Okasare Kenny 1-1: Sulpa

This is my experiment in live(ish) writing a new novel/serial.  It starts here with Chapter 0.


1-1: Sulpa

"Right, our first target is Sulpa the Succubus," Celestrico said.

"Target? You make this sound like an assassination mission," Ken said.

"Well, d'uh.  What part of 'slay the demon queen and all her vile lieutenants' did you not understand?"

"I know, but when you put it like that it sounds so... I dunno... cold-blooded."

"Oh don’t worry, it will be plenty hot-blooded enough for you when you're fighting for your life."

Ken wasn't sure he liked the smile Celestrico gave him.  He liked the prospect of 'fighting for his life' even less.  Whatever he'd been before he'd lost his memories, he was fairly certain 'fighting for his life' had not been an everyday part of it.  Once again he wondered how the hell he'd been selected for this crazy quest.

"A succubus?" he said.  "Isn't that some kind of sex demon vampire thing?"

He dimly remembered them from various fantasy-themed videogames.  They were usually demon women with improbably voluptuous figures and a predilection for wearing very little.  Sort of like Celestrico, now that he thought about it.

"That's right," Celestrico said.  "Physically Sulpa isn’t very powerful.  She will try and avoid a direct confrontation if she can.  If she's forced to fight, she will fall back on her charm and seduce skills to confuse and ensnare her opponent.  She's a succubus, so she can appear extremely tempting.  A strong-willed hero should be able to resist her wiles, though."

Assuming he was a strong-willed hero, Ken thought.  It was battle enough to avoid staring into the creamy pink chasm of Celestrico's exposed cleavage every time they talked.

"Overall Sulpa isn't very strong.  That's why I picked her as your first boss fight.  You should have no problems overcoming her."

Even Celestrico was using videogame terminology.  This world couldn't be as it appeared, Ken thought.

They had left the hill behind and descended down into a lush, fertile valley.  The air was considerably warmer and more pleasant down here.  Sulpa's 'lair' was an elegant house located on the side of a path that had broadened out into a road.  The building was positioned as though it was a roadside inn.  The décor spoke of another, less salubrious, function for the house.  Red lanterns hung from the eaves.  Fancy pink silks billowed in the heart-shaped windows of the first floor.

Yeah, had to be a whorehouse for sure, Ken thought.

"She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force," Celestrico said.

"I see," Ken said.  "So she's like one of those sexy vampires.  She gives some poor sucker a flash of her ass or titties and then when they get close enough... rawr! she sinks her fangs in."

Celestrico watched his mime of biting someone in the throat with amused bemusement.

"Yes, but it's not that mouth you should fear," she said.

"So what's the plan?" Ken asked.  "I charge in there..."  He wanted to say 'guns blazing' and that reinforced just how wrong this world was.  If he knew what a gun was, why wasn't he carrying one of them around instead of this trumped up kitchen knife?  "...sword swinging?"

"No.  She'll see you coming and flee," Celestrico said.  "You'll need to turn the tables on her.  Make her think you're one of her usual victims so you can get up close and... rawr!"  She mimed stabbing someone with a sword.

"Sounds like a plan," Ken said.

He left Celestrico and walked towards the entrance to the inn-cum-brothel-cum-evil-succubus-lair.  What he didn't tell her was that he also had another plan.

As he tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword and approached the door he felt discomfort rise within him.  He expected that.  He was walking up to a house, sword in hand, with the sole intent of murdering someone inside.  If that didn't weird him out he'd be worrying about his mental wellbeing to be honest.  Whatever he'd been before that damn arch had eaten his memories, it wasn't a ruthless killer.  Every instinct told him this was wrong, a bad thing to do.

Unless, of course, Sulpa turned out to be the monster Celestrico had said she was.  He had no qualms about shoving his sword through her guts if it was that or let her rip his jugular out.  That was different—him or her, kill or be killed.

This was where his other plan came in.  It was the same as the other with one crucial difference—he wouldn't attack anyone inside until he was absolutely certain they were a threat.  He still didn't know whether he could trust Celestrico.  He wasn't about to attack of opportunity Sulpa only to find out he'd just run through an innocent and perfectly harmless young woman.  Nope, he'd wait.  The moment she went all Klingon-face and tried to fang him in the neck... that's when he'd shove his sword through her guts.

There was a sign above the door.

