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  <title>It's a Wonderful World</title>
  <subtitle>The World Ends With You</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>ネク・サクラバ</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-25T02:07:28Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:10151</id>
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    <title>17th Day</title>
    <published>2009-12-25T02:06:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-25T02:07:28Z</updated>
    <category term="not cursed"/>
    <category term="nice for once"/>
    <category term="city life"/>
    <lj:music>Takeharu Ishimoto - It's So Wonderful</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Neku's standing by a park bench. He's got a thick windbreaker on with a scarf obscuring the lower half of his face. Despite the weather, he isn't wearing a hat and his hair's already covered in snow. Not that he seems to care. He's more occupied with gazing up at the sky and... catching snow flakes?]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen snow like this before... There's so much of it, too. Reminds me of all those corny Christmas specials they used to show on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to say it 'cause I know this'll come back to bite me in the ass later on, but... this is kinda nice. Is this what Christmas is supposed to look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[End Video]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:9924</id>
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    <title>16th Day</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T20:56:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T20:56:16Z</updated>
    <category term="not affected"/>
    <lj:music>Takeharu Ishimoto - Black Market</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... he's back. Not that he remembers being here before. ...Unless he's lying to me. No. Not even Joshua would go that far. &lt;s&gt;I think.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder, though... how much &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; I trust him? He wasn't so bad when we were here last time, but who knows... Guess I'll just have to wait and see. &lt;small&gt;He &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; do a lot for me. Even if everything was his fault to begin with. I definitely haven't forgotten that.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty? Nice? I don't get it, what's that have to do with anything?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:9613</id>
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    <title>15th Day</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T01:02:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T01:02:25Z</updated>
    <category term="screw that"/>
    <category term="too many questions"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <lj:music>Hanaeryca - Make or Break</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it: Shibuya. There were the sounds and even some of the smells, too. But something was off... and that's when I realized it was too good to be true. Nice try deities, but it's "104." Not "109." I won't fall for the same crap twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room watching the... rain. Or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;...You guys really think this is the end?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((ooc: Ironically enough, he did see a "real" Shibuya. Just not the Shibuya that he's from.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:9458</id>
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    <title>14th Day</title>
    <published>2009-11-30T23:39:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-30T23:40:59Z</updated>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="must resist emo urges"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Neku's lying on the couch, his arms stretched upwards while holding a &lt;a href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/twewy/images/6/6a/Mew.PNG"&gt;plush doll&lt;/a&gt;. He pulls it closer as it to examine it and then starts... talking to it.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best they could do? I knew that whole thing had to be a joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He starts shaking it as if expecting it to do something.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've got a Piggy to keep me company. Great. Then again, knowing this place you probably aren't even the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Neku tosses the plushie across the room and rolls over so his back is facing the camera.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/End Video]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:9029</id>
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    <title>13th Day</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T04:41:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T04:41:20Z</updated>
    <category term="affected"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <category term="full of fail"/>
    <lj:music>Takeharu Ishimoto - Rush Hour</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[There's a kid rushing down the stairs with a book bag tucked under one arm. Naturally, he trips, causing the book bag to fly out of his arms and spill all over the stairwell: a Hello Kitty pencil case, a blue bento box that luckily manages to stay closed, a train commuter pass, and a can of spray paint. Neku stops to pick everything up, grumbling as he does so.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit... I'm late enough as it is. The teach is gonna &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; me this time. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((ooc: High school comedy crossover. Neku's late for school once again. For now he really does think he's a normal student on his way to class. Backdated to earlier today.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:8737</id>
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    <title>12th Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T19:39:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T19:39:56Z</updated>
