It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

Jim, an outdoor enthusiast didn't know how large a role he would play in the world's future

Like many of you, I'm a sucker for a good pokemon fic. Unfortunately there are so many of them out there that pretty much everything you think of has been done already.

So what can you do to stand out?
... 

Starting locations
Notice how many people start their journey in the same starter town, despite the fact that the majority of the people live in the larger cities of that region? 

Switch it up a little!
Have your MC start on one of the Orange Isles, Cerulean City, Lavender Town or whatever. Those trainers that hand around a gym in the games and city? 

Why not make the gym leaders distributor's of starting pokemon of their specialty in their municipality?

Want a specific pokemon? Make it an option to simply buy pokemon online just like you can buy cats n dogs off Craigslist, but make it a licenced trade!

You don't need to start in Pallet Town, or the equivalent there of in any of the regions, but if you do consider basing your story on a different character or SI into a different family.

Aren't you sick and tired of always reading about a variant of Ash Ketchum? Why not SI as Gary for a change? 

He's rich, and whilst he doesn't have a 'milf' that we know off, there's nothing stopping you from going after Ms. Ketchum anyway.

If an 18+ fic is your game, then consider genderbending Ash and applying whatever your stash consists of early to explain why she's tagging along.

... 
Superpowers
You want super powers? Of all the Aura using fics I've read, not once did its trainer truly justify the need for it. In the end it was just useless greeble to fill up the word count with self gratification.

If you want a useful superpower that's available in the pokemon world, just make your character psychic. The versatility of that in the pokemon verse is about the same as that of Jean, aka. Phoenix from the X-men.

Psychic in Pokemon means everything from telekinesis, to complete mind fuckery. Something that is even seen in the anime with the psychic who trapped her own parents inside her dolls.

You could, even talk with your pokemon if that's your thing, and if it's not, you can just make it a one way connection or something like a mental language barrier.

I sure as hell wouldn't want my Pickachu to share its thoughts if I were Ash, telling me my mum was right and that I should have packed more clean underwhere because I smell. ;)

... 
Financing
Something most people wonder is how the hack a Pokemon trainer could possibly sustain themselves financially, if they're not draining their parents dry.

A fantastic way to add dept to your character, and make them seem more competent is by tackling this issue with how you would do this.

Here are some ideas I would do:
- Vlogging
- Mini Series
- Stock footage (film, sound and photography) 
- Poketube channel with Trainer Hacks (tips, tricks & tutorials for all you do from pokemon to outdoor survival, to how to shoot that stock footage)

- Collect Sponsors
- Merchandise 
- Automated  Webshop /w Commissions

Hell, if your fic is an 18+ type you could even include the oldest profession or make outdoor videos of that nature.  

There is literally tons of stuff you could do in the pokemon world to earn an extra buck doing what you do anyway, that you can do IRL too. 

If you're writing a darker fic with an evil MC, you could even go for blackmail, theft, extortion and other mobster like activities to fund their travels. 

... 
Travel Efficiency
One of the most stupid things in Pokemon is how there are so many cheap long range travel options that people seem to forget. 

Its like wizards in Harry Potter. They have magic, and instantly lose their minds for any and all logic. 

If you have played the games, then you will know all of the fast travel options and if you know the anime, you'll be able to point out even more. 

- Flight

- Teleport (Butterfree is psychic and should by logic be able to learn it, and if thats your super power then so could you. 

- Riding your pokemon ( Arcanine and Ponita for example in kanto) 

- Riding a bicycle / mountain bike, motorcycle, car etc. 

The thing is, if you wanted to, every rooky and noob could catch a catterpie, train it up and once it evolved into a Butterfree, teach it teleport and you could spend your sweet ass in your own bed without lodging costs each night.

You could have breakfast at the kitchen table with your S. O. Or family. Something that really puts in perspective the absence of logic in the pokemon world.

Your character could make an awesome fic just by showing off logic in how to tackle these common issues that apparently the pokemon fanbase seems to be unable to sole as well!

... 
Set an unique handicap or goal for your character. 
Instead of following Ash his example, why not become a water pokemon trainer like misty originally intended to be? 

Set out to prove your preferred type's superiority over others, become a gym master or elite four yourself. 

Why not go out and charge down the realism route? 

Make pokemon dangerous, like some of the darker pokemon fics, where people are often found dead in the wild as the result of a bandit or pokemon attack. 

Sensationalise the Dangers of veridian forest, Mount moon and places like it, add mysteries like a serial killing samurai kid slaying people with his bug pokemon in the forest out of some self induced eco terrorist like agenda. 

If you ever turned on the news and saw a piece about an animal attack, then you know what sorts of things you can enter pokemon wise. 

Hell you can make traveling by sea dangerous because Gyarados have a taste for human blood and other such things. 

There is so much you can do to add to your story in the pokemon world, and there are so few people who think to take advantage of it. 

... 
Last but not least, Trainer Ages. 
Why bother mentioning an age at all? Does it add to your story? Is it vital for you to know the age of a Pokemon trainer? It's a handicap when you insert it and a good way to get the FBI kicking down your door type of jokes or outright complaints of people saying something is not even possible at that age. 

