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Sometimes I write stories, on the spot, in #THP. This is one of them...

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<Myschii>Anyway, let us begin.
<Millenia>Hi.
<Myschii>For now I'll title it "The King of Fools".
<Myschii>We'll see where I can go from there.
<Myschii>“Why would I lie to you? Of all people, who could you not trust more?"
<Myschii>"And on my own birthday of all days? Tsk tsk tsk. Do you need more Faith?"
<Myschii>"More Time?"
<Myschii>“Does your trust really fly away like the Cherry Blossoms on the wind?”
<Myschii>"Would you listen to me more if we had a better Signal between us?"
<Myschii>“Or is what we have between us something Unidentified and Fantastic in its scope…”
<Myschii>Meaningless banter from nobody cascades by your ears. A whisper of a whisper. Yet so very distinct.
<Myschii>You might have even imagined it.
<Myschii>But the words themselves were so soft that maybe they were never directed you at all.
<Myschii>at you*
<Myschii>You stand in the alleyway between Big Bob’s pawn shop and the Black Bird Dinner.
<Myschii>The fragrant smell of delicious pie wafts lazily from the Black Bird’s back door.
<Jerl>I'm coding a PHP visual novel engine.
<Myschii>You flip your switchblade in your hand lazily, impatient with another boring sunny day.
<Myschii>Today will be different though, you have a gut feeling about that.
<Myschii>The Rising Phoenix stands further in the alley. The living legend of the district puffs away at a cigar, short gray hair stained black with smoke in some places
<Cruentus><%Jerl> I'm coding a PHP visual novel engine.
<Cruentus>Wait what
<Cruentus>PHP?
<Jerl>PHP.
<Cruentus>Why would you do that
<Jerl>PHP: Hyptertext Preprocessor.
<Jerl>So I can learn PHP.
<Cruentus>But... coding an engine in it
<Jerl>Yes.
<Jerl>Coding an engine in it.
<Kapow>okay, new thread zips uploaded for /th/ stories
<Bastille>I'm with Crue... Why?
<Kapow>will do /others/ stories tomorrow
<Jerl>To learn PHP
<Myschii>She stands with her back to you and on her back tattoo of a bright red, yellow, and gold bird of prey, its wings stretched over her shoulders and its feathers falling down her arms and torso
<Jerl>Because I barely know PHP.
<Kapow>http://z4.invisionfree.com/touhouvn/index.php?showtopic=81
<Cruentus>Normally people learn a language by doing something the language is actually good for. And PHP is good for a lot of things. Single-player games isn't generally one of those things.
<Myschii>The ink seems to be everywhere her skin is visible.
<Cruentus>I learned most of my PHP from coding a forum in it.
<Jerl>In the beginning, it's going to be a retardedly simple system.
<Bastille>Being able to use PHP to manipulate databases is one of the main bread winners... I don't see building an engine with it teaching you the necessary skills one needs to become good with PHP
<Bastille>A forum on the other hand, like Crue said, is a good place to start
<Myschii>Today she is wearing what she always wears, a dark gray tank top and baggy brown trousers that seemed to have more fabric in the patches covering them than was used to make the original garment.
<Jerl>I'm not going to be using databases.
<Jerl>There are no databases on the server this will be going on.
<Bastille>Sessions, cookies, database entries, etc. All there
<Kapow>why the hell not
<Myschii>Her hands are wrapped in case of a fight.
<Jerl>Because there isn't? I don't fucking know, I haven't asked the webmaster.
<Cruentus>SQL is about half the reason to use PHP.
<Myschii>When the mafia first came to this part of town, no one took them seriously.
<Kapow>what are you going to dynamically generate content from if you don't have a database
<Myschii>Then “accidents” started happening, and the street gangs decided the mafia wasn’t welcome anymore.
<Jerl>flat files.
<Jerl>Mainly .txt ones.
<Myschii>The war wasn’t long, but there were plenty of casualties.
<Kapow>random quote display?
<Jerl>No.
<Jerl>I was originally going to use databases.
<Jerl>But like I said, the server has none.
<Jerl>So i really can't do that.
<Myschii>Phoenix took a bullet for Lucky. That was before Phoenix was a legend. Before Phoenix was even a part of the gang. She just knocked Lucky out of the way and takes a bullet for the guy.