Rest a While and Partake of our Pleasures, Weary Traveller.

Yep, knocking shop for sure.

The door was slightly ajar.  He put a hand on it and his confidence evaporated.  Was he really going to walk into the presence of something that might tear his throat out at any moment?  Armed with nothing more than an overgrown penknife?  He definitely had qualms about that.  Lots of qualms.  Shit fucking tons of qualms.

Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside.


Hmm, I think Kenny might have got his mythical monsters mixed up here.  To be continued tomorrow...

Okasare Kenny 0-3: Celestrico

0-3: Celestrico

"I am Celestrico," the girl in blue said.  "I am to be your guide on this holy mission."

A down stroke of her wings floated her up off the rock on a gentle puff of air.  She gracefully landed on the path before Ken and gave him a little bow.

Ken blanched.  Definitely not human.  Not human in the slightest.

"My guide?  But aren't you... I mean... you look like a demon.  No offence."

Celestrico shrugged.

"It's the rules.  The questing adventurer must have a guide.  And you're going to need all the help you can get.  Standing in your way are thirteen of the most depraved and perverted beings in all creation."

Celestrico gestured to a thick expanse of cloud hanging above the path before them.  Hazy shapes formed in the mist like images projected onto a swirling screen.  He saw a parade of demonic figures flicker by.  It was a perverse assemblage of the grotesque and the arousing.  He saw gorgeous curves and the kind of kinky outfits normally reserved for hardcore German S&M porn.  Juxtaposed with that were body parts that were the wrong shape, in the wrong place, or in the wrong number.  Or even from the wrong species.  He glimpsed tentacles, a scorpion's tail, vines covered in thorns.  Some of what he saw was so alien as to defy all description.  The images flashed by too fast for Ken to get a good look, but slow enough to make a mark on his memory.  He might not be able to recall them now, but they would return to him in the deepest depths of either wet dream or nightmare.

The last was a looming shape as ominous as a thunderhead.  Ken saw nothing more than a black silhouette and yet it filled him with a sense of visceral dread.  And also—to his shame—a weird kind of perverse arousal.

"Wait, what!" he protested.  "I thought you said I had to slay the demon queen.  Who are all these others?"

And why were they all female?  And what the hell was this boner doing in his pants?

Celestrico sighed.  "You can't just walk up to the front gate of the demon queen and challenge her.  You won't stand a chance.  No, you must take out her lieutenants first.  That will level you up enough to be able to face her."

"Level me up?" Ken said.  "You make this sound like a computer game."

That was more evidence to Ken that this world was wrong.  He couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered a world of cities, technology and computers.  It was not a world where people used swords to solve problems.

"This is stupid," Ken said.  "Why send a single fighter instead of an army?  I'm going back to recruit more people."

Celestrico's eyes widened.

"You can't do that," she said.  "You're their chosen one.  If you turn down your calling they'll have you killed."

Fucking great.  How the fuck had he ended up in this position?  Surely he hadn't been dumb enough to volunteer.

"You shouldn't think so negatively," Celestrico said.  "I'm certain you were selected for a reason.  There are hidden powers within you.  And with me as your guide nothing will stand in our way."

"Why are you so keen?" Ken asked.  "Aren't you a demon too?"

Celestrico flashed him a vulpine smile.  "I'm a demon with ambition.  Each high-ranking demon you slay creates an opening for others to move up the ranks."

So much for the holiness of the cause, Ken thought.  At least she was honest.  Knowing she had a sensible motivation for all this, even if it was selfish, made him more confident she'd do her best to help him.

Help him.  Did that mean he was really going to go through with this insanity?

Did he have any other choice?

His memory was fucked.  He didn't have the slightest clue what was going on.  Until he got a better idea he might as well follow her for now.

The fact she had the nicest ass he'd ever seen might have contributed to his decision.

"Okay, lead the way," he said.

"Not yet," Celestrico said.  "There are protocols we have to follow first.  What is your name, brave hero?"

"Ken.  Ken Parker-Stone."

"Mighty Kenny.  Your righteous quest to slay the demon queen and rid the land of her evil begins here.  May your bravery carry you through to glorious victory."

Ken was amazed she was able to deliver that with a straight face.


Next up, Chapter 1: Sulpa the Succubus...

Okasare Kenny 0-2: Celestrico

0-2: Celestrico

"I take it you are on a quest to slay the demon queen."