Another thing I never understand is the need to start a fic from birth or even before that and cover the entire childhood of your character, when it usually can be summed up with: this is x, x is a reincarnated person with super powers and he found Z pokemon as a kid and befriended it. 

People easily take 10 or so chapters to describe their characters childhood only to run out of steam and drop the fic before they even reach the first gym. 

10 chapters to describe they're Reincarnated, Can use aura and have a riolu or some other pokemon that doesn't belong in the region the story is placed in. 

All the while the entire story to that point can simply be put in a single first chapter that starts the day their pokemon journey at an unspecified age starts. 

How hard is it to summerise it to:
"My name is Randy Ketchum, the randy, reincarnated twin brother of Ash Ketchum that's been training to use Aura with the Riolu I encountered in my childhood. 

I'm excited to start my pokemon journey, tough I will miss the 18+ moments I had in secret with my mom."

That is like the majority of all published, aura using reincarnation SI pokemon fica with more than 10 chapters summerised in 2 mini paragraphs. 

If you're writing a fic. Don't waste your energy on childhood. Invest it on the actual time and space the show covers.  Because as you can see, your long conversations with your pokemon about aura and you tapping your mom are all dust in the grand scheme of things. 

Dust that no one misses when you sumerise the childhood to a funny, quirky introduction that gives people the lay of the land and allows you to move on to the real story. 

... 
I hope you've enjoyed my Opinion piece, with tips and trick to avoid clichés when writing a Pokemon story.

Leave your thoughts and opinions down below, try not to kill each other over them and if you write a fic inspired by some of these suggestions, link it. ;)

Thoughts and Idea's with regards to fanfictions, builds for characters, weapons and more.

I'm not an author, my interests in a concept don't last long enough to write it and I am admittedly not the strongest in writing a decent dialog.

I'm someone who is Hyper Aware of a lot of things, and one of them is if something severely lacks. Whilst I can do art Inspite of that, I just can't bring myself to write dialog that doesn't feel perfectly natural.

That said, I do often write drafts for stories, sometimes I even manage a chapter worth of dialog that any author would be proud to own, but when it's about the baseline that I achieve for my dialogs, then I prefer not to publish.

However, I do have ideas, so many ideas and thoughts on things that I feel the need to express them. Hopefully, they will be of help for authors, who are feeling stuck or unsure how to develop their story, or want to write one but are unsure about what to write.

So, long story short. What follows are drafts for fics and stories. Ideas on how to build a convincingly strong character without needing all those rediculously overpowered bloodlines and abilities.

Ideas on how to develop abilities and exploit them, that you might not have thought to try.

Because let's face it, a creative mind can make even the simplest of abilities into a versatile master piece.

All of those things, you will find here, sooner or later. So have fun, be inspired or horrified at what you read. ;p

Kinoko loved coming home to her master's secluded home. They lived in a traditional house, with large paper sliding doors, and a spacious garden nestled in the middle of the house.

Lucifer parked in the well-hidden outdoor garage. As he pulled in, the gentle tapping of the tree branches welcomed them home.

"Alright Kinoko," he said, putting the car in park, "I've got to go to some sort of writer's gala."

"Master you know, and I know, that it is most likely another award for your writing." Kinoko said, getting out of the car.

"Not true! It's not for me this time." He reached into his wallet and handed her a twenty, "I won't be home until after midnight, so order yourself a pizza."

Kinoko looked at her master. She closed the car door, frowning, "You're going dressed like that? You look like a peasant!"

Lucifer laughed, examining his brown robe, covered in tiny coffee and tea stains. "I'll be sure to change on the way there."

"Yes but, -"

Before Kinoko could finish her thought, Lucifer hastily pulled away. He made a quick turn, swerving expertly into the street.

She watched the car disappear around a hill and went inside.

The house was dark, as usual. The wooden entryway creaked with familiarity. Kinoko placed her shoes beneath the step and clapped twice.

There was a gust of air as the electric lamps flickered on.

This old house had no electricity. Instead, the light, heat, and water were managed by three lesser spirits.

These three lesser spirits used to be poltergeists; murdered family members that had haunted this place. That's the main reason why the villagers were so weirded out by Lucifer's decision to live there, of all places.

There used to be four, but Kinoko ate him, as he was quite rude to her master.

"Good evening Kinono!" Sanqiu, the spirit in charge of lighting greeted her.

"Hi San," she said, walking to Lucifer's study.

He was the youngest of the three. He had died a child, and still acted in such a way, sometimes playing pranks on the mailman. He enjoyed Kinoko's company more than Lucifer's, and on weekends they would go on mini mysteries around the estate.

Unfortunately, it was a Thursday, and she had business with Sanqiu's older brother Erxia, who lived in her master's study.

"Erxia!" Kinoko kicked some of the piles of paper out of the way.
Erxia was an odd ball, at least in Kinoko's opinion. He had volunteered to manage the water around the estate, but instead, spent most of his time in Lucifer's study. Obsessing over her master's writings, and always, always, browsing the internet.