<Ataisai><Jerl> PHP: Hyptertext Preprocessor.
<Jerl>That's what PHP stands for.
<Ataisai>FUCK YEAH RECURSIVE ACRONYMS
<Myschii>Afterwards she pummels the mafia brat that pulled the gun like it was nothing to beat up a couple hundred pound brute while leaking blood all over the ground.
<Myschii>You wouldn’t believe it yourself, but you were there. Saw her light up a cigar right after too.
<Cruentus>PHP was originally Personal Home Page, but yeah.
<Myschii>She told you life was too short to spend sulking about her own problems.
<Myschii>Started laughing.
<Myschii>Probably the only time you’ve heard her laugh in the couple years you’ve known her.
<Myschii>She said she figured she’d help your gang reclaim your turf.
<Myschii>And now she’s a legend.
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<Myschii>The mafia backed down after she got to a couple of their family members.
<Giddy>Mystia in the mafia
<Myschii>But that was ages ago.
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<Myschii>Now everything is peaceful.
<Myschii>And it's been months since the last time you even talked about the shooting.
<Myschii>shootings*
<Kapow>http://www.touhouproject.com/eientei/res/15012.html I like this already
<Giddy>Me too~
<Myschii>And that was at Lucky's funeral...
<Myschii>Poor guy died eating a pretzel.
=-=Left4Doctor is now known as DrDoujin
<Myschii>We always figured he would be the lucky guy to outlive us all.
<Millenia>Awww. Poor male Twei!
<Millenia>*Twei
<Millenia>*Tewi
<Myschii>But I guess that was just how things went...
<Millenia>It is an interesting thread, Kapow.
<Myschii>Phoenix turns around and drops what’s left of the cigar in the alley
* Milleniagoes vote
<Kapow>oh hell
<Myschii>Her eyes look haunted... plagued with troubles.
<Giddy>Tewi~
<Myschii>for this town returned a year ago now, but Phoenix always looked like a war was going on.
<Myschii>gah...
<Myschii>Peace for this town*
<Myschii>And as the sun reaches a noon high, you wonder what she called you out to this alleyway for.
<Myschii>But before you can even bother asking her why, she starts walking.
<Myschii>You follow.
<Myschii>You don’t know where Phoenix is going, but she asked you for a favor.
<Myschii>So you'll follow.
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<Myschii>It’s the least you could do. Without question, you owe her one. So you don’t speak up despite your curiousity.
<Myschii>You keep your mouth shut as you take a cab out of the district.
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<Myschii>You don’t peep when you board the train.
<Myschii>And you cram your fist in your mouth when you hand over your passengers ticket for the boat.
<Giddy>http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=big&illust_id=3275032
<Giddy>Yukari~n
<Jerl>The PHP visual novel system seems to be working somewhat
<Myschii>The sleeping outside, the odd jobs, the leaving the gang, you wonder if you’ll be on permanent cleaning duty when you get back or if the guys will understand, but Phoenix just keeps on going.
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<KChasm>mmmmmmph
<Myschii>Cross country becomes cross continent, but Phoenix doesn’t talk much. You work up the courage to ask her what going on a couple times, but you never bother. The trip is fun. Not an exciting roller coaster, but invigorating.
<KChasm>Somehow, I burnt out on love stories
<Ataisai>Damn, mokou.
<KChasm>even though there's nothing wrong with any of these stories I've been reading, I just can't become interested...
<Myschii>It feels strange to not know the language of the people around you.
<Myschii>Sure Phoenix can somehow speak every language you ever heard and then some.
<Myschii>Which doesn't bug you nearly as badly as you think it should, by the way.
<Myschii>But the sights and sound of daily life around the world has made you anew.
<Ataisai>this would work even better as a doujin.
<Ataisai>But I like this.
<Myschii>Your clothes get a bit ratty, and you add a patch here and there to your old clothes.
<Myschii>You couldn't afford to get a new shirt or pants every time they caught on a bush.
<Myschii>And you wouldn't want to slow down Phoenix whenever you weren't already passing through a town large enough.
<Ataisai>It sounds like a zen buddhism story, too.