"I am?"

"Why else would you be carrying that?"

The girl with the blue hair nodded down at Ken's left hand.  He looked down and realised his hand was wrapped around the hilt of a sword.  The blade shone like polished silver.  The weight and balance was perfect for his hand, and yet it still felt out of place—a foreign object grafted onto the end of his arm.

Ken looked down at the rest of his body and saw he was wearing a light tunic cinched at the waist by a plain brown leather belt.  On his feet were a pair of open-toed sandals.

No wonder he felt cold.

"This doesn't feel right," Ken said.

His outfit seemed a little queer… archaic.  It was the kind of dress only worn by someone in an old-fashioned swords'n'sandals movie.  Was he in cosplay as well?

"Yep, it is rather stupid," the girl in blue said.  "Every so often the frightened citizens of the human lands nominate a brave adventurer and send them on a quest to rid the world of the malevolent demon queen."

"That sounds dumb," Ken said.  "Why send a single person?  Why not send an army?"

The girl in blue shrugged.  "Beats me.  It must be some silly prophecy or something like that."

Ken looked doubtfully at the sword in his left hand.  Did he even know how to wield it?

"I don't think I would have agreed to this," he said.

"No-one said they had to be a smart brave adventurer," she said.

She glanced away.

"Actually, that might be a disqualifying attribute," she said to herself.

Ken looked doubtfully at his sword and then at the girl with blue hair and horns.  She did look sort of demonish.  She had horns.  She had wings.  She even had a slender blue tail with a spade-like tip.

Her tail kept attracting his gaze and unsettling him.  It took a while to click why.  The tail was doing something no inert piece of cosplay should be able to do—it was moving of its own volition.

If her tail was real, then it meant those horns, wings and bright red eyes likely weren't costume either.  And if they weren't costume then it meant this situation was even more fucked up and weird than it first appeared, as there was a real, actual demon girl sitting in front of him.

And if she was a real, actual demon girl and he was on a quest to slay the demon queen...

"Um, are we supposed to fight or something?" Ken asked.

The demon girl rolled her eyes.

"Pulease.  Do I look like a fighter to you?"

She had a point there.  She did not look like a fighter.  Given the amount of flesh her costume was displaying, another profession did spring to mind.  Ken pushed that thought to one side out of politeness.  That didn't stop his imagination throwing together various explicit images.  He was a young, healthy man after all, and—demonic features aside—the girl with the blue hair was seriously fucking hot.

"I am Celestrico," the girl in blue said.  "I am to be your guide on this holy mission."

A down stroke of her wings floated her up off the rock on a gentle puff of air.  She gracefully landed on the path before Ken and gave him a little bow.

Ken blanched.  Definitely not human.  Not human in the slightest.


to be continued...

Okasare Kenny 0-1: Celestrico

And it begins, a new little writing project for here while I wait for my muse to come back on the other, more important, writing projects.

Okasare Kenny

0-1: Celestrico

...and emerged on the other side.

Ken Parker-Stone paused.  Whoa, what had just happened?

He was standing on the side of a hill, somewhere near the top.  High enough to scrape the undersides of thick, fluffy clouds.  Grey mist billowed around him.  The air was damp and slightly chill.  Weather-beaten rock formations loomed out of the fog on either side of a seldom-travelled path.

Okay, what the fuck was he doing here? Ken thought.

He looked behind him.  The path carried on beneath a worn stone archway that stood alone on the side of the hill.  Whatever structure the arch had once belonged to had long since fallen to rubble.  It stood alone.  Its stones had been scoured by the elements and were covered in lichen.  The whole arch listed to the side like a battered hero—mortally wounded yet defiantly refusing to fall.

The mist was thickest beneath the archway.  Ken couldn't see through to the other side.  The same thick fog shrouded his own memories.  He tried to recall how he'd got here or even what he'd been doing moments ago.  Nothing.  The fog between his ears was just as impenetrable as the fog beneath the arch.

At least you still remember your name, he thought—Kenneth Parker-Stone.  And who are you and what are you doing here, Ken Parker-Stone? he thought.

He turned away from the arch and saw he was not alone on the path.  A few metres further down an attractive woman in bright blue clothing sat on a flat rock next to the path.  She spotted Ken and gave him a friendly wave.