    <category term="confused as hell"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>SAWA - Twister Remix</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Where the hell did all these people come from? What is this, another curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kind of reminds me of home, now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((ooc: Bring it on, fourth wallers &amp;gt;:D))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:8577</id>
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    <title>11th Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-23T03:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-23T03:17:53Z</updated>
    <category term="hear the noises"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="muzak"/>
    <lj:music>Makiko Noda - Long Dream</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He chuckles.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys call that &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; music? Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[A &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIeIvDqOttE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=D6625A18CF1C6E1A&amp;amp;index=3"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; starts playing, quietly at first and then it gets louder.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day streets are crowded with people&lt;br /&gt;Every night streets are jammed with these noise&lt;br /&gt;"Things are so strange, are they real or a dream"&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now, trapped in this city of illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the people, hear the voices&lt;br /&gt;They are reaching out to catch you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythms, hear the noises&lt;br /&gt;You are beating all the visions&lt;br /&gt;Is it angels, is it devils, whispering in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Is it emotions, is it illusions?&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day noises are killing these people&lt;br /&gt;Every night noises are waiting for me (but)&lt;br /&gt;"Don't run away, We've got no time left to fear"&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you now, still it's showing me illusions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the people, hear the voices&lt;br /&gt;They are reaching out to catch you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythms, hear the noises&lt;br /&gt;You are beating all the visions&lt;br /&gt;"In this long dream, can you find me?"&lt;br /&gt;Want you to, you call my name&lt;br /&gt;"In this hazard, chance of survivial?"&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the people, hear the voices&lt;br /&gt;They are reaching out to catch you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rhythms, hear the noises&lt;br /&gt;You are beating all the visions&lt;br /&gt;Is it angels, is it devils, whispering in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Is it emotions, is it illusions?&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Man, this song always makes me kind of homesick...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:8318</id>
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    <title>10th Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T21:41:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T21:41:48Z</updated>
    <category term="confused as hell"/>
    <category term="back to normal"/>
    <category term="what happened"/>
    <lj:music>WAKAKO - Give Me All Your Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, never doing &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; again. Whatever &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; was. Apparently losing your heart just makes you sit around doing nothing all day, huh? Great. I'll consider it a valuable learning experience, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's everyone been up to? And sorry to anyone I talked to while I was lacking a heart, or whatever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:8139</id>
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    <title>9th Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T00:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-07T00:10:12Z</updated>
    <category term="nothing to do"/>
    <category term="feelin&amp;apos; empty"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Accidental Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The video shows Neku's apartment, the same as usual: the messy couch, graffiti on the walls, and Neku himself, who's on the couch. He's lying back, his gaze turned towards one of the tagged walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's wearing his headphones, he doesn't seem to be listening to anything. Or doing anything at all. His gaze just remains on the wall as he lays there. He doesn't even bother to shut off the recording device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the video ends on its own.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((ooc: He's &lt;a href="http://princess-crow.livejournal.com/54578.html?thread=2929714#t2929714"&gt;had his heard taken&lt;/a&gt; from him. He's lost his interest in everything he ever cared for: music, art, his friends. He'll respond to anyone who tries to talk to him, just don't expect much.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:7753</id>
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    <title>8th Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-01T00:04:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-01T00:04:37Z</updated>
    <category term="new place new things"/>
    <category term="city life"/>
    <lj:music>Ayuko Tanaka - Satisfy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Accidental Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... it's not that bad, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salty as hell, though. Still, it sure as hell beats wasabi flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((ooc: He figured he'd try some sea salt ice cream after &lt;a href="http://obliviomancy.livejournal.com/25755.html?thread=2745499#t2745499"&gt;this conversation&lt;/a&gt;. He likes it more than he'll admit~))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:7505</id>
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    <title>7th Day</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T03:05:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T03:36:27Z</updated>