<Myschii>You notice Phoenix's hair get long, and something you didn't expect from her...
<keine_sensei>is this some Mystia writefag?
<Ataisai>sure is
<Myschii>She starts tying ribbons and the sort to her newly long silver locks.
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<Myschii>Her eyes which had looked horrible back in town seem younger with every passing mile.
<Myschii>You hope that you can say the same for yourself.
<keine_sensei>ooo
<Myschii>You surely think so at least.
<Myschii>It was in one town somewhere in the far east that Phoenix started buying strange things.
<Myschii>Well not that strange... Trinkets to be exact.
<Myschii>And as we would pass through other towns, she'd sell them in market places.
<Myschii>We did less and less odd jobs as we traveled thanks to this exchange of hers.
<Myschii>But I did kind of miss the satisfaction that comes with physical labor...
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<Ars>http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=3707748
<Ars>Keine~
<Giddy>sensei~
<Myschii>And then one day, just after lunch, I stand waiting for Phoenix outside of another shop.
<writing_sensei>ars~ giddy~
<Myschii>The town we're in is the smallest place I've been too in a long while.
<Jerl>It works!
<Myschii>The locals all seem to be the rural sort, and you doubt any of them has set foot in any of the cities just over the mountain pass.
<Myschii>You're only a little surprised when Phoenix comes out of the shop holding, of all things, two shovels.
<Jerl>http://oldserver.org/dev/php/vn/ doesn't have any actual content, but it's a proof of concept at this point
<Myschii>And you're only slightly irked when she leads you out of town on a path that you can scarcely imagine was once there.
<Myschii>But you are quite shocked when you find yourself at the back end of a graveyard.
<Jerl>This is a really simple visual novel system. liek srsly
<Jerl>Ths simplest probably possible.
<Myschii>You're no graverobber, and you don't know what to think of Phoenix now that you know that she may be one.
<Jerl>Besides using pure html
<Myschii>So when you stop in front of some poor soul's headstone and Phoenix throws you one of the shovels, you toss back a question you've avoided asking for the longest time.
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<Myschii>"What are we doing here?"
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<Cruentus>So you're just using the PHP to read in text to fill the HTML? Then it's basically what you'd have if you just used HTML in the first place.
<Jerl>Yeah, but using the php simplifies it.
<Jerl>I don't have to make a whole html file.
<Jerl>Just a .txt. file, and
<Anonymaster>http://4chanarchive.org/images/gif/1504193/1233018612785.gif
<Anonymaster>ARGH, MY MIND
<Jerl>I used PHP to replace
<Jerl>|A
<Myschii>And as though she expected this question long before now, Phoenix leans forward on her shovel and answers you.
<Jerl>With the beginning of the URL to a page, then the next number would be the next page, and then |B to to put a >, then put the description for the link, then put |C to put in a </a>
<Jerl>Yeah.
<Jerl>|A1 |B Page 1. |C
<Jerl>|A2 |B Page 2. |C
<Jerl>That's what it looks like for each page.
<Jerl>Instead of a fuckton of html code.
<Cruentus>You put in an alias for a single character?
<Jerl>Yes.
<Jerl>I didn't want to type that single character every time.
<Cruentus>So instead you type two other characters.
<Jerl>Yes.
<Jerl>It makes it look nicer.
<Cruentus>Not to a coder.
<Jerl>Do you want me ton put |A2> Page 1. |B or something
<Myschii>"Digging." The word heavy with import. "Don't worry. We aren't stealing anything if that's what you thought. I'm no grave robber."
<Cruentus>I only replace the url base part, using a $home variable defined globally. This also makes the code portable.
<Jerl>I made the code portable by putting in $thisFile = filepath
<Jerl>Very simple to just edit the url there
<Myschii>"The thought never crossed my mind." You lie easily enough. She laughs which makes you smile.
<Cruentus>You don't help anything by making aliases for anchor tags.
<Jerl>I help not having to type anchor tags by making aliases for them.
<Jerl>When I'm making the actual script, I don't even want to goddamn think about html
<Myschii>The dirt flies as you dig out the grave.
<Jerl>Script as in what's contained in the .txt files, not as in the actual PHP code.
<Cruentus>In that case just write a function that takes whatever the variables are for and runs it through a regex.