The study was a large room, the floor and smaller shelves cluttered with manuscripts. Two bookshelves split the room into thirds, with the large sliding door giving a view of the spacious middle garden. Lucifer's writing desk stood closer to the left. The desk had a big red chair that was very much out of place. Her master had brought the old thing from hell. On the desk sat his personal computer, and a cheap coffee maker. The glass carafe was empty, and her master's favorite mug was gone. Kinoko assumed Sanqiu had had swept the place for dirty dishes. 

Right now, the sliding door was shut, and the smell of old paper and dust was starting to burn Kinoko's nose. There was another, lighter smell, one she identified as Erxia: damp paper. The room was a dark orange, as the sun was setting outside. Lucifer had requested the room only be lit using natural light. 

"Where are you?"
Normally, Erxia responded immediately. She knew where he was: in the corner, behind the tiny crook of the right bookshelf, probably on his ancient laptop.

She called his name again, about to squeeze behind the bookshelf, excited about a new mystery.
"Kinoko!"

The shout came from behind. Kinoko, turned around, scanning for Erxia.

Hm this place is a bit colder than normal?

There was a flutter of papers cutting from her master's desk.

An attacker?!

This has been dropped.
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Kinoko is a demon from hell. She eats mysteries and lives with her master Lucifer.

Super experimental story.

Cross jumped out the hole. Orion got up bloody and limping. Sarah was perfectly fine. We got to get to the Prime Minister's office. Yeah, let's go.
Prime Minister's Office.

Prime Minister Arjun was writing checks to each bodyguard who was protecting him. They would be furious if he didn't have their money. But who were they kidding? He was the Prime Minister of India. "Prime Minister Arjun we have visions on who the invaders' leaders are." "Who are they?" "Simon Frost and Yun Xing." "Where are their locations?" "We don't know yet." "Well, keep doing research." "Yes, Prime Minister Arjun."

 Arjun then saw a helicopter coming his way. A laser sighting pointed at the window. Arjun got out of the chair and went under the table. The shooter shot through the window and killed 5 of Arjun"s men. The helicopter then stopped by the shattered window. The shooter then walked into the building as the helicopter flew off. The shooter took off his mask. It was the leader of The Snake Priests. He stepped on glass crushing, it looking for Prime Minister Arjun. "Arjun there is no reason to hide." "It will be all over soon."

 The Leader of The Snake Priests walked passed him with knowing that Arjun was hiding under his desk with the chair pushed in. Arjun jumped out with a pen and tried to stab him in the back but was punched in the stomach making him spit out blood. "You trying to dry gulch me?" "That's a bitch ass move, Prime Minister Arjun."

 Arjun then tried to stab him again but was kicked in the chest by some black boots. "Why do you intend to fight?" Arjun then smiled when he heard some of his bodyguards coming up to his office.

 The Leader of The Snake Priests hid behind the door. When the bodyguards came inside and saw Arjun on the ground. "Are you ok Prime Minister Arjun?" "Look behind- Before he could finish his sentence one of their necks were broken and the other was stabbed to death, Till his chest was like tutti fruity jello. The Snake Priest dropped the bloody knife on the ground. Arjun picked it up and stabbed him in the leg. Argh!! "You fucker!"

 He tumbled back by the window. Arjun pulled the gun out from his waist and pointed it at The Snake Priest. He then shot him 2 times in the chest. He fell out the window landing on a car turning his insides into jello. Arjun got up and made a call. He then hanged up. "I need a drink."

 As he picked up a bottle of champagne and started to guzzle it down. He then dropped the bottle by an accident. "Fuck!" "This bottle cost me $1,300 dollars!!"

 Suddenly a bullet went through his neck. Gah!!! He dropped on the ground bleeding out. "Who the fuck shot me in the neck?!" Thought Arjun in his mind. Another bullet went through his skull splattering brains all over the Persian rug. 

20 meters away... 
Arjun was killed by a strange sniper rifle. It had a long silencer. A bullet that could kill a Nile crocodile. This rifle could even be used under the ocean. It was a prototype but it was a fucking amazing gun. He then called Yun Xing. "The job is done." "Prime Minister Arjun is deceased." Great job." "India is finished." The sniper was a robot.

 The robot then rested the sniper rifle in a suitcase. On the suitcase said The New Generation Of Outlaws. The robot then ran in the sky with feet that almost matched the messenger of The Greek Gods Hermes. Yun Xing who was in a submarine underneath the ocean. Simon Frost did not want Arjun dead. He just wanted to crush his ego. 
Back at The Prime Minister's Office.
Cross saw Arjun"s body on the ground with a hole in his neck and a hole in his head. "We were too late. "Cross look at this."This bullet is a new model. Look it has titanium alloy inside the bullet. "What it has some kind of writing on it." "It says you have been tricked by The New Generation Of Outdoor laws." "Cross, Orion!" "Its a bomb!" said, Sarah. The bomb then went off.

