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2025-08-12
Turns out pagination was broken (I'd tell one place a page should show 12 posts, and another place 15 and 3 posts would be claimed by the void). That's fixed.
Also added a lightbox for the lore page. Lightboxs feel a little bougie for Neo Cities but it just makes sense over there.
2025-07-30
Did some CSS so the full view on chosen posts will have a more legible font. Mostly for me to use on stuff like my wrestling reviews. Also introduced some custom pixel Stars for the Star Ratings, which is cool.
2025-06-24
Didn't realize the sidebar categories in the lore section were broken because of case sensitivity... Thanks, windows. š
It's fixed, now.
2025-03-15
Finally added the RP/Lore Log page, which is an entirely different (and more readable) design. Also moved from "RP" to "Lore". Lore is kinda a goofy overused word, but RP is that but more so and to be honest, very little actual RP has been happening these days.
Comments aren't totally set up on that side of things yet, but I can do that later. Time to start reposting old stuff.
Sayaka Kurara vs Saya Kamitani
Photo provided by Karami
Sayaka Kurara vs Saya Kamitani
All Star Grand Queendom for the World of Stardom Championship
Sayaka Kurara and I share a suffering. A gaping hole left in our hearts. The emotional wound left by the retirement of Tam Nakano is not one that easily heals.
Unlike me, Kurara can grieve in the ring. Even leading up to this match, she grieved. Obsessed by her inspiration, obsessed with the woman who banished her. Obsessed with the conditions that lead up to her retirement. Kurara couldn't over her career -- that is of no value to Saya -- so in her desperation she offers what isn't even hers. It's impulsive, foolish, and short sighted, much like Tam. Even at the Tam Exhibition, was a hidden room. Within it, an alter, laid out like a wake, in memory of Tam. It has been exactly one year, and the wound is no closer to opening. Instead, it's wider, clawed at, bleeding and raw.