<Jerl>problem 1: i don't know regex.
<Cruentus>LEARN.
<Cruentus>GOOGLE.
<Jerl>That's for when I know how to do simple stuff Cru
<Jerl>For now I barely know PHP at all.
<Jerl>I know like four functions.
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<Myschii>When you dig some six feet under, you're amazed you haven't found anything at all yet.
<Cruentus>Learn regular expressions first.
<Jerl>One variable.
<Jerl>That variable being $_GET
<Cruentus>The only way to really learn regular expressions is to have something you need to use it for, and here you do.
<Myschii>You end up having to dig out a ramp as Phoenix continues to dig downward.
<Jerl>Define regular expressions.
<Myschii>And all in all, it's night fall before you find what Phoenix is looking for.
<Cruentus>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regular_expression
<Cruentus>http://us3.php.net/manual/en/function.ereg-replace.php
<Myschii>The coffin at the bottom the grave some twelve feet further down then necessary looks more like a treasure chest than anything else.
<Myschii>It takes both of you some time to heave the heavy thing all the way to green grass.
<Cruentus>If you want something that takes whatever you give it and writes in another language (like HTML) without you having to bother with knowing anything about that language, then what you want is an interpreter. An interpreter can be built entirely of regex functions.
<Jerl>From what I can tell, that's exactly what I'm doing
<Jerl>$output = nl2br(str_ireplace($choiceBefore, $choiceAfter, $output));
<Jerl>...wait, that's a different part entirely.
<Jerl>Right.
<Cruentus>Except you're doing it with a bunch of extra nonsense variabels instead of just make_page("1");
<Cruentus>variables
<Myschii>knocking the dirt off of the box, you realize that it is some sort of treasure chest.
<Myschii>Ornate and lined with locks and expensive engravings, you can only imagine what riches it holds.
<Myschii>And how Phoenix would know it was here.
<Myschii>You imagine she would have a map.
<Myschii>Or maybe it was some knowledge that was passed down her family tree.
<Myschii>So when Phoenix pulls a ring of keys from her pocket and begins unlocking the chest, you heart begins to race with anticipation.
<Myschii>A distinct click follows each turn of every key.
<Myschii>Phoenix throws the old metal things behind her without care as they come off.
<Myschii>Your breath catches as she discards the final lock and throws open the chest.
<Myschii>[ ] Riches [ ] Happiness [ ] Love [ ] Hope
<Myschii>[ ] Lake
<writing_sensei>[x] riches
<Ataisai>[x] love
<Ataisai>[x] hope
<Ataisai>no wait
<Ataisai>[x] happiness
<Ataisai>>[ ] Hope
<Ataisai>"dammit, Pandora took all the good stuff."
<Myschii>(I wonder if anyone else is reading, and what they're waiting for it they are.)
<Ataisai>Dammit, somebody vote something good
<Spring>[x]Laaaaake!
<Millenia>[X] Kaguya (;D)
<Ataisai>aslfjvhe;lrkf
<Ataisai>I hate you people
<Ataisai>...
<Ataisai>oh
<Ataisai>oh u, mill
<Spring>[x] Hope
<Millenia>But as a serious choice, I will choose Hope.
<Millenia>For is that not what the phoenix symbolizes?
<Ataisai>does it?
<Myschii>('kay)
<Millenia>Not really, but it can be argued to do so, as it can never truly die no matter how badly you kill it.
<Myschii>Inside the chest is...
<Myschii>Nothing??
<Ataisai>:|
<Myschii>Your heart drops as you can't see anything but the empty walls of the box over Phoenix's shoulder.
<Ataisai>damn you and your metaphors, gramps
<Myschii>But as Phoenix leans further in her hand scrapes along the bottom.
<Myschii>An lone and aged peace of parchment comes free.
<Giddy>>peace
<Myschii>Phoenix hands it to you without much explanation.
<Myschii>"That map can lead any one to a place where no one can go."
<Myschii>She says these words with conviction.
<Myschii>She stares into your eyes and with a quick hand, pulls a gun from her pocket.
<Myschii>*bang*
<Ataisai>oh shit
<Myschii>Before you can grasp what happened her body falls dead in front of you.