    <category term="screw that"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="must resist emo urges"/>
    <lj:music>Joanna Koike - Deja vu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Shiki's up to... I know she's okay, but man, it'd be pretty sweet if... No, if I think like that, she really will end up here and we'll all be trapped. She's better off back at home. Maybe she's even run into Eri by now. I can always catch up with her when I get back, anyway. I've got all the time in the world, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joshua... he was here last time. But he's probably got bigger things to worry about. Not that it matters, anyway. He lives in his world; I live in mine. He can do whatever the hell he wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/End Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I got off easy this weekend. &lt;small&gt;Now watch me get nailed hard on the next curse...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month's been pretty crazy, too. That whole prison thing, this past weekend... I'm sure next month's going to be even better with Halloween and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just keep being crazy, city. And I'll just keep not caring.</content>
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    <title>6th Day</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T20:17:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T22:51:11Z</updated>
    <category term="too many questions"/>
    <category term="bitter memories"/>
    <category term="philosophical conundrum"/>
    <category term="nothing to do"/>
    <lj:music>Takeharu Ishimoto - Amnesia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So yesterday had another curse that screwed with peoples' memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that, anyway? The deities pull a lot of crap, like raising mountains out of the ground and making it rain frogs or whatever. But a lot of the time they just settle for screwing around with peoples' memories. Is it because it's easy? Or is it because that's the best way to control someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. One day you remember everything just fine and you're perfectly sure of who you are. Then the next day you might remember things that haven't happened to you yet or you forget everything that happened over the past five years. So you're really just another person then. Can you even keep track of where you are in your life after getting your head messed with so many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power to change someone's identity at the drop of the hat... that's pretty messed up. Or hell, maybe our memories here are just made up and we're not even who we think we are. Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; would be screwed up. Not that I think that's the case in this city. Worrying about it wouldn't get me anywhere, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's food for thought, anyway. And definitely a sign that I need to get out more.</content>
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    <title>5th Day</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T22:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T22:48:56Z</updated>
    <category term="feelin&amp;apos; artsy"/>
    <category term="affected"/>
    <category term="graffiti time"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>J.D. Camaro - Three Minutes Clapping</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Video]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[The camera shows one wall of a living room. Spray-painted on the wall graffiti-style are the kanji &lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;音操&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. A boy walks in front of the camera, a can of orange spray paint in his right hand.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should about do it. This is &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; place, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end video]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:6852</id>
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    <title>4th Day [voice]</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T22:35:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T22:35:27Z</updated>
    <category term="confused as hell"/>
    <category term="affected"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <content type="html">Geez, either my sleep's still screwed up from that last curse or something's really off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's way too quiet, even for night time. &lt;small&gt;Scanning doesn't get me anything, either...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[he raises his voice a little]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;...Figures.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end voice]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:6530</id>
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    <title>3rd Day [voice] (spoilers)</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T02:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T02:27:38Z</updated>
    <category term="bitter memories"/>
    <category term="must resist emo urges"/>
    <category term="affected"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>Andy Kinlay - Game Over</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's weird how things turn out sometimes. Life. Death. Everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just gotten out of another mind-numbing, boring day of school and it's a beautiful day outside. So you figure you'll go do the usual. In this case, checking out that sweet mural by CAT in Udagawa. It's your favorite place to be. Where you can get away from the world — from all the noisy people you get tired of seeing day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, looking up at the wall and letting myself get lost in the design. It seemed like something out of this world. It didn't matter how many times I went to look at it. I'd always find something new. Something that I hadn't noticed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I heard it, some footsteps approaching. Fast. I turn around to see some kid running towards me, which seemed weird enough. Then I notice what he's got in his hand. A gun, of all things. Part of me