf) And some non-anime/manga/light-novel/VN stuff, like Game of Thrones, Mistborn, and Harry Potter. I've written three books and somewhere over a thousand pages and I guess I'm trying to figure out which niche this best appeals to. The heavens shimmered with the light of a thousand suns, refusing to dim or diminish for even a single instant—unwavering in its effortless majesty. This was the Zenith, the top of the world, a place seemingly free of a single tangible defect for the cruel and fickle whim of the naked eye to hone in upon. The Zenith was a glorious place, more splendid than anything a mortal could ever hope to imagine—its grand temples and palaces, hoisted up by towering ornately carved columns—hanging tranquilly above the shimmering canopy of the sky, perimeters encircled by lush foliage bearing delectable otherworldly fruit. But, for the denizens of this realm, the loyal angels of the Zenith, the trappings of paradise were a motif that they were well acquainted with. These Angels were no strangers to fear, and, ironically enough, no strangers to vice. They lived like you or I. Myria was no different from any other angel, at least in that respect. She was an average angel, who possessed no truly exceptional qualities amongst her kin, but she was, nonetheless, a dutiful servant to the heavens--honest, diligent, and perhaps most important of all, forever in the earnest. That said, even an average angel was bound to outshine an exceptional mortal in regard to strength and beauty, so perhaps words such as average do a poor job in portraying the true majesty of an angel. But, this fact was irrelevant to Myria, who had never so much as laid an eye on a mortal or the mortal world. All Myria knew of life was an undying reverence to her Master, Lord Actrius—the infallible god king of the universe. All angels in the Zenith possessed a nigh incalculable degree of admiration for Lord Actrius. He was their creator, a beacon of undying light that stood in sharp contrast to the evil they had been created to combat, and that was why angels, by the hundreds, had amassed today in front of Lord Actrius's palace. A dense crowd of angels stood in a tightly huddled mass in the palace courtyard, anxious gazes piercing past the palace’s ascending steps and into the darkened entrance hall, a web of gently sauntering shadows streaking across the floor beneath, thick towering columns casting long dark streaks across the sun-drenched marble. Deeply ensconced within the thick crowd, Myria stood giddy, overcome with a mix of excitement and fear. Today Lord Actrius himself was to address his angels. The thought that Lord Actrius would be in such close proximity in mere moments caused Myria's heart to flutter in excitement, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her. Such was the level of anticipation that the massive crowd of angels had gathered hours in advance and the much anticipated moment was rapidly approaching. But, despite the apparently joyous nature of this occasion, an uncomfortable feeling was beginning to well up inside Myria--an impending sense of dread that she could not seem to shake off. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop asking herself a single terrifying question—will I live to see another day?

You should mate, its a brilliant game. Storyline is epic as well. I even ended up playing the old one and reading the book after I completed it xD and I know your feels haha I can barely watch anything like that :p looks too childish in a way lol