One fateful encounter with an extraterrestrial being leaves a man named Cross with inhuman powers and abilities. What will Cross do when he finds out international criminal organizations and government agencies want to dissect him and use the powers of the being for their own evil use? Join the adventure!!!!!!!!!!

Scarlet fidgeted in her chair as Debbie flipped through the printed manuscript. For a ten-year-old with no prior writing experience, the story was quite well written. It strangely reminded her of an old animated movie[1] that she personally found to be quite adorable.
Scarlet had a rather pure imagination and it was a pleasure to read it despite the grammatical issues here and there. The girl must have read many books for she was using many phrases she picked up that seemed a little too cliched for a piece of original work. If it was a school assignment to be graded, Debbie would not have hesitated to give her an A+ and send her home with a lollipop. Unfortunately, the girl wanted to be a professional writer. That meant that being good simply wasn't enough.
The tutor-governess looked up from the script and observed the puny creature before her and adjusted her glasses. Scarlet looked very nervous and even a little afraid. This took the ex-lawyer back to her teenage years when she was nothing more than a snotty brat who was only embarking on her journey to fame and freedom as an author. After many turns and tumbles, Debbie came to understand that the path of writing was more than fame and riches. It was difficult for one person to continuously seek out new experiences and inspiration to bring to the world authentic ideas without having everything sound almost exactly the same. As such, Debbie decided to leave her writing days behind as a memory that blazed with passion. The fire in her author heart was then channelled to become fertiliser for those who had grander ideas than hers. Debbie decided to become an editor for that very purpose.
"Hello Scarlet, I've heard a little about you from Mr Wilde. Won't you tell me more about yourself? I'm a little curious. Why would such a young girl like yourself be interested in such a boring hobby? Most kids your age would be more interested in sports or art or music... Some would prefer making friends and having fun instead of being cooped up in a room in front of a computer with additional self-imposed assignments to do. I don't know many children who would use the computer other than for assignment researching and gaming. You're the first child I know who wants to be a writer..."
The blogger blinked and looked at her hands. It was true. Most children would prefer doing other things. Even Alex preferred holding a paintbrush to a pen if she had a choice. Jasper was far more interested in the software applications on the computer than games, but Scarlet was only interested in the word document whenever she touched a laptop. Perhaps in the eyes of an adult, she was weird for having such a boring hobby.
"I just like reading and writing helps me get some of the things I couldn't say off my chest. I don't know who I can tell or talk to, but I just wish that someone in this big world can pick it up and read what I have to say. I'm not very good at communication..."
The editor put the script down and looked at the girl with seriousness. No wonder Wilmer was so worried about her. "Is there something you'd like to talk about then? I can listen to what you have to say..." she offered.
The feeling of having nobody to talk to about problems can really eat away at one's happiness. For a girl as young and as intelligent as Scarlet, this must be a really heavy burden to bear alone. Debbie didn't know what happened to Scarlet for her to be so guarded, but she heard bits and pieces of Scarlet's background from the CEO. The governess could only imagine what was going through this sweet child's mind while it all happened.
Scarlet made no attempt to say more and had her eyes downcast the whole time as if she was afraid of making eye contact. Debbie took the cue and didn't push any further. Instead, she changed her approach.
Scarlet was tense when Debbie reached for her bag. She didn't know what her tutor wanted when she took out a new notebook that had never been used before. The governess didn't say much as she pushed it across the table to Scarlet.
"I need time to read through the story you've written but I don't want you to be idle. This is going to be our secret communication diary, I hope you can take good care of it. I have approximately about another hour or so today so while I am reading through your manuscript, I would like you to decorate the journal and write the very first entry inside."
Scarlet took the notebook and looked at it. The book was a very common and relatively cheap kind that can be bought at any bookstore. There were single lined pages on the inside and it wasn't very thick, so Scarlet could easily carry it around in her school bag. The blogger vaguely remembered using notebooks like this back when she was in Keyman International for penmanship classes. Her teacher used to call it a Jotter Book. But the one Debbie passed her looked slightly nicer. It had a blank cover page made out of recycled pulp and had a lovely rough texture to the brown colour. It was clearly a product made by a company that believed in recycling. That gave Scarlet an inspiration and she asked permission to leave the room in search of decoration materials.
While Debbie appeared neutral on the surface, she was internally ecstatic about Scarlet's willingness to participate in the communication book. The tutor nodded and Scarlet hopped off her chair to find Claire. The penthouse might not have the materials she needed, but that shouldn't be a problem. Alex was quite the artist, so she could borrow the glue and colouring supplies she needed later.
"Claire," Scarlet knocked on the door to the kitchen. The maid was busy preparing ingredients for dinner when she heard a soft voice from the doorway.
"Hello Scarlet, how can I assist you?" the head maid quickly put away the carrots for the chef who was coming in ten minutes. It was rare for Scarlet to request anything from her so the head maid was slightly curious.
"Can I go downstairs for a little? I'll be back. This is for my classwork now with Ms Connor."
Claire was a little surprised. What kind of classwork would require Scarlet to go downstairs? 
"Why do you need to go downstairs? What kind of classwork has Ms Connor given you?"
Scarlet blushed a little and played with the end of her long side braid. "It's something I wanted to do, it's not really necessary. If it's too troublesome then I'll find another way to get it done. I'm sorry for disturbing you while you're very busy..."
Claire quickly denied it and held the girl by her hands before kneeling down to look at Scarlet who had her eyes to the floor.
"Look at me, Scarlet. I'm not angry or annoyed. I can make time for it, don't worry too much. I was just curious as to what kind of assignment it was. You don't usually enjoy going outside after all..."
Scarlet stole a peek at the serious maid's expression and looked around a little before leaning in to whisper her plans.
Claire smiled and ruffled the blogger's hair when she heard that. "I see. In that case, I shall have Sue or Tina to accompany you. I will also inform Mr Wilde about it just in case, if it's alright with you."
Scarlet brightened up at that and nodded before leaving to find her outdoor shoes. Claire watched the girl run off and reached for her phone. This new governess was making big waves and the head maid wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing.
Still, if Scarlet was happy, then it's fine. That was all that mattered to her.
Claire waited for the phone to stop ringing and wondered how Mr Wilde would react to the good news. Debbie Connor might just be the lady who knew how to pull Scarlet out from that deep and dark hole she dug for herself.
[1] *Aristocats - it's an old Disney movie, you can Google it up.


