Just like the title said

cliches from all

"So this is decided Prakarti, Rihan and Ahaan will be doing this investigatory project together."Our Chemistry teacher said.
It's like I didn't hear anything else but my name and  Rihan's name, I was happy will be an understatement of the century, I was on cloud nine oh my goodness I'll be working with Rihan I can't believe it I'll be working with my crush, I want to dance here right now. But realization dawned on me that Ahaan will be working with us, nothing is wrong in working with him other than his Arrogance and Attitude.
I turned towards Ahaan who was sitting in the 4th row at the 4th desk and saw him already throwing daggers at me already. I don't know why he hates me so much with his heart.

Ryuu hamada is a very smart athletic guy who is also popular and is a first year at reality academy his friend Katsuhira izumi is his childhood friend he is also smart athletic and popular the story focuses on both of them and them reuniting with there childhood friends and crushes.

cliche~
-Apocalypse type novel
-A Small part of game first few chapters
-Evolved animals and hidden creatures surfacing

This is just a bunch of idea that I got after reading a lot of frustrating novels that pisses me off due to MC or story line.
(BTW same name for MC since I cant remember too many)

Have you ever wondered about all the cliches that were created, some of them forgotten and others persisting today?

Have you ever woken up from being black out drunk and then find out God is talking to you? No?

What about finding out that God wants you to go to another world? No to that too, huh?

Well looks like I'm destined to be an isekai protagonist. May as well have fun with it right? 

Save the world, rule the world, conquer the world? Who cares, I just wanna have fun seeing what cliches I can find

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Hey, person writing this here. 

Now this is not my first story that I have written but it is so far the one I am enjoying the most and have made the most progress on so bear with me if there are any mistakes or inconsistencies, just leave a comment or something and I will try to fix it. 

Also my style of writing this story is I am extremely open to suggestions, naturally I won't take all of them, but if there is a good one then I will by all means listen to it since I am not a perfect writer. Plus the more people interact with me the more I am willing to write!

Please note as well that generally my chapters are long so I will try to aim for 1 week intervals for releases, if people want me to release more chapters but just split the large ones into segments just so that it's once a day or something like that then I can give it a shot.

Thanks for taking a look, hope you like it
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Also please note I am not good at drawing hence the artwork being minimal(Aka a stock photo from the web. It's legal, I checked.) and the title is still up for debate since I'm not good at coming up with titles. So like usual, good suggestions appreciated.

Zohaifa entered Crazy town with great enthusiasm.
"How is this town going to be? Of course, it will be crazy," Zohaifa happily thought to himself.
But to his least expectation, the town was silent. All the houses were made of wood, each of them having a similar structure. Minor residences with a small balcony covered by a small shed. Everywhere. But most of the structures are broken. It looks like a haunted city. Zohaifa, confused, started searching around for people. It's not as if he did not find anyone, but rather the ones he found were peeping at him from the inside. He could see them. But he has learned to give individuals their privacy back on Earth. So, he did not bother them.
"Is this going to be a cliché ghost story? Are they going to mistake me as a ghost too?" Zohaifa wondered.
After hovering around a bit, he finally discovered someone. But as soon as he caught sight of Zohaifa, he started running in the opposite direction.
"That's so cliche," complained Zohaifa.
He ran to catch up with him.
"Why are you fleeing?"
"I don't know!"
"What? Stop joking! What's up with this ghostly town?" scolded Zohaifa.
He stopped, and so did Zohaifa.
"It used to be very noisy, hasty, and on top of all crazy. But the whole situation has changed," he answered with a frightened expression.
"I knew all along. Another cliche story will take place."
"No. A horrifying tale took place. A monster in the disguise of a Cant comes here. Though actually the beast is just a different species of Cant. I still like to call her a monster."
"Her? You could not defeat a girl?"
"Literally the species has no gender, but she is more appropriate. The trademark of the species is that they can reproduce and create a far stronger child."
Zohaifa got serious, "Tell me more."
"A member of the species only eat Aura. They eat them from nature, from animals, and birds. But they never get enough aura unless they eat the aura of a person. Whenever their bellies are filled, the rest of the auras are stored in the womb. And that's why I want to call the species as She. When they have enough in their womb, they vomit out their baby. But instead of looking disgusting, it actually looks cool. Therefore they are known as the absorpians"
"You are weird."
"I am just crazy. But since this species is so violent, most of the nations of the Cant world kill them at first sight. But there is a last surviving one. And a powerful one. She has chosen the people of Cant World to be its lunch. I mean, literally. She always comes at noon."
"It's not a cliche story, after all."
"It is almost time for her arrival. So, I will escape this place and head home," saying which he ran away.
Zohaifa sat in the middle of a dusty street in Crazy town waiting for her arrival.

