Pusheen is a female cartoon cat who is the subject of codmic strips and sticker sets on Facebook. Pusheen was created in 2010 by Claire Belton and Andrew Duff for a comic strip on their website, Everyday Cute.

On the official Pusheen website Pusheen is described as being a female domestic shorthair which is grey and tabby. The original comic strip series included characters modeled after Belton, Duff, their dog named Care, and Pusheen, a chubby grey tabby cat based on Belton's cat that now lives with her parents in Oregon. Pusheen's name stems from the word puisín, which means kitten in Irish. Pusheen is sometimes seen with her sister, Stormy. Occasionally Pusheen and Stormy are drawn in different themes, such as Pusheenasarus Rex, where Pusheen is a dinosaur and Stormy is in a dinosaur egg.

Pusheen has become well known for appearing in Sticker sets on Facebook, which are images that can be attached to personal messages or comments. The feature, including a set of Pusheen stickers, was introduced to iOS in April 2013, and added to the main website in July of the same year. In an article for PC Magazine on emoji and unicode, Sascha Segan referred to Pusheen as Facebook's "proprietary emoji", being used as a form of Vendor lock-in.

In April 2017, the Pusheen Corporation acquired office space in the Park Ridge suburb of Chicago. The offices are used as a workspace for artists and photographers.

Pusheen is an example of the popularity of Cat's on the internet. An exhibition at the New York City Museum of the moving image examined the phenomenon, highlighting Pusheen alongside other celebrity cats such as Grumpy cat and Oil Bub. The Facebook page for Pusheen has over 9.4 million fans as of July 2017. The brand has expanded with merchandise including an app. Pusheen has expanded and moved beyond just Facebook and now takes part in multiple social media platforms such as: Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter. This cartoon cat also has many fan pages within the platforms and blogs dedicated to celebrating the comic. Its popularity has even allowed the Pusheen Corp to create an app that is an expansion of their sticker collection that started on Facebook. Within each social media account that is officially owned by the creators of Pusheen the cat has gained over a million followers and counting. Due to this rise in popularity the company has started releasing GIFs on their website several times a month.

The Pusheen corporation started selling Pusheen merchandise after the popularity of the cat took off in July 2010. The first Pusheen merchandising was sold on the Everyday Cute website as a charm keychain, and necklace. From there the Merchandising expanded and now Pusheen Corp have teamed up with many brands to create and sell merchandise in stores such as Barnes & Noble, Hot Topic, and Petco. They have even expanded their merchandising to the website Hey Chickadee with merchandise collections dedicated to the cartoon cat, which range from plush toys by manufacturer Gund, clothing, accessories, knick-knacks, and much more. They even have a quarterly subscription box (which is a popular trend within online shopping) that is filled with Pusheen Products.

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Raymond Bundi is a person who loves doing art in general, among them being: drawing comic strips, motivational and creative book writing, carving and composing music. He is strong to serve and has a bachelor of science degree in Eco-tourism and Hospitality Management which he was awarded on 9th December 2016 after completing his four year studies at Egerton University, Njoro Campus, Kenya. Deva Cathu's Mythos is his first published short story. 
His email address is bundiray27@gmail.com

This super-short-story is about a deity named Cathu, His creation, and the trials of His creation in its journey to becoming a perfected image of its creator. The story borrows its deeper meaning from the mythologies of Indian, Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Hebrew and Sumerian scriptures. It has derived its imagery from comic books made by Marvel and Detective Comics companies.

