I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with fiction. We currently live in an age where there are countless works of fiction iterated infinitely by the similarly infinite bounds of human creativity even to this very moment. Yet, it results in this frustrating problem where I as a reader need to comb through those countless works of fiction to find the one that satisfies my recreational needs just right for any particular moment. This is my fancier way of recounting my woes of reading mangas and manhwas.
I believe I found one of a kind mobile game and I would love to share them with you all today. The title of the game is Magium, which follows the story of an average human named Barry in his quest to obtain magic by participating in a continent-wide competition for mages from all over the world. Why? because the main price is access to this mythical “thing” known as Magium, which is only known by the rumors of how powerful and magically potent it is. Our main protagonist, who is obsessed with magic, believes that there is a chance that the Magium can grant him the ability to wield magic which was previously understood as a purely innate birthright of a lucky few in his race. Thus, we follow his daring adventures throughout the competition.
One of the things I have struggled with quite a lot in my life is this weird characteristic of “momentum” in my mental state. If I'm motivated by a project, I would literally spend hours grinding my mind and body away until I'm either satisfied my the result or rendered disfunctional by fatigue and/or frustration. However, if by any chanve I give myself some sort of break, I easily slip into a different problem where I give myself more and more leniency to the point of being a no-good bum.
I have been in college for 5.5 years, with that half being a personal break, and in that time I have noticed a pattern in my own behavior. I seem to be experiencing mild panic/anxiety attacks more frequently when it comes to college matters. I took that break from college in what was supposed to be my 5th semester and realized something horrible. I was not interested in mechanical engineering at all. I am in awe of how much innovation it took in that field to get humanity to our current level. But at the end of the day, it was just that. Fascination. It is akin to how you'd feel when you see beautiful scenery. I mistook that feeling for passion, and my judgment was also clouded by the logic behind choosing a major with one of the best prospects and also my personal history since my father is also a mechanical engineer. It felt like it was the safest and therefore correct answer back then.
There's nothing that tickles my need for contents of magical wonders quite like the show “The Librarian”. I've briefly mentioned before in another platform within the astral realm that it is a favorite TV Show of mine. It follows the story of a team of geniuses selected by a magical library to become librarians tasked to retrieve and secure magical artifacts so that they may not be abused by others for personal gain. Along their journey, they are accompanied by a guardian which was tasked to protect those librarians, be it their physical bodies or their hearts and soul from the temptations or other dangers of magic itself.
For the longest time, I've had a soft spot for pieces of media that are considered mediocre to most. I don't like them ironically, I think I'm just pretty easy to please. I can still recognize great pieces of media that deserve to be critically acclaimed, but somehow some of my favorite stuff on screen has been those that don't have much going for them. Some get on my favorite list due to more emotional/sentimental reasons, but some I can't explain away due to pure sentiments.
I was a bright kid growing up. I have talked about this briefly in my introductions, and it's said with not much pride. It was only helping me in the short run of school which grew more and more difficult to navigate using innate talents alone. By the time my innate talent ran out of proper capacity to deal with my problems, I had not learned how to deal with failures of any kind. It was one of the main triggers of my anger issues.
I have an odd fascination with the concept of stories and narrative. I believe it is one of the most profound aspects of the human experience. Even dating back centuries or millenniums back, our species has a deep connection to stories. It might be as ancient as the discovery of fire itself, if not older. So I find it fitting that the community I find most comfortable after a long search ends up being an astral campground by the great and mysterious Campfire. A truly fitting place to create and share stories.
Greetings! I am Pangkualam Singodimejo. It is a name I chose for my online persona, crafted through luck, vibes, and half-ass research on the internet. Truly a name fitting for me.
It is written in my native tongue, with vague meanings that I am not sure actually exist. “Pangkualam” is supposed to be a name that describes a person of brilliant and creative nature. It is an old custom where I live to name one's child with a prayer for the future of the child. Thus, this is my prayer for my own future. This part of the name is the one I claimed for myself rather recently. And it is the part I researched very lazily.