<Myschii>Flames spring from her corpse and only ash and a gun remains where her body just fell.
<Myschii>You stand in shock.
<Myschii>Have you gone crazy?
<Myschii>Is this a dream?
<Myschii>You wince as pinch yourself, but you answer your own question.
<Myschii>Phoenix is gone.
<Myschii>And you are on your own in the middle of nowhere.
<Giddy>;-;
<Myschii>The darkness of the night makes the tread back to town terrible.
<Myschii>You trip multiple times and have more bruises than you want to count.
<Myschii>And to top it off, you can't find a single building with a light on in the entire village.
<Myschii>You shout once for good measure, but with no reply, you resign yourself to sleeping against a tree for the remainder of the night.
<Myschii>Nightmares plague your sleep.
<Myschii>You wake up startled. Your arm reaching out to stop Phoenix from pulling that gun from her pocket.
<Myschii>You shake yourself awake as the light of the sun warms what little good mood you have left.
<Myschii>Curious and out of options, you unroll the parchment Phoenix gave you in her last moments.
<Myschii>A map of strange description unfurls before you. And like some joke, the map comes complete with a "You are here" arrow pointing arbitrarily at one end of the map.
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<Myschii>A dotted line snakes across the nearly blank page.
<Myschii>And on the opposite side is an "X"
<Myschii>with some strange Eastern characters you could never read anyway.
<Myschii>You shake quietly with your own laughter at the absurdity of it all.
<Anonymaster>Hm.
<Anonymaster>"...you're suddenly grabbed from behind; vision blocked out."
<Anonymaster>Is this right?
<Anonymaster>With the semicolon.
<Myschii>"So this map can take me to a place no one can go, eh?"
<Myschii>(grammatically it's fine, if that's what you're asking)
<Anonymaster>Yep. Thanks.
<Myschii>You start talking to yourself, no longer worried about anyone thinking you’re crazy.
<Myschii>You stare at the stupid thing for an hour...
<Myschii>It never changes though.
<Myschii>And you wonder if Phoenix last joke on you was worth it.
<Myschii>But something itches in your memory...
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<Myschii>Meaningless banter from nobody cascades by your ears. A whisper of a whisper. Yet so very distinct.
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<Myschii>And with a determination you didn't think you could muster, you set off to find a place no one can go. Your feet lead the way as you decide you'll find what you’re looking for before the end of the year.
<Myschii>And you know you will find exactly what you need to...
<Myschii>...you have a gut feeling about that.
<Myschii>The end.
<Ataisai>Hmm.
<Myschii>To be continued in the wandering street punk the CYOA
<Ataisai>ooooh
<Myschii>Probably not though
<Ataisai>I will buy a copy
>> No. 15088
You really should format the stories to remove the non-related lines from the story, as exciting as reading about PHP and regexes can be
>> No. 15095
>>15088
I wish I had the gusto to format these at the time I post them, but I usually finish writing sometime around 5 AM after staying up the night to write them.

I think I'll make a dedicated thread to edited versions of story time later. (Don't hold your breath.)
>> No. 15107
>>15095
You could write a regex function to remove lines spoken by specific users.

Just a thought.
>> No. 15108
>>15088
The irony here is that regular expressions make it retardedly easy to filter all that out.


<Myschii> Anyway, let us begin.
<Myschii> For now I'll title it "The King of Fools".
<Myschii> We'll see where I can go from there.
<Myschii> “Why would I lie to you? Of all people, who could you not trust more?"
<Myschii> "And on my own birthday of all days? Tsk tsk tsk. Do you need more Faith?"
<Myschii> "More Time?"
<Myschii> “Does your trust really fly away like the Cherry Blossoms on the wind?”
<Myschii> "Would you listen to me more if we had a better Signal between us?"
<Myschii> “Or is what we have between us something Unidentified and Fantastic in its scope…”
<Myschii> Meaningless banter from nobody cascades by your ears. A whisper of a whisper. Yet so very distinct.
<Myschii> You might have even imagined it.
<Myschii> But the words themselves were so soft that maybe they were never directed you at all.
<Myschii> at you*
<Myschii> You stand in the alleyway between Big Bob’s pawn shop and the Black Bird Dinner.