　　At the same time that Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance reached the top of Man Ying for the second time.
　　The recommended channel of Xinman.com comics, which has occupied this channel for more than a month. Click on the top post on the pirate post about Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance Chapter. The story of the eighth chapter of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance was also quickly updated. .
　　Many Internet fans who couldn't wait for a long time clicked on this post one after another.
　　Anyway, Xinman.com is also a well-known website of the Dragon Kingdom Second Yuan. Although the recommended section of comics is just a small channel of its insignificance, there are not many people who love to browse this section on weekdays.
　　But a post just hangs on the homepage every day, and over time, it attracts a huge amount of traffic.
　　"So this is ah...."
　　"I just said that I felt that something was wrong when Teacher Shui Xin painted Xuedaiba with a knife on her body in the previous few words. After reading this, it was true that Xuedaiba approached Jianxin for a purpose, and she wanted to kill with the knife. Jianxin's!"
　　"Isn't this a picture? Xuedaiba left the knife she had always carried on her body at home, which also shows that she has given up the idea of ​​assassinating Jianxin! And Jianxin has always known that she has weapons on her body. Right! In this case, I think even if she wants to assassinate Jianxin, the possibility is almost zero..."
　　"No, then how will this plot go next? Jianxin and Xuedaiba have settled their suspicions, and the two have lived a happy life without shame? Or is Xuedaiba finally attacked Jianxin, the protagonist Jianxin. .... Pawn, as the ending?"
　　"I don't know! Who knows what Ms. Shuixin's brains are, anyway, this comic Xuedaiba is my fan, she is my new goddess."
　　"I think the two of them are really together at the end. The ending of having a few children suits my taste."
　　"Is that a bit cliché?"
　　.....
　　After reading the latest update of the host, a group of people did not leave below the post, discussing the plot enthusiastically.
　　But at a certain moment, when they refreshed this post.
　　Soon, the three numbers 404 appeared in front of them.
　　"..."
　　"..."
　　"..."
　　....
　　Re-enter the comic recommendation section, and at a glance, the new posts are all a bunch of discussion posts about asking Rurouni Kenshin's Remembrance Chapter serialization.
　　"Crying, sure enough, this work failed to escape 404 Dafa."
　　"Forget it, this is what everyone expected. After all, the popularity of this work is so high. It is only natural that the comics that serialized the work will follow and report it..."
　　"Then what should I do now? It's hard to find a work that appeals to my appetite recently. Now that the serialization is blocked, where do I go to read it? We didn't sell the comic magazines in Los Angeles at all, and the comics agency did not open online sales. channel...."
　　"Forget it, it's also the online sales channel. Our comic company used to sell comic periodicals to people from other provinces on the online platform. It sold less than 1,000 in a month, and we didn't get it after a month. The provinces of Long Country have a strong sense of cultural protection. Except for companies like the Seven Magic Capital, they used huge financial resources, manpower and top-quality works to forcibly open up national sales channels. Other small and medium-sized comic companies sold successfully across regions. I've almost never heard of it. I just went to the two provinces to fight with their counterparts. In the end, it basically hurts both sides."
　　"Isn't someone who said that he opened a shop on Tianmiao? The man named Mingshi Laowang said that he could get the magazine Man Ying? Didn't he say that he was willing to buy Man Ying from Ming City to other provinces Do you want to deliver goods? The comics company doesn't like the sales on the Internet and doesn't want to do it, but Comrade Wang doesn't seem to be too troublesome..."
　　Ming City Lao Wang...
　　Many fans who saw this comment showed a thoughtful look.
　　...
　　In the evening, as usual, Wang Gebi opened a shop selling the four treasures of the study run by his own Tianmiaoshang.
　　Nowadays, business is difficult. The income of the bookstore he opened has dropped a lot compared with previous years, so he simply started a sideline business in Tianmiao shop, but obviously, the popularity is sluggish and the sales are bleak.
　　He still wondered if it would be the same in a few months, that day the store closed.
　　However, as soon as he entered the shopkeeper's back-end account today, the dense pop-up of private messages made him look dumbfounded.
　　"Pharaoh, is that you? The post has been blocked, and we have to transfer it from pirated readers to genuine. Please set up a storefront and set up a product to buy a comic journal."
　　"Pharaoh, didn't you mean to buy Man Ying to find you? How to buy it! There is no Man Ying Journal in your Tianmiao store!"
　　"Pharaoh, I'm here to buy the next issue of Man Ying, my address is ******, you can ship to here, and you can ship to pay..."
　　...
　　What the hell?
　　After watching for a long time, Wang Gebi realized that they were attracted by his original message on Xinman.com.
　　However, the speech he left at the beginning was only because he himself liked the work of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance, and he thought that not many people would turn the post from pirated to genuine after being blocked.
　　After all, in the past, there were many popular comics pirated on Xinman.com, and they were very popular when they were serialized, but after the posts were blocked, basically everyone liked what they were doing. I didn't read them after they were blocked!
　　But this work...what's going on?
　　Wang Gebi counted in the background, and he had already sent a private message that he was going to buy the next issue, that is, there were more than 20,000 comments in the comic journal starting with Chapter 9 of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　And this number of private messages kept rising while he was stupefied.
　　This is too different from the hundreds of sales he envisioned when he left a message!
　　How to do?
　　Wang Gebi was in trouble.
　　It's okay to say a few hundred quantities, but with tens of thousands of orders, he doesn't have so many people to handle these orders!
　　Although thinking about it carefully, for manpower issues, he can ask friends he knows who are also engaged in online shops to help second them, and then pay them a fee.
　　But how did you tell the publisher about the order for tens of thousands of comics and periodicals? A medium-sized bookstore in Ming City issued an order for tens of thousands of cuttlefish?
　　but....
　　Looking at the dense private messages, Wang Gebi's heartbeat speeded up a bit.
　　These are all money!
　　He will definitely not do it for nothing. If there are so many people ordering by then, he will definitely charge a certain fee.
　　Even if a journal receives a few yuan, this is tens of thousands! On top of that, his bookstore has made a profit for two months.
　　He thought about it and called his book purchaser.
　　"Brother Luo, ask you something..."
　　"What's wrong, Pharaoh?"
　　"I have some friends who want to order some manuscript periodicals, the quantity is a bit large, I don't know if you can get them there!"
　　"Manying? Lao Wang, what you said, I have been in this business for so many years. Are you questioning my strength?"
　　"Go ahead! How much."
　　"Probably, about 20,000 or 30,000 copies! But it is not necessarily. I will give you an accurate number before next Tuesday. After all, this journal will be released on Friday."
　　Wang Gebi didn't say anything to death, and he didn't know how many people would be willing to buy comics online at that time. Now there are 20,000 people who are privately messaging him, and they don't know how much it will become tomorrow. Know how many people are.
　　In the real situation, he can only open a purchase option for Man Ying in his own Tianmiao store. After UU reading www.uukanshu.com, how many people pay to place an order, he can be sure.
　　Brother Luo on the other side of the phone, "..."
　　"Twenty to thirty thousand? Are you entertaining me?"
　　"I'm serious."
　　"That's okay, just give me the order quantity before next Tuesday. If you really want the quantity, I will definitely be able to handle it for you, but you think about it yourself. After the order is placed, the goods arrive, whether it's your friend, or Whether your friend is you, it's your business if you can't sell it... How about hundreds of thousands of Dragon National Coins? Not a small amount!"
　　...
　　At this time, Cuttlefish and Chu Yu still don't know, their own works have unknowingly made their reputation in the base camp of Luo Province.
　　The cuttlefish executives who have set up nationwide online sales channels in the past would not believe that the monthly sales profit of the online sales channels they worked so hard at the beginning was not enough for the online store management staff to pay the salary, so they gave up after a few months.
　　Now that the owner of a bookstore in Ming City has been talking on the Internet, Manying's sales have risen by tens of thousands out of thin air.