is wondering, "What're the odds?" The other part of me is telling me to get the hell out of there. Of course, before I can even move, the kid points it at me and fires. At first I thought he'd hit me. I mean, what else was I supposed to think when I heard the loud "bang"? Then I hear some guy behind me. Turns out he's the one the kid was going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great, some loonies decided to have some gun fight out here and I'm caught in the middle of it," is one thought that crosses my mind. Unfortunately, my body won't move. I don't know if it was fear or shock or what. I just couldn't move a muscle. The other guy fires back but somehow misses every shot. I'm still not sure how that happened, but knowing this kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he chickens out and makes a run for it. The kid seems pretty pleased with himself. I'm still watching the other guy leave... and that's when I hear it. The "click." Before I can even react, I hear the gun go off again. Except this time, it's way too close. I don't even remember feeling the bullet. Everything just started going dark all of a sudden. Like I was falling asleep. Did he shoot me in the chest? Probably. I mean, that's the fastest way to finish someone off, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I wake up in some weird place. Something about a Reapers' Game and getting my life back. I say to the guy, "Hell yeah, I want my life back." And then he takes my memories away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're the chances of getting shot in the middle of Shibuya, anyway? Heck, anywhere in Japan? Lowest crime rate in the world, or so I've heard. I guess I'm just that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how life works, isn't it? Even funnier how it en—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...What the &lt;i&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt;?! I didn't even—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end voice post]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((OOC: Death to All His Friends curse. In other words, he's compelled to talk about how he died. The more you ask him about it, the more he'll talk, whether he likes it or not.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:6167</id>
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    <title>2nd Day</title>
    <published>2009-07-08T22:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-08T22:59:20Z</updated>
    <category term="annoyed"/>
    <category term="gimme back my pins"/>
    <category term="nothing to do"/>
    <category term="muzak"/>
    <content type="html">Looks like my pins are back to normal. I was getting kind of worried there, for a second. &lt;small&gt;What would I want with a ton of Aqua Monster/Ghost/Demon pins? Talk about a stupid curse...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to post too often in this thing, but since I'm here... it's not like I have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: How's this place for music stores? I remember there being a few around here &lt;s&gt;with really old stuff&lt;/s&gt; before, but it's been awhile. Even if time doesn't really move here, maybe this place actually got a decent music selection for once. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Man, it's times like this that I really miss good old AMX...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me stay over, by the way. There's something that's been bugging me, though. Can I talk to you somewhere private? In person? I don't want this on the network. I know you aren't much for filters and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:endswithme:6019</id>
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    <title>1st Day [VOICE]</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T23:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T23:39:04Z</updated>
    <category term="too many questions"/>
    <category term="intro"/>
    <category term="wtf happened"/>
    <category term="not this again"/>
    <category term="confused as hell"/>
    <category term="deja vu"/>
    <category term="not shibuya"/>
    <content type="html">Ouch... dammit. Why is the ground so weird... wait a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[his shoes scrape the ground lightly as he stands up]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't Shibuya... is it? &lt;small&gt;What kind of trick is he trying to play on me now? I lost, right? So what's this supposed to be? The &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; afterlife?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, something's off... I feel like I've been here before. Something about this place is definitely familiar. Now if I could just remember what it was. Ugh, I've had enough people screwing with my memories already. What game are they playing with me, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the only thing I can do is figure out wherever the hell this place is. I hope everyone else's okay... I've got a feeling that this isn't his doing, though. For once, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This is just like last time. Last time...? Dammit, it's like it's on the tip of my memory, but I can't quite reach it. I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've still got my pins, too. Cell phone? Check. No mission mail, though. And a... computer? Is this thing recording me? Gotta love technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[he ends the recording]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>The 20th Day</title>
    <published>2008-09-24T23:31:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-24T23:31:24Z</updated>
    <category term="screw that"/>