<Myschii> The fragrant smell of delicious pie wafts lazily from the Black Bird’s back door.
<Myschii> You flip your switchblade in your hand lazily, impatient with another boring sunny day.
<Myschii> Today will be different though, you have a gut feeling about that.
<Myschii> The Rising Phoenix stands further in the alley. The living legend of the district puffs away at a cigar, short gray hair stained black with smoke in some places
<Myschii> She stands with her back to you and on her back tattoo of a bright red, yellow, and gold bird of prey, its wings stretched over her shoulders and its feathers falling down her arms and torso
<Myschii> The ink seems to be everywhere her skin is visible.
<Myschii> Today she is wearing what she always wears, a dark gray tank top and baggy brown trousers that seemed to have more fabric in the patches covering them than was used to make the original garment.
<Myschii> Her hands are wrapped in case of a fight.
<Myschii> When the mafia first came to this part of town, no one took them seriously.
<Myschii> Then “accidents” started happening, and the street gangs decided the mafia wasn’t welcome anymore.
<Myschii> The war wasn’t long, but there were plenty of casualties.
<Myschii> Phoenix took a bullet for Lucky. That was before Phoenix was a legend. Before Phoenix was even a part of the gang. She just knocked Lucky out of the way and takes a bullet for the guy.
<Myschii> Afterwards she pummels the mafia brat that pulled the gun like it was nothing to beat up a couple hundred pound brute while leaking blood all over the ground.
<Myschii> You wouldn’t believe it yourself, but you were there. Saw her light up a cigar right after too.
<Myschii> She told you life was too short to spend sulking about her own problems.
<Myschii> Started laughing.
<Myschii> Probably the only time you’ve heard her laugh in the couple years you’ve known her.
<Myschii> She said she figured she’d help your gang reclaim your turf.
<Myschii> And now she’s a legend.
<Myschii> The mafia backed down after she got to a couple of their family members.
<Myschii> But that was ages ago.
<Myschii> Now everything is peaceful.
<Myschii> And it's been months since the last time you even talked about the shooting.
<Myschii> shootings*
<Myschii> And that was at Lucky's funeral...
<Myschii> Poor guy died eating a pretzel.
<Myschii> We always figured he would be the lucky guy to outlive us all.
<Myschii> But I guess that was just how things went...
<Myschii> Phoenix turns around and drops what’s left of the cigar in the alley
<Myschii> Her eyes look haunted... plagued with troubles.
<Myschii> for this town returned a year ago now, but Phoenix always looked like a war was going on.
<Myschii> gah...
<Myschii> Peace for this town*
<Myschii> And as the sun reaches a noon high, you wonder what she called you out to this alleyway for.
<Myschii> But before you can even bother asking her why, she starts walking.
<Myschii> You follow.
<Myschii> You don’t know where Phoenix is going, but she asked you for a favor.
<Myschii> So you'll follow.
<Myschii> It’s the least you could do. Without question, you owe her one. So you don’t speak up despite your curiousity.
<Myschii> You keep your mouth shut as you take a cab out of the district.
<Myschii> You don’t peep when you board the train.
<Myschii> And you cram your fist in your mouth when you hand over your passengers ticket for the boat.
<Myschii> The sleeping outside, the odd jobs, the leaving the gang, you wonder if you’ll be on permanent cleaning duty when you get back or if the guys will understand, but Phoenix just keeps on going.
<Myschii> Cross country becomes cross continent, but Phoenix doesn’t talk much. You work up the courage to ask her what going on a couple times, but you never bother. The trip is fun. Not an exciting roller coaster, but invigorating.
<Myschii> It feels strange to not know the language of the people around you.
<Myschii> Sure Phoenix can somehow speak every language you ever heard and then some.
<Myschii> Which doesn't bug you nearly as badly as you think it should, by the way.
<Myschii> But the sights and sound of daily life around the world has made you anew.
<Myschii> Your clothes get a bit ratty, and you add a patch here and there to your old clothes.
<Myschii> You couldn't afford to get a new shirt or pants every time they caught on a bush.
<Myschii> And you wouldn't want to slow down Phoenix whenever you weren't already passing through a town large enough.