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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I have been awed by the mystery and the powers of the elements since I was a kid. I think I ought to give credit to all the anime cartoons that was available in our time, especially when it dominated the Philippine Primetime shows in the 90's. I also caught the Funny Komiks fever which is actually quite an integral part of my childhood as I've learned to read and associate the words just by looking at the pictures – all by myself and with my twin brother, KC. This culture pushed me to draw pictures and cartoon characters that led for me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. 

As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I have started to make my own stories loosely based on the arena-type battles such as Dragonball Z, Pokemon, and Flame of Recca. We don't have much money then so we have to improvise to hone our craft. After the end of our school year, my twin brother and I used to pull the spring from my notebook and compile all the empty leaves to stitch 'em up together to form a thick notebook to make my cartoon stories – my very own comic book. We have made tons of it, usually strips of stories that ranged from ten to twenty pages at most, but by the end of my first year in highschool I finished a full length comic book story called "Pyrobot" – a robot created to protect the Earth similar to Combatron and Megaman. But this didn't make me happy though. The plot of the story is quite juvenile then, so I plotted a story – a serious one that touches topics of mystery and gives tales of adventures made by an entirely different civilization. That's when I conceptualized "The Omegatribe", which is the book's original title eleven years ago. I tried to plan it to fruition but then school made me extremely busy, it forced me to just put a pin on that project. 

