An Interesting MMO

Today, I was looking for some games to play when I saw this: Kira Online. Since I was an anime fan, I knew where this was going. Death Note. Without a second thought, I chose to play that game. I acted like an idiot before the people I played with, as if I can’t think much and was just an ordinary person (which I’m not), and I survived for merely a second before someone shot me, or killed me because they thought I was a killer. Kira is how Japanese say for “Killer”. Here’s what the game’s all about, and what made me like it:

There are three kinds of people in the game – Kira, Detectives and Civilians. There are more among them, sniper, nurse etc. In each game, at night, Kira kills one of the people. The next day, people decide to choose who they think is Kira. Then the person who gets the most votes is killed and their identity is revealed. If all Kira are caught, the detective side (blue) wins. If they are not caught and all the cops/detectives are killed, Kira’s (red) side wins.

I can clearly say that it was inspired by Death Note, because, there are spelling or grammar mistakes (which might reveal that the person who made the game/typed those words is from a country with English as foreign language), I saw Hatsune Miku in the first page (A Japanese vocaloid) and Kira is identified with red color (Light’s hair changes into that, you know) and Detectives, blue (L). The gameplay is the same too. Kira kills people, both cops and innocent people and cops try to find him and kill him, while they also kill innocent people. Only here, there are no criminals.

I was sometimes Kira and sometimes a cop. When I was Kira, somehow people found it out. I was killed for a lot of times. Actually, I tried to be very funny and idiotic. Maybe that’s why I was killed. In one game when I was Kira, the host wanted Kira to kill him. He said “Kill me.” So I did it. He said I was Kira. And people agreed to him. I shouldn’t have done it, but wondered how it will be if I did. I was caught, somehow.

It was an interesting game to play. I played it on Kongregate. What made it different and what I liked, was the ability to chat with other players regarding the game. Everyone, whether they are Kira, detective or civilian, has the chance to talk to others. This makes us choose someone we think might be Kira, using the words they say. If someone was killed, they could leave a message on the screen in front of them. It’s a nice game to play for those familiar with Death Note and everyone interested in detectives, killers, MMOs and RPGs.


Three Different Teachers

Prompt: First!

It might be different in other countries, but let me call it high school. We call it junior college here. I was 15 back then and very curious about how this school would look like. Two years before, I studied at St. Theresa’s. This new school, Sri Chaitanya Junior College, was mostly like that, but there’s one thing missing: A playground. I had a friend with me. I saw most of my classmates from the previous years greet me. I was already acquainted with a student.

First of all, a teacher came. He had a serious expression on his face. With that same face, he asked us our names and how much GPA we’ve got in 10th grade. The maximum we could get is 10. He talked mostly about bridge courses (conducted in May). He teaches English. After 45 minutes, his class was over. This time, another man came. His appearance is mostly like that of a villain in a typical Tollywood film. Before me, my friend pointed it out. He told us that too, that he knows what we thought about him. He was the funniest teacher we’ve ever seen that day. He was a math faculty. The next class, a dark and tall man came. He told us about the choices offered by our school to choose a second language. There are… 14 languages, including French and Japanese. We can choose a foreign language. But we are not told that before, when we were joining. They chose Sanskrit for everyone. Probably because the faculty for foreign languages don’t exist. If I knew about it before, I’d have tried to choose Japanese.

This time it was a woman. The first woman faculty we’ve seen. She was a bit short and dark, and from my experience, people who look like that were always (believe me, it was true in my previous schools) biology teachers. What is she doing here? I chose math, physics and chemistry. MPC. She turned out to be a physics faculty. My favourite subject! While she was explaining things, she chose me and asked my name. She used me as an example in explaining a physics concept.

There were some other teachers I’ve met that day, but these were the most memorable. They taught us last year too. They taught me a lot more than just their subject. They taught me the human nature, and the ways we could deal with people. They wanted me to be the best, but that wasn’t what I actually did. That was the best time ever!

A Search For My Purpose

Prompt: Purpose

I have always been searching for my purpose. I ask myself a lot of questions like, “What are the things I like to do?” I always get answers like doing origami, MMORPGs, playing flash games, earning achievements in gaming websites and a lot of stuff which leads to nowhere. So I decided, instead of asking questions, I’d go back to my childhood days and try to know what I liked then. I liked watching Disney movies like Sleeping Beauty (that was my favourite) and Lion King. And even if I liked painting and drawing, I wanted to be a teacher. Because school was the only other place I knew then, after home. That’s not going to help. Fast-forward a couple of years to a new place, when I was going to high school. I think purpose and our career are somehow connected. At that time, what I wanted to be was a software engineer ‘just like everyone else’. But when our languages teacher told us to draw what your ambition is on the first page, I drew “Graphic designing”. I used that to remind myself that that was my goal. But maybe I haven’t got that creativity to actually do that. I’ve still got four years left to think.

But, still, maybe purpose and career are connected, but not as related as I think. I’ve always been thinking “This society is rotten” (And yep I am a big Death Note fan). This society is full of people who discriminate others based on their gender. I hate that, up to the point I see the discrimination in the most unlikeliest of all places.

Finding our purpose is very hard, but I’m sure it will eventually come to us, fluttering like a butterfly and flying away like a bird freed from a cage if we don’t catch it.