<Myschii> You notice Phoenix's hair get long, and something you didn't expect from her...
<Myschii> She starts tying ribbons and the sort to her newly long silver locks.
<Myschii> Her eyes which had looked horrible back in town seem younger with every passing mile.
<Myschii> You hope that you can say the same for yourself.
<Myschii> You surely think so at least.
>> No. 15109
<Myschii> It was in one town somewhere in the far east that Phoenix started buying strange things.
<Myschii> Well not that strange... Trinkets to be exact.
<Myschii> And as we would pass through other towns, she'd sell them in market places.
<Myschii> We did less and less odd jobs as we traveled thanks to this exchange of hers.
<Myschii> But I did kind of miss the satisfaction that comes with physical labor...
<Myschii> And then one day, just after lunch, I stand waiting for Phoenix outside of another shop.
<Myschii> The town we're in is the smallest place I've been too in a long while.
<Myschii> The locals all seem to be the rural sort, and you doubt any of them has set foot in any of the cities just over the mountain pass.
<Myschii> You're only a little surprised when Phoenix comes out of the shop holding, of all things, two shovels.
<Myschii> And you're only slightly irked when she leads you out of town on a path that you can scarcely imagine was once there.
<Myschii> But you are quite shocked when you find yourself at the back end of a graveyard.
<Myschii> You're no graverobber, and you don't know what to think of Phoenix now that you know that she may be one.
<Myschii> So when you stop in front of some poor soul's headstone and Phoenix throws you one of the shovels, you toss back a question you've avoided asking for the longest time.
<Myschii> "What are we doing here?"
<Myschii> And as though she expected this question long before now, Phoenix leans forward on her shovel and answers you.
<Myschii> "Digging." The word heavy with import. "Don't worry. We aren't stealing anything if that's what you thought. I'm no grave robber."
<Myschii> "The thought never crossed my mind." You lie easily enough. She laughs which makes you smile.
<Myschii> The dirt flies as you dig out the grave.
<Myschii> When you dig some six feet under, you're amazed you haven't found anything at all yet.
<Myschii> You end up having to dig out a ramp as Phoenix continues to dig downward.
<Myschii> And all in all, it's night fall before you find what Phoenix is looking for.
<Myschii> The coffin at the bottom the grave some twelve feet further down then necessary looks more like a treasure chest than anything else.
<Myschii> It takes both of you some time to heave the heavy thing all the way to green grass.
<Myschii> knocking the dirt off of the box, you realize that it is some sort of treasure chest.
<Myschii> Ornate and lined with locks and expensive engravings, you can only imagine what riches it holds.
<Myschii> And how Phoenix would know it was here.
<Myschii> You imagine she would have a map.
<Myschii> Or maybe it was some knowledge that was passed down her family tree.
<Myschii> So when Phoenix pulls a ring of keys from her pocket and begins unlocking the chest, you heart begins to race with anticipation.
<Myschii> A distinct click follows each turn of every key.
<Myschii> Phoenix throws the old metal things behind her without care as they come off.
<Myschii> Your breath catches as she discards the final lock and throws open the chest.
<Myschii> [ ] Riches [ ] Happiness [ ] Love [ ] Hope
<Myschii> [ ] Lake
<writing_sensei> [x] riches
<Ataisai> [x] love
<Ataisai> [x] hope
<Ataisai> no wait
<Ataisai> [x] happiness
<Ataisai> >[ ] Hope
<Ataisai> "dammit, Pandora took all the good stuff."
<Myschii> (I wonder if anyone else is reading, and what they're waiting for it they are.)
<Ataisai> Dammit, somebody vote something good
<Spring> [x]Laaaaake!
<Millenia> [X] Kaguya (;D)
<Ataisai> aslfjvhe;lrkf
<Ataisai> I hate you people
<Ataisai> ...
<Ataisai> oh
<Ataisai> oh u, mill
<Spring> [x] Hope
<Millenia> But as a serious choice, I will choose Hope.
<Millenia> For is that not what the phoenix symbolizes?
<Ataisai> does it?
<Myschii> ('kay)
<Millenia> Not really, but it can be argued to do so, as it can never truly die no matter how badly you kill it.
<Myschii> Inside the chest is...
<Myschii> Nothing??