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

***

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*****

A YEAR AGO BEFORE APOCALYPSE

Eden is at her new place which is at the top of a bare rooftop of an abandoned constructed apartment building.

It looks like time had passed by for a few months since she had finished setting up her new place and there is camping equipment in the side and steel poles with cloth blankets and tarp to cover overhead in protection from the weather or protection during the night to hide from view.  They can also be used to cover and surround the rooftop during the night to block her and shelter from sight in the rooftop from others that might be able to see her on the top if ever the chance.

Eden looked around again at the grand city view and scenery before her even though it's the apocalypse, and then she looked to her large camping tent which is her space with portable cooking equipment beside it and one handmade medium-sized table and foldable chairs which are on one side corner of the rooftop and the other side corner is the watchers' nest lookout where there is a chair and small table with binoculars on top of it and sniper rifle.

Eden nodded in satisfaction at this and she walked straight to her tent and went inside and then took out her journal from her backpack that's inside the tent and there's also a rolled-up sleeping bag and other necessities or short supplies inside it.

She opened her journal and went to write another entry in it as if starting a new chapter to write the story of her survival in staying in the city alone.  She came out of the tent as she writes, going over to the watch nest and sat down to keep a lookout for enemies or dangers as well as she's writing.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: UNKNOWN DAY, 3RD MONTH MARCH, YEAR 2XXX

Wow.  It's unbelievable how much time had already passed.

Though I tried to mark the days as they passed by, I tend to lose track of my time whenever I get so busy doing what I had to do to make my new home, which I'm calling it my Safe Haven, livable and suitable for my stay here in the city and survive.

I may not know what this day exactly is, but I can still keep track of the months passing by.

Anyway, the Safe Haven is at an abandoned halfway constructed apartment building with a flat rooftop.  It's only installed with a simple fire escape emergency ladder and not the usual escape staircases like other buildings.  The constructors probably didn't have time to rebuild it again ever since the apocalypse started.

Since the entrances and exits on the ground floor of this abandoned building have been blocked off by the construction's avalanche of fallen debris and concrete from before on the rise of the zombie apocalypse, the only way in and out is by the climbing of the ladder.  Though it is newly built and sturdy, it is quite dangerous to climb since it's just a simple ladder with no protective spiral steel railings on it to prevent the climber from accidentally falling off it.

But it's useful for me anyway and I'm used to it since the abandoned building is only about three stories high and not too much more than that like the urban high-rise types of the city.

I've set up my space as a comfortable home-like you're living the outdoor life and used and set up camping equipment which is the majority of it.  There is the big camping tent with my stuff inside, and portable cooking and camping equipment out and besides it.

Then in another corner by the rooftop, I also made and set up a watch nest and look out for zombies and hostile enemies.  There are a chair and table with a sniper rifle and binoculars on top of the surface.

As for the car, it is parked on the main ground below, right next to the escape ladder and it was hidden from sight and kept safe from any stray survivor that might want to hijack it.

After finished setting up my home base at the rooftop, I'm planning to write down the various floor plans I'm going to make use for and build for my survival here staying alone in the city.

What are those you might ask?

Of course, to survive, even though I have stocks and piles of food, water, supplies, and weapons that are already in the storage units that I placed them safely and kept hidden from one floor below the rooftop, via an indoor staircase roof access that's there is also in the top of the building. 

You also need to have more like an indoor greenhouse to plant and garden crops of fruits and vegetables, cleaning bath-space, and water filtration units.

I'll get to that sooner as I write this down but right now I'm bringing this journal along with me and climbing down the indoor staircase which is also already built in this abandoned building and it's stable still and sturdy too, that's there is also to access on the roof.