The Bricks From My Childhood

Prompt: Brick

I started drawing when I was two. That’s right. My dad says I drew a circle on a wall using a chalk piece when he drew it. You can call it the first brick. As a child, I experimented with colors (kids’ colors and acrylic and watercolors) using the expensive brushes that I bought. I liked drawing on small pieces of charts. They were such strange drawings, and I surprised myself when I saw them as a young adult today. Paintings of walking woodpeckers wearing skirts and pants and having different hairstyles. A lion which looked fat enough to eat an elephant. Green mountains with yellow light over them, when I tried mixing crayon colors for the first time. And there were, also, pretty gory and scary pictures as well. In one page I wrote “Don’t see this,” drew some people using my fingers and.. oh my. One had blue and red polka dots (Drew it with ball pens), one was vomiting blood, one had very small tree branches in their stomach. Then I wrote “See this” in another page. I drew happy people, using the same fingers I used to draw the previous ones. As I saw those pictures, I could feel it, the happiness and the darkness (creepy). I just couldn’t believe I drew that.

You can say that I started drawing again, after a few years of not holding the brushes. I’m slowly trying to understand the process. Fortunately, I did place the bricks in the right places as a child. I knew where the next brick should be placed. And now I’m even more confident that I’m going to build a nice wall. A perfect wall, which doesn’t protect me from anything, but stays as my strength.

An Exam

Prompt: Against All Odds

When I saw this prompt, the first thing that came to my mind, after a lot of searching, was my experience with a national level exam, JEE Mains. That exam changed my view of this country and my life.
We took a morning bus at 5 the day before the exam. We went to my examination center for the Venue of Test at nearly 8. As I was talking with my parents there, two girls of my age came with their admit cards. We talked to them. But when they said “We should bring admit cards. Bringing JEE application might also be helpful,” I can’t help feeling bad. I forgot my application at home! It wasn’t said in the bulletin that we had to bring it, so we forgot about it. So, we should go home and bring it. Such a waste. I wasn’t going to sleep somewhere else for the first time in my life (Yes I’ve never slept anywhere else except my home… during the night, at least). Fortunately, during those days, I used to get 100 MB of data (internet) for free on my phone. This time, I got 50 MB. I immediately downloaded the bulletin and searched for it. It said that we just have to bring the admit card. That’s all. So we went away from the school, in search of a place to stay.
It was getting hotter as noon was approaching. The previous night, we found a hotel which was available to book. We went there. An old man approached us and told us that all the rooms were booked. We lost hope. We didn’t find any other hotel near here.

We got on a bus to go to the central part of town. As we got off the bus and started wandering around, dad found a hotel. I’ve been telling him that I decided to go home. He said, as a last resort, we would ask them whether they had any rooms available. We went there. It seems they had.

In our room, I took out my books to study. The day passed rather slower than I thought. My parents were so bored. They weren’t prepared to sit or lie on bed silently, doing nothing. In the evening, we decided to get some fresh air and a break from the air conditioner of the room and my studies. As I was walking down the stairs, my foot slipped and I hurt my ankle. Going outside felt hard. Even as I walked up the stairs, and later sat on the bed, it hurt a lot.
That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. I remember hearing someone scream on the road when I woke up after midnight but went to sleep right after. The morning, I studied some formulae again and got ready to go.

The school was, of course, beautiful. With a big building and a nice combination of blue and white colors. What’s wrong about it was, the paint on the walls was cracking. The walls seemed very old. Oh well, at least the benches were big enough and there’s a working clock. I wrote the exam, met my mother’s friend and went home.

To those of you curious to know about my marks, I got 91/360. The qualifying marks were 100 for a general category (me), so I wasn’t qualified. But it was a nice try. And most of all, I learned a lot about myself, though in ways I can’t explain. I was also surprised by my own marks. To see that qualifying the exam was just 9 marks away. Equivalent to two right answers and preventing one wrong answer. I was so close, yet I thought I was so far away.
But, I am not disappointed. I did my best, like always. I accepted it with a smile. And I haven’t lost. What was etched into me through this experience was: Don’t give up until the last minute. You are closer to the goal than you think. As Paulo Coelho said, “If you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.”

Who I Am

Welcome to my blog. I am Sakura, a 17-year-old girl from India who completed high school. I love reading books and manga, watching anime, listening to songs and sometimes play games. The reason for creating this blog (and also changing it from A Citizen of Nature) is because I want to open up. I want to reach out to the world and inspire people to believe in themselves. Being a timid person I am, I want to be vulnerable and show myself to the world. My beliefs and principles came from the society I’ve been living in since I was born. I’ve never traveled anywhere far, but I still have an open mind. I hate gender bias. The belief that men are better, smarter, stronger (you name it) than women.

I like having deep conversations. I want to know what people believe in, why they believe in it and what keeps them moving forward, so I can learn more about them. I am a big fan of Michael Jackson and David Bowie. I do listen to some anime songs and Vocaloid, but I like listening to them more than anyone else.

What I want to achieve through this blog: Inspire at least one person to get out of their comfort zone and express themselves, know more about myself and the others and most of all, stay as the strangest human.

Hope you’ll enjoy my blog 🙂