A world (the Crystals) within a world (My life.)
A character (Zohaifa) within a character (Me).
A power (lightning) within a power (my imagination)
Join Zohaifa in his adventure filled with joys and torments.
From gaining Lightning powers to obtaining the time sword.
From travelling to planet X to going on an adventure in Cant World.
From joining cities’ internal tournaments to intra-galactic tournament.
From encountering the Prince of Lightning to a demon that feeds on planets.
Read the story of a World with people of diverse powers.

Release Schedule: 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 and 30th of every months. In other words, after every 5 days.

[Please note this is unfinished - it has more Julia development & I think it's a hilarious reference to the film Stardust Memories. There is no fight in this chapter and it is skippable. (For now. I'll eventually write its fight & it'll be canon.)
If nothing else, this chapter allowed me to vent my pretentious, artsy side like a steam bath.]
The following day, the four woke up to an artist in crisis.
"I don't want to fight Revenants anymore!" said Julia. "You can't force me to!"
"Julia, you're a Urasaria student." said Naomi. "People need to see us brutally murder criminals or they're going to think we've descended in to anarchism."
"I-I can't do that anymore, I was never any g-good at it. All that violent crap, it's, it's - it's grotesque and it's needless!"
Serena frowned. "You know, why doesn't anyone ever point out all the good needless violence has done for us?"
"That's right." nodded Kate. "You think back when we were cavewomen your ancestor didn't have to crack a few skulls to attract a mate? We didn't have English back then, you know. Couldn't attract someone using your words."
"Or by liking the same anime she does." nodded Serena.
"Exactly. Your problem, Julia, is that when you're not good at something, you prefer to think it's just not important in the grand scheme of things."
Naomi nodded. "Yeah. That's why you think art is the most important thing in the world and not, uh, basketball or something."
"D-Don't be ridiculous." muttered Julia. "My mother always tried to get me in to that c-crap in highschool. I-I remember stepping in to the locker room after tryouts, and, and these three beanstalks standing over me and shouting four letter words starting with 'k' at me, y-you know. I-I-If, if that was in Berlin during World War 2 they would've been locked up for being too anti-Semitic."
"And you never got over Donald Hall being named Poet Laureate."
Julia scoffed. "Of course I didn't! He's j-just a symptom of how real art doesn't get rewarded h-here. I-I hate that one cliche he uses about 'sweet death'. T-There's no craft there, i-it's the most overused phrase and it's not even true."
"I think there's a lot of people that would be glad to die nowadays." chimed Serena.
"Yeah." said Naomi. "Like all those farmers out in Kansas."
"Or highschool students." nodded Kate.
"Can you just leave me alone? I don't want to go fight Revenants, I want to write poems. There's - there's gonna be robot hosts sooner than robot poets. I'm making sure I have job security."
Serena blinked, and nodding to Kate, the two walked out. Julia sighed and walked up to the window.
"…what are you thinking when you look out there?" said Naomi.
"…I just think about … all the people and ... how unhappy most of them are, and… how they escape in to stories and art that isn't much better than reality, and… most of them go their whole lives without seeing a great film or reading a great book or poem… Y-You know, that's the problem with escapism. People like to say escaping in to anything is a problem, it's not. It's-It's only a problem if it's not giving you something that respects you. C-Cliche filled melodramatic crap doesn't respect you."
"Is there any way I can cheer you up?"
"W-What do you have in mind?"
"…I saw an ad for A Rainy Day In New York. We could go see that."
"…no, the last great film Woody Allen made was Crimes and Misdemeanors thirty years ago."
"Then we could go see the new Martin Scorcese."
"No, the last great film he made was Goodfellas thirty years ago."
"Or an Oliver Stone movie."
"Nixon. Thirty years ago."
"Werner Herzog."
"My Best Fiend. Twenty years ago."
"You don't like many movies, do you?"
"That's my problem - I love them too much and I end up hating most of them." frowned Julia. "I-I mean if, if even these great artists end up making total crap when they're old, what am I gonna be like when I'm - you know, I'm-I'm a good poet now, what am I gonna be like when I'm a hundred and fifty years old?"
"…uh. I dunno." chimed Naomi. "But you have a hundred and thirty years to find out."
"Oh, great." muttered Julia as they walked out and to the street. "I would trade ten months of that to write one great poem. I-I should've been a prose writer instead, that's much easier. Writing little stories about neurotics and lesbians with personality disorders."