For while I was writing this and doing lookout at the same time, I had caught sight of the group of evolved fast-running zombies that are about come towards the direction of my Safe Haven and I need to go down below on the lower floors to hide from sight.

I don't have time to put up the poles and surround the rooftop with the large cloths and tarps for the zombies are coming fast so I'll need to hurry.

I know you're probably wondering about the kind of zombies that has erupted from the zombie outbreak and initiated the apocalypse. Well, I'll be writing that down later of the zombie knowledge I had obtained during those three months for I need to hurry up and hide before one of those eaters catches sight of me.

This is Eden temporarily signing off for the moment.

Still alive and surviving to live on.

*****

Eden shuts her journal quick with pen bookmarked inside, putting it under her arm, and grabs the rifle, binoculars and ready-packed backpack and then almost sprints in a running hurry as she runs down the indoor staircase of the building and went down one floor to go through and enter another floor right below the rooftop where she can still be able to look outside the building, just in case.

She pushes through the door and went to an abandoned room which also views outside in a high point of view and then sets up her inner watchers' nest lookout, setting up space, preparing and being ready.

She sat down on a foldable chair that was there and sets up near raggy-curtains covered windows and then readies the sniper rifle gun to aim and shoot.  Eden already placed her backpack and binoculars beside her as she focused and looked through the scope, keeping a vigilant eye out for the incoming zombies that are about to be heading to the direction where she is.

Eden has been living in her new home, the Safe Haven for only a few months, but it looks like she's not going to let anything else, including the approaching zombies out there, to drive her out and away from it and force her to leave.

She gripped tight at the sniper rifle as she readied herself and prepared to shoot when necessary.

*****

*****

I am alone.
In a Zombie Apocalypse.
I'm on a self-journey to find more survivors or trying to find a safe place.
Or I'm just living through it and surviving all by myself.
Listen to my story.
Listen or read about my survival.
It is all here in my SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL

*****

A lone survivor.
Since the beginning of the Apocalypse.
She survives through a hellish fallen world.
With nothing but her wits and a few skills that she has from her former normal life and learned throughout the apocalypse.
Listen to her tale.
Listen to what she has gone through in her survival through everything and how she managed to stay alive.
Listen or Read her SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL.

*****

"How long have you been alone?"

"Since the very beginning."

"How did you survive by yourself?"

"Nothing.  Nothing but with just my wits and a few skills and smarts that I have learned throughout everything."

"I'm surprised you're even sane and alive for so long and being alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone.  I have my journal."