<Myschii> Your heart drops as you can't see anything but the empty walls of the box over Phoenix's shoulder.
<Myschii> But as Phoenix leans further in her hand scrapes along the bottom.
<Myschii> An lone and aged peace of parchment comes free.
<Myschii> Phoenix hands it to you without much explanation.
<Myschii> "That map can lead any one to a place where no one can go."
<Myschii> She says these words with conviction.
<Myschii> She stares into your eyes and with a quick hand, pulls a gun from her pocket.
<Myschii> *bang*
<Myschii> Before you can grasp what happened her body falls dead in front of you.
<Myschii> Flames spring from her corpse and only ash and a gun remains where her body just fell.
<Myschii> You stand in shock.
<Myschii> Have you gone crazy?
<Myschii> Is this a dream?
<Myschii> You wince as pinch yourself, but you answer your own question.
<Myschii> Phoenix is gone.
<Myschii> And you are on your own in the middle of nowhere.
<Myschii> The darkness of the night makes the tread back to town terrible.
<Myschii> You trip multiple times and have more bruises than you want to count.
<Myschii> And to top it off, you can't find a single building with a light on in the entire village.
<Myschii> You shout once for good measure, but with no reply, you resign yourself to sleeping against a tree for the remainder of the night.
<Myschii> Nightmares plague your sleep.
<Myschii> You wake up startled. Your arm reaching out to stop Phoenix from pulling that gun from her pocket.
<Myschii> You shake yourself awake as the light of the sun warms what little good mood you have left.
<Myschii> Curious and out of options, you unroll the parchment Phoenix gave you in her last moments.
<Myschii> A map of strange description unfurls before you. And like some joke, the map comes complete with a "You are here" arrow pointing arbitrarily at one end of the map.
<Myschii> A dotted line snakes across the nearly blank page.
<Myschii> And on the opposite side is an "X"
<Myschii> with some strange Eastern characters you could never read anyway.
<Myschii> You shake quietly with your own laughter at the absurdity of it all.
<Myschii> "So this map can take me to a place no one can go, eh?"
<Myschii> You start talking to yourself, no longer worried about anyone thinking you’re crazy.
<Myschii> You stare at the stupid thing for an hour...
<Myschii> It never changes though.
<Myschii> And you wonder if Phoenix last joke on you was worth it.
<Myschii> But something itches in your memory...
<Myschii> Meaningless banter from nobody cascades by your ears. A whisper of a whisper. Yet so very distinct.
<Myschii> And with a determination you didn't think you could muster, you set off to find a place no one can go. Your feet lead the way as you decide you'll find what you’re looking for before the end of the year.
<Myschii> And you know you will find exactly what you need to...
<Myschii> ...you have a gut feeling about that.
<Myschii> The end.
<Myschii> To be continued in the wandering street punk the CYOA
<Myschii> Probably not though
>> No. 15179
>>15108
You are a saint among men. Thank you.

(I wish I knew regular expressions.)
>> No. 15180
>>15108
now that is way better
>> No. 15181
>>15179
Here's a real simple way to just get things you said.

Save the IRC log to a plain text file (.txt) in the root directory (C:). Call it 'raw.txt'. Goto start->run and type 'cmd' to open the DOS shell. Type 'cd ' to goto the root directory. Now type 'type raw.txt | find "<Myschii>" > filtered.txt'. That will created 'filtered.txt' containing only things that you've said.

Only probably is that >>15109 left in votes. They wouldn't be included, since you aren't the one who said them. 'findstr' looks like it should work for that, but I can't get the damn thing to accept "[.]".
>> No. 15182
>>15181
DOS sucks for command-line text manipulation, and that would miss the commentary around the votes anyway. I just used TextPad and did find/replace on selections of the text.

For the regex, I've sort of hacked together a method of matching lines that don't match a pattern, which I end up using a lot.
1. Add a unique character to the start of each matching line: "^<Myschii>" to "#&"
2. All other lines now match as NOT starting with that character: "^[^#].* " to null
3. Strip the character from the remaining lines: "^#" to null

TextPad doesn't support some of the more advanced regex functions, so maybe Perl has a way of doing this in one line.
>> No. 28514
this sucks


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