Naomi blinked and her head shook. "…uh. This one's really fucking up my speech."
"Huh?"
"The Revenant?"
"Oh, um, yeah, me too." mumbled Julia. "Sorry. It's, it's just one of those lonely days for me."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Maybe. I dunno. You know, I don't even - I dated a girl in highschool and she left me because I didn't moan in bed."
"Uh, why?"
"I thought it'd be too cliche." muttered Julia. "Or political. B-But she, you know, she - she made me wear a shirt with a picture of herself on it a-and made me tell people I was her 'little' girlfriend. I-I don't like that kind of narcissism except in people w-who deserve it, like Walt Whitman or Rilke, or-or people who're nice to me."
- with the speed of light she turned, suddenly running after something; utterly clueless, Naomi ran beside her, seeing a dog rushing down the sidewalk ahead -
" - what - what is it?" said Naomi as they ran -
" - it's my, my sense of hostility towards my mother, I'd recognize that smell anywhere -"  panted Julia, relevantly - " - if I can just get a little more childhood trauma, I'll - I'll be a great poet in no time."
Naomi blinked as the two ran. "Isn't the point of life to try to seek out pleasure and not be so stressed over meeting some arbitrary standard? I mean, would you really feel like you were a worthless human being if you weren't a good artist?"
"Of c-course I would, what are you, some kind of nut?"
"No, I'm a psychoanalyst." chimed Naomi, digging in her pocket. "See? Here's my pipe."
"I-I had enough of that when I was younger. Laying down on cheap velvet furniture and they keep showing you ink drawings of pornography and your parents being disappointed in you."
The two turned the corner -
- and Julia sighed as she picked up her sense of hostility towards her mother. It licked her face, as was often the case with dogs. "G-Great."
She shrieked as it bit her hand and thrashed out of her arms, running off.
"…uh. Are you okay?" said Naomi, relevantly.
"I-I used to act like that towards her too, I get it." Julia nodded. "I-I feel much better, actually. Y-You know, if something, if something bad doesn't happen every now and then I start to get nervous, 'cause that means a big one is coming up. L-Like when you haven't gone to the bathroom in a couple of days."
Naomi blinked. "...uh, Julia, do you want to talk about something?"
"I-I thought we were."
"...sure." chimed Naomi. "Yep."
Julia nodded as they started walking, utterly clueless.
"So, uh... what about your parents?" said Naomi, taking her pipe out. "Do you haff any trauma wit dem?"
"Um, my dad made me read Faulkner when I was eight, but other than that, no. T-They used to call me their kindergarten genius. T-They do now, but they used to too."
"Do they know you're a poet?"
"No, um, m-my mother only reads romance, s-she wouldn't be able to appreciate it. She just thinks a stanza is that character on Seinfeld." muttered Julia. "But you know, even crappy r-romance novels just get straight to the point. At least you know what characters the author wants to have sex with. Real, um, real literature you have to read between the lines for that."
Naomi nodded and checked her phone for a text from Serena.
(…)
- with the speed of light Julia turned - " - that's our guy!"
"Our guy?" said Naomi, glancing behind to the crowd of civilians, Julia frantically pointing one out -
" - it's - the host who's causing this, it's gotta be him - he's gotta be the villain. He has an AbEx shirt on!"
"Uh, AbEx?" said Naomi, relevantly.
"It's those um, those stupid fucking, Rothko and Pollock, those artists that just fling paint on a canvas or paint a color swatch and say it's art, or that banana that got sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Even I could do that -"
" - but you didn't!" shouted the man -
" - BECAUSE ART REQUIRES SKILL! Y-You know, your big hero was funded by the CIA because they kept getting their asses kicked by the Soviets and -"
" - Stardust!" shouted their hack foe, and in the next instant…
[Fight.]
"…man." muttered Naomi.
"Did that not fix it?" frowned Julia. "I-I can't tell. I didn't even know anything was different until Serena started talking about classical music."
Naomi shrugged.
 

During the Cold War, superpowers in the form of bacterial colonies growing on one's heart begin appearing around the world. A new class of law-enforcing "hosts" is established over the next decades, given legal immunity to deal with violent criminals however they choose.

In modern day, Mia Schultz is a young socially awkward lesbian. She's attacked by an unknown man and given the power to control a swarm of fire scarabs named Worldwide, and as she's forced to begin her new job at Urasaria Academy, she's pulled in to a mystery on Worldwide's true origins.

Each year is 120,000ish words / 400 pages.

Updates M/W/F.

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