*****
(Author's Note: This is a fictional story.  It is not based in real life at all.)

News of the imminent showdown between the owners of Mamy Restaurant and Ricky's Rotisserie spread like wildfire. In one corner was the new restaurant making a meteoric rise up the Aden Square food competition rankings board, while in the other corner was a well-established rotisserie that had been in the Aden Square for several generations. This was shaping up to be an enthralling contest.
Of course, the most important factor was that this was going to be an outdoor contest. This meant that all of the spectators could witness the entire cooking process. A cooking contest of this nature had never taken place in the Aden Square before, and everyone was very intrigued. Those who were free all flocked to Mamy Restaurant, and soon, a massive crowd had gathered.
Some of them were regular customers of Mamy Restaurant, while some were drawn to the scene by the reputation of Ricky's Rotisserie, but most of them were simply there for a good show.
"We've got sunflower seeds, peanuts, ice water, and limited-edition stools for sale! You'll regret missing out on these!"
Xixi and Lulu were traversing through the crowd while advertising their wares, making regular sales as they did so.
The contest was due to begin in half an hour, but many people had arrived well in advance to claim a good spot. If they were lucky, perhaps they would be picked as one of the five judges. As such, many of them were getting quite bored, and bought some sunflower seeds, peanuts, and ice water to snack on while passing the time.
Not long after, employees from Ricky's Rotisserie arrived with two horse-drawn carriages. Under Ricky's instructions, they began to unload the heavy kitchenware from the rotisserie as well as a large mountain goat.
All of the customers looked on with curiosity. Many of them had had roast meat on many occasions, but they had never seen a live performance of how roast meat was made. As such, they were very much looking forward to the contest.
"Huh? Isn't that Mamy Restaurant? Why are there so many people gathered outside?" Robert looked on from a distance with a curious expression. He hesitated momentarily before making his way toward the restaurant.
A lavish horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of Ducas Restaurant, and Scheer emerged in a red dress. She was just about to get down from the carriage when she caught sight of a large crowd of people in the distance. She raised an eyebrow, and asked curiously, "What's going on over there? Why are there so many people?"
"Young Mistress Scheer, the owners of Mamy Restaurant and Ricky's Rotisserie are going to have a cooking contest there. Those are all spectators. Although, in a contest of roast meat, our Ducas Restaurant is still number one in the Aden Square and in Chaos City!" The restaurant owner emerged with a confident smile on his face.
"Mamy Restaurant? That's the new restaurant that has been quite popular, right?" A hint of surprise appeared on Scheer's face.
"That's right, but they're only barely making it into the top 30 on the Aden Square food competition rankings. Our Ducas Restaurant is still the number one." The restaurant owner nodded with a smile, but there was a tense look in his eyes. Scheer and the Buffett Family were major customers of Ducas Restaurant, spending tens of thousands of gold coins there annually. If they were to dine at another restaurant instead, it would result in a massive loss for Ducas Restaurant.
This restaurant has only been open for just over a month, yet all five of their dishes made the top 100, and one of them even made the top 30. That's very interesting. Scheer contemplated momentarily before sitting back down in the carriage as she said, "Let's go have a look as well. I'm rather curious to see just how this restaurant owner cooks to be able to earn so many loyal customers in just over a month. In that aspect, even I cannot compare with him."
"I'll be sure to keep your booth reserved in case you decide to return, Young Mistress Scheer," the restaurant owner said respectfully. He looked on with a complex expression as the lavish horse-drawn carriage departed from his restaurant. His Ducas Restaurant had reigned supreme in the Aden Square for so many years. Who would have thought he would feel threatened by such a small new restaurant one day?
Right at that moment, a slightly sharp voice sounded from nearby. "You look a little down in the dumps, Alva. Has your Ducas Restaurant released any new dishes lately? I haven't been here for a long time."
Alva's brows immediately furrowed as a hint of contempt appeared on his face. However, that expression had already been replaced with an amicable smile as he turned to face the middle-aged man beside him, and said, "Greetings, Mr. Febid. Sorry to disappoint you, but my restaurant has not released any new dishes lately."
Febid was a tall and thin middle-aged man in a long charcoal coat with a black hat on his head. He was holding a brown cane with a tobacco pipe in the pocket of his coat. He had a hooked nose with a mustache that was curled at the tips, and was appraising Alva with a pair of extremely intrusive brown eyes. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he said, "A restaurant with no creativity will be eliminated sooner or later. If you can't even release a new dish every month, then you might as well fire the head chef. Using the same dish to dominate the number one ranking on the Aden Square food competition rankings board is an insult both to the rankings board and to the customers."
"Yes, you're right. Our head chef is currently doing his best to create new dishes. His efforts should bear fruit shortly." Alva nodded, but cold sweat was already beginning to bead on his forehead.
A new occupation had appeared in Chaos City and on the entire Norland Continent in the past few decades. That was the occupation of food critic.
They made their living from writing reviews about restaurants all over the land, drawing large foodie fanbases and earning high income. Febid was one of those food critics, and was quite renowned even in the entire Norland Continent food circle.
Febid's popularity didn't arise from the fact that he had managed to discover many obscure forms of delicious cuisine, nor from how delicious he made the dishes sound in his reviews. Instead, his popularity arose from his sharp tongue. Almost all of the restaurants he had reviewed had fallen victim to that sharp tongue of his. Even Ducas Restaurant's most renowned whole roast pig received a review of "far too greasy, promotes inhumane slaughter of piglets!".
All restaurants reviewed by Febid were negatively impacted to a certain extent. As such, Febid had become the food critic most detested by all restaurant owners. If it weren't for the fact that he lived in Chaos City, he would most likely have been knocked out and stuffed into a rucksack before being thrown in a river.
Alva was scrambling for a way to get rid of this omen of ill fortune, and his eyes lit up as he glanced in Mamy Restaurant's direction as he said, "Mr. Febid, our Ducas Restaurant is most likely going to disappoint you today, but I can suggest a good restaurant for you to dine at tonight. You've heard about Mamy Restaurant over there, right? They're the most popular new restaurant in the Aden Square. After only over a month in the business, all five of their dishes made it into the top 100. The owner of this restaurant is having an outdoor cooking contest with the owner of Ricky's Rotisserie. Both restaurants have bet the ownership rights of their respective restaurants. Are you sure you're not going to have a look?"