Graduation came fast which made me happy for a bit thinking I could start the project in hiatus but lo and behold, college revealed to be my enemy too. I tried drawing slides and planned to color it in the computer by scanning it and rendering it on Photoshop but all was in vain as this takes too long a time to continue. This project is going down the drain and I could feel the urge of giving up but luckily, God has given me a window. He led me to our college publication, The Business Access Magazine, and this gave me the necessary foundation to make me adept in putting my thoughts into words. After gaining my bachelor's degree in Management at the Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila, I finally vowed to finish the story I started on 2003 and turn this comic book into a novel instead. On January 2009, I started to write it all up. It's quite hard at first as I have been writing it while taking another degree in accountancy at the University of the East. Also, the challenge is the research and plotting the story to make it complete. This ate time that it took three years for me to finish it and another year and a half to revisit the story: to create a time table, assign the time frame, and identify the lunar faces on each chapter. I have finished writing it on the same time I passed the board last year on May 2013. I have to thank God for this miracle as I couldn't have done it without his blessing, guidance, and inspiration. It's quite a challenging adventure, one that I am really thankful to experience.

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

March 2, 2013 – Saturday 7 AM – Ironstone, Ouigab
*ding* *dong* 
"Hey… Lady… and gentlemen. Sup? Y'all look like crap." Payew says as he welcomes the rugged – looking members of the Percussive Corrections in the living room. 
"Shyeah. Long f*ckin month. Long f*ckin trip too. I need to crash. I'll see you guys when I wake up." Ike says as he listlessly drags his luggage to his and Bay-an's room upstairs. 
Bay-an nods at Payew and proceeds to follow Ike with his own luggage. 
"*Yaawwnn* I slept 10 choppy hours on the bus… I miss my bed!…" Jenna too seems too tired to talk too and does the same. 
"UIhh. Bed sounds great. The bed at the dorm was too small for me." Ramil says and also proceeds to his room.
 Payew can only look at the band in sympathy.  
In the past three weeks, the band members spent their time on their internship which is based in the outskirts of Biongo City, a coastal city which is at least a 10-hour drive north of Ouigab. They have served under various civil engineers of their company. They also gained valuable field experience as the engineers actually treated the band not as kids that gets coffee and lunch, but as real assistants that were helpful in the actual job.
"At least we'll do some office work starting Monday. Nice to see you man. I'll go to bed too." Hoon tells Payew. 
"And, oh! Inson has the souvenirs we got for you." Hoon says before climbing up the stairs. 
"Here they are. Nothing much, just some specialty snacks from Biongo. At least you get a taste of Biongo and Japan." Inson says as he draws a paper bag from his backpack and hands it to Payew.
 "Man. You guys didn't have to…" Payew is surprised as this is the first time he is receiving something from the band. 
"Nah. The snacks there were awesome and I don't even know where you can find them here." Inson says before leaving the living room to his room.  
Payew, alone in the living room once again, can only shrug his shoulder and heads to the kitchen. After drinking a cup of instant coffee and eating a left-over dinner for breakfast, he proceeds to the studio in the basement to play around with the instruments. 
Unlike his usual post at his study table, Payew is planning on lounging around today. Even though he has stuffed himself with textbooks all school break to prepare for the upcoming semester that starts on Monday, and also to study early for the HedSATs, Payew feels that his brain needs resting.  
*Ring* *Ring* While Payew is playing the acoustic guitar, he is disturbed by his phone ringing.
 "Agew. I thought you were still sleeping." Payew answers, surprised at unusual caller. 
/You know I don't wake up late./ Agew says. 
"Hm. It's Sunday? Anyways. What's up? You don't usually call." Payew asks. 
/Yeah. I was gonna ask to talk to the band. Is the band there?/ Agew asks. 
"Yeah. But they just arrived from Biongo through a night shuttle. They're sleeping." Payew says. 
/Oh, okay. Wait. What were they doing in Biongo?/ Agew asks. 
"Well. They spent the past few weeks on a job." Payew explains. 
/Oh. I didn't know … I don't have their number./ Agew says. 
"Well, it's not like you have a lot to talk to them about anyway?" Payew says. 
/Hehe. True. But I really was gonna talk to them about something. It's why I called./ Agew says. 
"Oh? Why were you looking for them?" Payew asks, curious as Agew was never curious about the band.  
  /Okay. They're not making a lot of money from their music, right? / Agew prefaces. 
"Wait. How'd you know that?" Payew asks. 
/Well. They're not famous. Only REALLY famous bands make money from music, right?/ Agew says.
 "Hm. That's true. So?" Payew asks. 
/Okay. So. I was thinking, right? What if they don't just sell music but something else? You know what? Go online, I'll call you. It's better if I show you./ Agew says. 
"Okay…" Payew rushes back to his room, turns on his laptop, and soon, he is on a video call with Agew.  
"You were saying?" Payew asks. 
/Okay. Look at this./ Agew says as he shows to his webcam a black t-shirt with Jenna's face on a front-side-angle view, painted on it. 
The face however is not realistic, but is painted comic-book style. Jenna's face on the shirt, looks almost like some female character on a random romance comic book. But to those who are familiar with her, would obviously recognize that the painting is her.  
"Whoah! T-that's… That's Jenna!" Payew exclaims in recognition. 
/Yes. How does it look?/ Agew asks.
 "Looks great. But… what's that for? You like her or something?" Payew says. 
/Uhhh. What? Okay. It's not like that and she's too old for me... wait a minute, look at this./ Agew says, quickly picking up another shirt, with Hoon's face on it this time and shows it to the webcam, clearing Payew's misunderstanding. 
"Shit. That looks great too! You wanna sell those to them?" Payew asks. /No. Why would someone buy a shirt with their face on it? I want them to sell these to their fans./ Agew says.
 "OhhH! Holy sh*t! That's a great idea!" Payew exclaims in understanding. 
