Something I was proud of
Jun. 16th, 2014 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doggiedynastyLike I said before, I am embarrassed at showing my work. But then, I came up with the idea of showing excerpt of stories using photos.
I did a fanfic based on Future GPX Cyber Formula, particularly on its OVA series "Zero". Only a few people, or at least I know about two (Car dummy Miki Shinichiro did one as well?), has done Cyber Formula fics. That is especially in English.
And since I was impressed with the series, the TV show being smart and about a boy and a machine, and the OVA being dramatic with interesting visuals (my fun slowly being thrown away like shoveled sand due to bad subs, repeated footage, and Asurada oversteering its tail nearly into a circle and passing through a curve successfully to passalso, no K-sensei...), AND since I like cars, I wanted to go for it.
Want someone music?
[1.]
Henri Claytor of France, former member of the Theodolights team, couldn't help but laugh to himself. His wing and rear view mirrors showed only pristine road. He maintained a wide gap front and back. The fifteen year old racer was truly excelling. He felt that he had finally reached a cornerstone since the Canada race, increasing in points since then. A chance of both winning the championship and slapping shame against the one he felt disdain for the most was within his grasp.
[2.]
The boy giggled. The last curve was on the way. After that, he had Norway in the bag.
"Hmm?" Henri hummed with a gentle, cheerful tonality, like he was walking in the park without a care in the world, and having gotten away with a scheme. Something caught in his attention for a moment. The wing mirror picked up something. The German, he wondered; a white chassis loomed behind him, pursuing like a shark. It had to be Heinel's Stil. Henri was curious for a few seconds, and then he gasped in shock as the figure moved closer and closer. It smoothed through Norway's track.
[3.]
"Why did you come back?! Why didn't you just stay dead!?" Henri mumbled between his gritting teeth.
The two vehicles were parallel; speeds were over 600, and on a forty-five degree bank.
"This is your fault!" All the blood rushed to Henri's head; the desire to win, the anger, and the intense pull felt from his Garland sticking to the elevated curve all in one squeezed his jaw tightly together.
[4.]
"Your era is over!" Henri, being slightly faster, shifted Garland in front of Double One.
"GET LOST!" It was a gamble to move such a way: past the apron was a hard fall into the snow.
[5.]
[6.]
Henri was sitting in his vehicle stunned, thinking over Hayato's words. Words, unlike when he trained with his father, had a touch of consideration of them. They weren't sent with an ire that reflected his jealousy and hopes of wanting Hayato to disappear. Then, he remembered what he had done.
He thought of his evil. And he became discouraged. No, Henri Claytor couldn't win at all. Rats didn't win.
"There's no point. I can't win," Henri said, his head hung low.
[7.]
"Henri!"
"Huh?" In front of Garland was Double One. Hayato opened his canopy and his glare locked onto his younger partner. The volition reflecting from it was seen even through his helmet visor.
"What are you doing?" Hayato said. He gestured his hand in a wave. "Let's go!"
"Huh?"
"Run!" There was no hatred from Hayato.
RC Type!
Game footage. A nice rivalry against Knight Shumacher. There's also Kaga, Shinjyo, Hayato, and I think Hiyama Nobuyuki's character, Andrea. It's hard to tell because he has a scar on his forehead. Sounds like him. BGM is Identity Crisis.
I did a fanfic based on Future GPX Cyber Formula, particularly on its OVA series "Zero". Only a few people, or at least I know about two (Car dummy Miki Shinichiro did one as well?), has done Cyber Formula fics. That is especially in English.
And since I was impressed with the series, the TV show being smart and about a boy and a machine, and the OVA being dramatic with interesting visuals (my fun slowly being thrown away like shoveled sand due to bad subs, repeated footage, and Asurada oversteering its tail nearly into a circle and passing through a curve successfully to pass
Want someone music?
[1.]
Henri Claytor of France, former member of the Theodolights team, couldn't help but laugh to himself. His wing and rear view mirrors showed only pristine road. He maintained a wide gap front and back. The fifteen year old racer was truly excelling. He felt that he had finally reached a cornerstone since the Canada race, increasing in points since then. A chance of both winning the championship and slapping shame against the one he felt disdain for the most was within his grasp.
[2.]
The boy giggled. The last curve was on the way. After that, he had Norway in the bag.
"Hmm?" Henri hummed with a gentle, cheerful tonality, like he was walking in the park without a care in the world, and having gotten away with a scheme. Something caught in his attention for a moment. The wing mirror picked up something. The German, he wondered; a white chassis loomed behind him, pursuing like a shark. It had to be Heinel's Stil. Henri was curious for a few seconds, and then he gasped in shock as the figure moved closer and closer. It smoothed through Norway's track.
[3.]
"Why did you come back?! Why didn't you just stay dead!?" Henri mumbled between his gritting teeth.
The two vehicles were parallel; speeds were over 600, and on a forty-five degree bank.
"This is your fault!" All the blood rushed to Henri's head; the desire to win, the anger, and the intense pull felt from his Garland sticking to the elevated curve all in one squeezed his jaw tightly together.
[4.]
"Your era is over!" Henri, being slightly faster, shifted Garland in front of Double One.
"GET LOST!" It was a gamble to move such a way: past the apron was a hard fall into the snow.
[5.]
[6.]
Henri was sitting in his vehicle stunned, thinking over Hayato's words. Words, unlike when he trained with his father, had a touch of consideration of them. They weren't sent with an ire that reflected his jealousy and hopes of wanting Hayato to disappear. Then, he remembered what he had done.
He thought of his evil. And he became discouraged. No, Henri Claytor couldn't win at all. Rats didn't win.
"There's no point. I can't win," Henri said, his head hung low.
[7.]
"Henri!"
"Huh?" In front of Garland was Double One. Hayato opened his canopy and his glare locked onto his younger partner. The volition reflecting from it was seen even through his helmet visor.
"What are you doing?" Hayato said. He gestured his hand in a wave. "Let's go!"
"Huh?"
"Run!" There was no hatred from Hayato.
RC Type!
Game footage. A nice rivalry against Knight Shumacher. There's also Kaga, Shinjyo, Hayato, and I think Hiyama Nobuyuki's character, Andrea. It's hard to tell because he has a scar on his forehead. Sounds like him. BGM is Identity Crisis.