    <category term="not affected"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>Andrew Mitchell - Transformation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another screwed up curse to remind us of how creative you can get, right, deities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should count myself lucky. Seems like I got out of this one. Not that I've really... killed. &lt;small&gt;Not in the conventional sense, anyway.&lt;/small&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;small&gt;Erased, yes, but... that's different. It was them or us. It's not like I really enjoyed it or anything. That's just how the Game was... I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Do Noise even count? It's not like they bled or anything, they always just... evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder doesn't occur too often where I come from. I mean, most people my age don't really get a chance to. Sure, you could pull it off, but then you'd just get arrested and spend the rest of your life rotting in prison. What's the point? It probably helps that I come from a place with one of the lowest crime rates in its world. I guess a lot of worlds aren't like that, are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Locked to Joshua]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been affected? &lt;s&gt;&lt;small&gt;If you are, then would the blood be... &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;? Eugh, that'd be seriously messed up. How is that even possible?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Small text is hackable, but stricken out text is not.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The 19th Day</title>
    <published>2008-09-11T01:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T01:11:15Z</updated>
    <category term="joshua"/>
    <category term="r u gay?"/>
    <category term="affected"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>SAWA - Someday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filtered from the Grim Heaper]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Joshua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since you came out of the closet, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's cool if you don't like girls and all... I've got nothing against that sorta thing. Just thought I'd, you know, get a clear answer for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We're taking it back. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt;. You with me on this?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>The 18th Day</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T03:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T04:01:04Z</updated>
    <category term="joshua"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="brb being emo"/>
    <category term="my dear partner"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Voice Post]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... everyone... okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[the sound of someone breathing heavily can be heard]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys... didn't get erased... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better not have. Otherwise it'd all have just been a waste... &lt;i&gt;heh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to... go lie down for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Why did he... there wasn't even any reason to &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time. There wasn't any plan, there was nothing in it for him. Why did he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even here anymore? He... he'll be back, won't he? He &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to come back. Otherwise I'd... I'd...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/end voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Post TWEWY plot emo-ness. Poor Neku is... exhausted, but mostly unharmed. And now all that's left is... emo. Joshua's &lt;a href="http://22over7.livejournal.com/1557.html?thread=122901#t122901"&gt;gone&lt;/a&gt; for now. Also, sort of place holder. Will do most replies tomorrow.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>The 17th Day [Player Filter]</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T15:47:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-31T15:47:16Z</updated>
    <category term="joshua"/>
    <category term="not this again"/>
    <category term="must resist emo urges"/>
    <category term="my dear partner"/>
    <category term="new faces old enemies"/>
    <lj:music>Leah - Calling</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he... he really did it, huh? Wish I knew what the hell he'd meant by a "trade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought I was finally free from that stupid Game... Man, screw this city. This isn't supposed to happen, here! What about those stupid deities? I thought they were already running their own game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit it... I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; him right now. Shiki isn't here, Beat has Rhyme... I mean, we &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; work pretty well together, despite everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's weird... he didn't seem bothered at all by what Pi-Face was saying earlier. Did he know what was happening? He probably just thinks it's not much of a problem. Or... dammit. Can I really trust him? Last time he was the one pulling all the strings, what if it's the same this time, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I... I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to trust you, Joshua. But seriously, why &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; I at this point? I always feel like you're just playing with me. Even here. Just like before.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Joshua!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell are you, man? We can't win this if we don't make a pact!</content>
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    <title>The 16th Day</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T23:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T23:37:58Z</updated>
    <category term="annoyed"/>