/Meh. I was washing an old 'Red Skirts' t-shirt of Tayaw's. That's where I got the idea. / Agew explains, but glad of Payew's opinion of his idea.
 "Oh. That's right. Well. It's not as fresh of an idea as I thought then." Payew says. 
/Hey. At least, my art work is fresh. The t-shirts of those rock bands and rappers all look generic. They all look the same./ Agew says.  
"Now that you mention… Wow. Your designs really stand-out." Payew says.
 /Thanks./ Agew says, flattered. 
"Okay… Those might actually sell… but they probably have hundreds or so fans who will buy those. Will you paint them all?" Payew says. 
/No bro. Why would I hand paint everything? I paint the artwork or template, then print the rest on the shirts, or even coffee mugs./ Agew says. 
"Oh…" Payew almost slaps his face. 
/Anyways. These though are gonna be handmade by me./ Agew pulls out a white porcelain vase with a Jenna playing violin, painted on it. Unlike the colored comic book style of Jenna's face for the shirt, Jenna is painted on the vase in simple black paint, line drawing style, outlining only some important details like Jenna's hair, posture, her body figure, and her violin.  
"Damn… That looks great. And! Classy." Payew is impressed again at the shiny handiwork. 
"Why didn't you color it though?" Payew asks. 
/It wouldn't be as , like what you said, classy. And… Jenna looks mysterious with only black paint and the shiny white porcelain background./ Agew explains.
 "Oh… No wonder." Payew nods in understanding. 
"hey! Wait a minute. You said porcelain, right? You made those?" Payew asks, as he noticed shiny and smooth surface of the vases.
  /Yeah?/ Agew says, confused at the reaction. 
"I thought you said porcelains are a lot harder to make than your regular ceramic stuff?" Payew asks. 
/Oh. Yeah they are. But I've learned the feel after failing a lot.  I can't make them perfectly yet like those Chinese ones Tayaw gifted me, but they look fine./ Agew says. 
"I see. Well. Damn. I wish I could make something to sell too." Payew is tad bit envious of Agew's handiworks. 
/At least you're smart./ Agew says. 
"Heh. Whatever. Okay. I'll give you the band's numbers. You can talk to them. Hey. Reserve me one of each of those the next time I come home, yeah?" Payew says. 
/Sure./  
O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O
10 PM, Villa Dei Principi di Sorrento – Sorrento, Italy
It is March again and that only means one thing for many film industry professionals around the world : it is the time again for this year's season of the Sorrento Film Festival. 
Just like any year, the judges for the film selections are still comprised of some of the most influential people of the film industry. The current jury includes the following: Maximo Moya, 46, an Argentinian screenwriter; Kenneth Green, 52, a British – African film director; Eleanor Riley, 64, an American film actress and producer; Madhuri Bhavsar, 30, a famous Bollywood actress; and Yuji Maeda, a Japanese film director. 
The rest of the jury have loose ties with the industry, but they represent the opinions of industry outsiders.  
"Hit pause please." Maximo orders their projector operator. 
"Thank you. Can we all agree to skip this film? It's been 20 minutes and I think there's nothing more to see and I bet it's gonna get even more horrendous than it already is." The man says to the group he is watching the film with.  
Sorrento has over 1,500 film submissions on average yearly. To process such number, the festival has a two-step process.
 The first stage is the filtering process by the festival's 'programmers'. The 'programmers' are various credible professionals that would see the submissions first before anyone. After discarding what they judge to be bad movies, they would pass the submissions they approve of to the hands of the official festival jury for the second stage. 
The second stage involves the jury watching the watchable submissions and voting which are to be selected for the competition of the festival's awards. However, the hundreds of films that make it to the juries, are still too much for its 10 members to go through. This led to the practice of the jury, of any festival year, to not finish certain films they see as lacking interest.  
"Thanks for stopping it. I thought I was the only one. The camera work makes me dizzy." Kenneth says as he rubs his brows. 
"Agree. It's confusing to watch." Madhuri says. 
"*sigh*. The camera work and the acting style just doesn't go well." Eleanor says. 
The rest of the jury also agree. 
"Great. We've all seen other films like it since we started anyway. I feel like a teenager me wrote this thing. I know where it's going." Maximo says.  
"Eugh. I love 'September Ninth' but that movie started this mess." Yuji expressed his frustrations.
 "Right? These… directors. If they don't know how to do it well, just stick with what they know!" Maximo says in annoyance. 
"Look on the bright side. At least not every submission is experimental." Eleanor says.
The film they just saw is not the first film that tried to adapt Tayaw's cinematography and acting. The camera angles used by Tayaw, while put in practice by other directors, are executed poorly and destroyed what otherwise could have been watchable movies had they stuck to the convention.  
"Damn. I just had to be jury this year… *Yaaawwn*… What time is it?" Kenneth asks the group as he stretches on his reclining chair. 
"Uhh. 10 PM." A young female jury member replies and also stretches. 
"Plenty of time for more. I hope we can discard more movies before bedtime." Eleanor tells the group. The group can only hope as well.  
"Alright. My turn, right? Let me draw the next one, if it's unwatchable, we skip it too, then we take a break." Eleanor says and one young attendant in the room walks towards her with a jar full of folded strips of paper. 
The group watch in bored anticipation as Eleanor draws one strip and opens it. Their boredom however is replaced by curiosity as they see the expression on Eleanor's face while she stares the strip of paper.  
"Aherm…" The Eleanor recovers her composure. 
"Speak of the devil… Okay. Next up. 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' directed by Isaac Yawat.'" The Eleanor reveals to her group. 
"Isaac Yawat?" Kenneth perks up. 
"He's finished it already? I thought it was just a rumor." Yuji says, dumbfounded. 
"Ohhhhh… Whatever. I can't wait." Madhuri says in excitement. The rest of the jury also start chatting with each other in anticipation.  
"Alright. I am excited too but I'm craving a cigarette. Let's take 10." Eleanor tells the group.  