Ken waved back.  He walked down the path towards her.  Maybe she knew who he was.

Maybe she'd also been brought here mysteriously, same as him.  She certainly wasn't dressed appropriately for hiking up the side of a hill.  She looked like she'd just stepped out of a fancy city-centre party, possibly one with a fetish bent.  Her long, frizzy hair was dyed bright electric blue in colour.  As bright as her hair was, her outfit—what little there was of it, as it was skimpy and covered little of her flesh—was brighter still.  Shiny blue rubber was stretched taut across her chest and formed a V as it covered her crotch and little else.  She wore thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves made out of the same glossy material.

She must be freezing, Ken thought.  Much of her cleavage was showing as was a circular patch of her flat stomach.  As good as it was at emphasising her gorgeous figure, it was not an outfit for hiking up hills on a damp, chilly day.  Not that she seemed bothered by the cold air at all.

Ken paused as he approached her.  There were horns growing out of her voluminous electric-blue hair.  They were long and swept back in an elegant curve like the horns of a goat.  What he first took to be a coat or cape resolved into folded up bat wings—dark blue in colour—behind her back.

Was he dreaming and her some fantastical manifestation of his sleeping imagination?

And a fucking smokin' hot manifestation at that.

No.  The mist might have leant his vision a dreamlike haze, but all his other senses told him this was real.

A word for her appearance entered his mind—cosplay.

What she was doing in cosplay on the side of this forsaken hill was anyone's guess.

What he was doing on the side of this forsaken hill was anyone's guess.

"Um, this is going to sound really weird," Ken said.  "Do you know me?  You see, I think I might have slipped and banged my head.  My memory is all messed up and I don't remember how I got here or what I'm doing up here."

"That'll be the arch," the girl in blue said.

Ken noticed her costume also extended to contact lenses that made her eyes the colour of glittering rubies, or freshly-spilled blood.

"There's enchantment on the stones to cloud the memories of all who pass beneath," she explained.

Enchantment?

"It makes you forget," she elaborated.

"Forget what?" Ken asked.

Why would he want to step under an archway that made him forget?  What was it he wanted to forget?

Why was he even taking her words at face value when they were obviously crazy?

"It's a purification ritual," the girl continued.  "It's to remove all impurities from the mind so there's nothing for her to latch on to and exploit."

"Huh?"

"It's the first step for all embarking on a quest to slay the demon queen."

Her words weren't getting any less crazy, Ken thought.

"I take it you are on a quest to slay the demon queen."

to be continued...

Introducing: Okasare Kenny

Coming soon on this very blog:


Okasare Kenny

Ken Parker-Stone is on a quest.  That’s what Celestrico, a sexy devil girl with blue hair and bat wings, tells him.  She’s his faithful guide on a holy mission to slay the demon queen.

Ken doesn’t trust her.  This world feels wrong.  It feels like a videogame.  Worse, it feels like a hardcore Japanese hentai videogame.  Ken needs to find a way out.  This won’t be easy.  Standing between Ken and the exit are thirteen of the most depraved and perverted monster girls in the universe.  And they want to do some very bad things with Kenny.  Naughty things.  Perverted things...


Slight change of plan.  I was going to jump back into the world of Jackson in HRPG-World, but this idea has been straining at the back of my head for a while.  Rather than fight it, I thought I’d let it leap, gibbering, into an unsuspecting world (and at the moment I’m up for trying anything to get back to a regular writing schedule).

This is my attempt to out-Violated Hero Violated Hero.  Or even out-Xelvy/Delphinus Xelvy/Delphinus.  Let’s see what the little black cells can come up with when given free reign.

As I’m going to try to pin myself to a daily schedule in the same way I wrote my Let’s Play series of Monmusu Quest: Paradox I reckon the pressure and strain will induce the required level of insanity after a couple of weeks.  Should be fun.

ETA: And the first part is now up 

Monster Girl Hentai Game Round-up: May 2015

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Let's Play Monmusu Quest: Paradox! part 50

Closing Thoughts (Yes, this is just an excuse to take it up to 50 posts)

This is the last post in my Monmusu Quest: Paradox: Chapter 1 playthrough.  Yep, I was crazy to do it, but people asked for it and it was fun if probably not the most efficient way to promote my own books.  The first part can be found back here and the series runs almost daily until we get to here, the end (until chapter 2 comes out).  At some point I'm considering migrating the blog over to a WordPress site, which will hopefully organise these posts in an easier way to navigate and ideally preserve all the original comments as well.  Thanks to the people that commented and more importantly provided corrections and clarifications.