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

For a coach, this advanced detector really is a great secret weapon! Dai Li exclaimed to himself.
Dai Li had been with the national team for some time, so he had realized that the training of first class athletes focused more on well-targeted small detail improvements. The physical qualities of the athletes who were on the national team were definitely impeccable. As a result, there were never any major shortcomings in their techniques. Therefore, besides the difference in ability, details were the dominant factor in the gaps between the athletes.
However, it was extremely difficult to pinpoint these small, specific problems. The techniques of the athletes had been developed over a long period of time. They had stuck with the same training methods for years—some even for over a decade—so it was very difficult for athletes to find these small problems themselves. Usually, only top athletes were able to recognize the small problems in their training.
Top athletes had already received high level training and accumulated plenty of training experience. In addition, their talents were better. Feixiang Lin was a good example of this. He could see the small problems in his own training and fix them accordingly. That was why he was a world record holder. However, athletes like Feixiang Lin were rare. Mediocre athletes did not have this ability.
Because most athletes could not diagnose their own problems, it was the coach's job. This was what the examination paper would be on to check the true ability of a coach.
The job of a coach was nothing more than to help train their athletes and help them during their match. The coaches of physical events, like basketball, soccer, and volleyball had to make a game plan during the games, which was also a test of the coach's skills.
As for non-physical sports, like racing, shooting, gymnastics, diving, etc., there was no game plan during the matches at all. The one who had better strength and performance would win. Because of this, training was the main criteria in these events to test a coach's skills.
As things were now, Dai Li had no chance of participating in the training of physical sports. It was impossible for a young man who was only twenty-five to be the head coach of a professional basketball or soccer team. Even a deputy head coach job was out of his reach. Even if someone as young as Dai Li managed to join a professional sports team, he or she might act as an assistant coach at best.
Because of this, Dai Li's main task was still training. He needed to find the things the athletes were bad at, then help the athletes correct them. The advanced detector truly was a miraculous cheating device that went against the laws of nature.
...
During the next learning and observation period, Dai Li began to understand the benefits of the advanced detector.
The detector indicated that this sprinter's main problem is his insufficient hip movement during running. The coach of the national team asked him to practice leg swinging, which should make the ligament in his hip joint more flexible.
This high-jump athlete's main problem is that his center of gravity fluctuates too much after he takes off. Because of this, his leg recovery makes his hip's center of gravity unstable. He was told to keep practicing on the low bar so that he can master adjusting his center of gravity.
The sprinter's insufficient hip movement and the high-jump athlete's unstable center of gravity could only be regarded as insignificant details that could not decide the final result. On the provincial sports team, these details would definitely be neglected; however, on the national team, they were picked out by coaches, and became the focal point of improvement.
Dai Li had also began finding deficiencies in athletes that had not yet been discovered by the coaches of the national team.
The detector indicates that the breathing capacity of this long-distance runner will be chaotic when he reaches his limit. The coach seems to have overlooked this problem, so there was no specific training arranged for him. Although the coaches of the national team are skilled and have a lot of experience, they are human after all. You cannot compare them to a detector.
With the advanced detector, the advantages and disadvantages of an athlete were easily accessible to a coach. Dai Li had more of an in-depth understanding on the training program of the national team, and suddenly became clear on a lot of issues he had only somewhat understood previously.
The last day of the two-month learning and observation period had arrived. The selection examination that had been mentioned by Li Xue was unveiled.
...
Early in the morning, 30 young coaches arrived at the meeting room. With paper and pens in hand, everyone was waiting for the examination to begin.
Just after 8 o'clock, Li Xue entered the meeting room.
"We will have the selection examination today. The person who passes the examination can stay and join our Youth Training Program. What I want to emphasize is that there is no 'passing' score for this examination. You do not have to get a certain score to earn the right to stay. In addition, there is no limit on the number of people who can pass the exam. It is possible that all of you will be able to stay, or that none of you will be able to"
Li Xue's stern expression and his grisly look immediately made several coaches lower their heads in an effort to avoid eye contact with him.
"Now, let's hand out the 'examination paper' and prepare for the examination!" As soon as Li Xue finished speaking, his assistant came up beside him with notepads in hand.
Coaches were also regarded as outdoor workers. During training, they always needed to record something, like data, key points to focus on, etc. Therefore, a notepad and pen was the standard equipment for a coach. All the coaches in the meeting room were very familiar with the notepads.
Dai Li thought the examination paper would be clipped to the notepad. However, when the notepad was handed to him, he found just over ten pieces of blank paper attached to the notepad. Dai Li checked each piece of paper, but he could not find a single word.
Just blank paper? Where is the examination paper? Dai Li looked around and saw that the rest of the coaches had also only gotten blank paper with their notepads.
Could it be that the questions will be given on the spot? Dai Li said to himself.
As he had guessed, upon seeing that everyone had been handed a notepad, Li Xue said, "During this examination, I will give you the questions on the spot. When you hear my question, just write down your answer on the paper. Now everybody go outside. Let's go to the training ground."
"To the training ground? That's quite an examination!"
"I thought the examination would be held in the meeting room."
"Is it possible that Coach Xue didn't prepare any questions? Maybe he will give questions about whatever he sees on the training ground. "
Although everyone was whispering, they still went to the training ground in a single-file line.
"I used to be a sprinter, so let's start with the sprinting group!" Li Xue led the coaches to the No. 1 Sprinting Team. The sprinters were training determinedly.
After a minute of observation, Li Xue pointed at a sprinter who was performing push-off exercises using weights and asked, "Why is this sprinter performing push-off exercises using weights? If you know the answer, just write it down on your paper."
Some coaches were deep in thought, while other coaches were writing vigorously.
Instead of starting writing immediately, Dai Li thought hard about what he was seeing.
Push-off exercises using weights aims to enhance the explosive force of a sprinter's legs. This is so obvious that even the most mediocre coaches could not neglect it. The questions given by Coach Li Xue should not be so easy!
As he thought this, Dai Li checked the sprinter with the detector. The advantages and disadvantages of the sprinter were shown to Dai Li immediately.
So that's it! The weakness of this athlete is unbalanced leg swinging during his running start. The push-off exercise using weights should help improve the balance of his leg swinging during his running start.
As Dai Li thought of this, he began writing down the answer on his notepad.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

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