    <category term="new faces old enemies"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <lj:music>Cameron Strother - OWARI-HAJIMARI</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[locked to friends and people he trusts | unhackable]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys... we have a &lt;a href="http://22over7.livejournal.com/"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, you already know who I'm talking about. Rhyme, Beat, I know you guys haven't run into him &lt;s&gt;yet&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story, but I'll make one thing clear: stay away from him. He's bad news, okay? I'm serious. He can't do as much here as he could back in my world, but I've got a bad feeling that he's planning something. Knowing him, it isn't anything good, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen all those &lt;a href="http://22over7.livejournal.com/744.html"&gt;random junk piles&lt;/a&gt; that've popped up around here lately? Those're his, too. Chances are that if you stay clear of those, you'll stay clear of Pi-Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[locked to Joshua]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well? I know you and him go &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[locked to Beat]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna take the apartment next to mine and Josh's? We should probably stick together, here. Oh, and uh... how's Rhyme doing so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[end of filter]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another curse, another day when I'm locking myself inside. You guys have fun with those... whatever the hell those are. Talk about creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: The first filter is for anyone Neku's friends with and/or talks to often that he isn't creeped out by. ...If that makes any sense.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>The 15th Day</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T01:32:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-17T01:32:43Z</updated>
    <category term="tin pin anyone?"/>
    <category term="curse"/>
    <category term="what happened"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Voice]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... guys? Guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Where'd everyone go? Where'd the secret ramen base or whatever go?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just gotta stay calm. There has to be a logical explanation for this... right? It's... a dream! Yeah, this has to be a dream. And I'm still asleep on the train... or something. Probably just going past Harajuku at this point. ...Yeah, that's it. I'll wake up to find some salaryman drooling on my shoulder. Any second now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Another Day Neku, from an alternate universe where Neku never entered the Reapers' Game. Somewhat less snarky, a bit more dorky, and even somewhat less emo. No psychic powers, either. The only thing he really cares about right now is playing some Tin Pin Slammer. Just a normal kid.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>The 14th Day</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T23:57:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T00:01:27Z</updated>
    <category term="joshua"/>
    <category term="screw that"/>
    <category term="missing home"/>
    <category term="must resist emo urges"/>
    <lj:music>Bump of Chicken - Namida no Furusato</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Private | unhackable]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over that long-ass guide again. I guess I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; alive, after all. Which makes no damn sense. I was dead! Hell, I was dead AND I got shot! What is this, reverse causality? Was it really all just some cruel joke? Did he really...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't be sure if it was him. For all I know, this place is doing it. And when I go back I'll be... I wonder what even happens after you get erased. &lt;small&gt;Heh, maybe I should ask Rhyme when I get back.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Roxas guy had a good point. How &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; I get back? At least the Game gave you clues. These deities leave you with jack. Even though I don't want them to be stuck, too... I miss them. Shiki... Beat... I just left them back there. After we'd all promised to leave the Game together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, all I've got is &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, now. It's like the second week all over again. He's got all the answers, but my chances of getting anything out of him are slim to none. Screw that. I mean, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; he isn't a bad guy. He saved my life, didn't he? Was he really just using me? Wish I knew. I... I still want to trust him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words keep coming back to me... &lt;i&gt;Enjoy the moment&lt;/i&gt;. Even though this place really blows, I gotta admit. I've... I've had some good times. Amongst all the bad. I've even felt my own little world expand some. Maybe this place... isn't so bad. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Kyon? Who's the new guy? Joshua says he doesn't know him, and last I checked there were only three of us in here. Is he someone you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The guy took a whole freaking 30 minutes to shower...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like all the slush is gone. Finally. The blinding white really gets to you after awhile.</content>
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    <title>The 13th Day</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T04:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T04:04:20Z</updated>
    <category term="hear the noises"/>
    <category term="muzak"/>
    <category term="playlist is oooold"/>
    <lj:music>Mai Mitsuda - Twister</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Favorite songs on my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mai Matsuda - Twister (3:37)&lt;br /&gt;2. Takeharu Ishimoto - Underground (0:49)&lt;br /&gt;3. Makiko Noda - Long Dream (3:11)&lt;br /&gt;4. Leah - Calling (3:25)&lt;br /&gt;5. Takeharu Ishimoto - Fighting For Freedom (2:05)&lt;br /&gt;6. Takeharu Ishimoto - Rush Hour (0:33)&lt;br /&gt;7. Cameron Strother - Ending Beginning (2:16)&lt;br /&gt;8. Takeharu Ishimoto - Dancer In The Street (0:33)&lt;br /&gt;9. Londeil "Taz" Hicks - Detonation (2:33)&lt;br /&gt;10. Takeharu Ishimoto - SHIBUYA (2:08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I think I need to try some new stuff. This playlist's getting &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Late post is late. All songs taken from the TWEWY soundtrack, of course. It's what Neku's got playing on his mp3 player.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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