I'll do a full review at some point.  This will serve as a point of reference for people that don't want to plough through 40,000 words or so of raw playthrough observations.  For here I'll finish up with some thoughts on the story.

The story is nicely poised.  Something went wrong in the past of one of the alternate worlds and now that's seeping out to devour other existences.  In the Paradox world multiple factions seem to be trying to get Luka (and Alice, although I don't know how depowered Ilias fits into it) to follow the same path as the MGQ series, even as far as going behind the scenes to change a world with friendlier relations between humans and monster girls to match the encounters the other Luka had in the first series.  It will be interesting to learn why this is happening in the forthcoming chapters.

I think once again the creators have achieved in their aim to produce something that isn't just a random sex game.  Just because the primary focus of the series is to shove in as many weird and wonderful explicit sex scenes with hawt monster girls doesn't mean the basics of storytelling such as plot and character should be ignored.  Paradox achieves this with a storyline that resembles the complicated plots of previous JRPGs such as the Final Fantasy series.

It's not been perfect.  Some of the re-visited locations seemed like they were only there because they were in the original.  A major plot point seems to be making Paradox!Luka follow in the footsteps of MGQ!Luka despite the differences between the worlds.  I'd have liked to have seen the story play around with those differences a little more.  Some of the re-visited sections felt like flat retreads of the original series only present because the creators wanted to include everything from the original game regardless of whether it fits or not.

The final boss for the chapter, Adramelech, also came out of nowhere.  Normally the presence of a powerful endboss is teased before they're actually fought.  I suppose this might be a function of this being chapter one rather than the whole game.

These are only minor niggles to be honest.  The rest of the game is suitably epic.  RPGmaker isn't the best at conveying atmospheric locations such as the haunted labs of Tartarus or a world crumbling under the onslaught of chaos.  That's what an imagination is for – after all, books don't come with Hollywood-style special effects either.  Overall Paradox is way more than most would expect from a mere 'sex' game.  Good work as usual, TTR and crew.

Now for some thoughts on doing this playthrough series.  I knew there would be a lot more content than the usual Violated Hero-type games I've done this for in the past.  For that reason I decided on a daily schedule otherwise it would take forever to get through the whole game.  Sticking to that schedule was fairly brutal and my other writing projects took a hit in the process.  I'll still be doing this for the future MQ: Paradox games, but probably not for every monster girl game.  It's too time-consuming and to be honest, the other games rarely turn out to be as creative or as interesting as this one.

What now.  One thing the daily posting schedule was good at was fostering discipline.  I think I'll see if I can stick to it for some of my original fiction series.  Knowing you have to put out 800 words or so a day is good for focusing the mind and keeping a story moving. (although please accept the quality – typos, etc – won't be as high as the ebooks I've put out.  I intend to be writing fast).  I know readers would love it if I did this for the Succubus Summoning series.  Maybe for a 301 arc.  201 is still being dug out of a pit.  Ironically, that one I did try to plan out in advance and probably made more mistakes than the more chaotically written 101 arc.

I think the first serial to get going again will be Jackson's adventures in HRPG-World.  They can be read here (1, 2, 3, 4) to get a flavour of what they're about.  So don't run away just because I'm done with TTR's Monmusu Quest: Paradox game.  Plenty of sexy monster girl action still to come.

The other thing I want to get restarted is the game design stuff I was fiddling around with at the start of the year.  That ended up going on the backburner with all the other chaos going on.

Also, if you've enjoyed what you've read over the last month or so, please support me by checking out my ebooks on Amazon, Smashwords or even directly from my publisher.  A stable income means I can continue doing series like this.  (and I guarantee you'll enjoy the books ;) )

Oh, and we can't sign off without at least some sexy stuff.

In Paradox Luka can challenge Death to a fight.

Yep it's a very bad idea (assuming you can even get past the full-grown Alice Death throws at you to prove you're even good enough to challenge her).

At least, like most of MGQ's denizens, she gives Luka a pleasurable send off to oblivion.

Oh well.  That looks like the last from Luka until Monmusu Quest: Paradox: Chapter 2 comes out.