A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Wyn was mad. Not at Robin, not at Eve, not even at himself. He was mad, no, furious at the people inside his dreams. Who are they? How dare they infest his mind? He would give anything to rid himself of these otherworldly, enchanting but painful dreams. The hazy and confusing individuals, who always seemed to tug at his heartstrings.
Wyn jolted awake. It took a moment for him to recognise his surroundings. This was a  common occurrence; his dreams enveloped him into a world so genuine and deep that he always forgot he was sitting somewhere in the wretched town of Springton, in Eve's office. His only reminder that he was in a world from afar was the piercing pain in his head that arrived the moment the world inside his head changed colours. 
"You're awake," Eve frowned. "What happened in your dream?"
Wyn did not respond. He bolted out of the massage chair. "I want to leave."
"Your session is not over," Eve said. "We have to cover five sessions worth of…"
Eve's words trailed away as she met Wyn's soft yet angry but tortured gaze. 
"I'm not asking for your permission." 
Without another word, Wyn marched away. 

"Wyn! Hey, Wyn!" Robin called after him frantically.
Wyn strode down the street, ignoring Robin's voice. He was absolutely exasperated by his  session with Eve. He hated remembering his dreams, for they reminded him that there is something wrong with him. It reminded him that he could never be as content as the person he was in the carefree section of his dreams and that he was doomed to forever be a lonely and grumpy man.
"Wyn, hold up!" Robin caught up with Wyn and placed his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from moving further as he panted to catch his breath.
"What do you want, Robin?" Wyn scowled.
"Look, I know you hate going to the psychiatrist, but I'm doing it for your own good."
"What good?" Wyn scoffed. "I'm remembering my dreams but I don't know what they mean or what they are. No one can tell me why I am constantly having these dreams, not even Eve."
"Alright, alright," Robin nodded his head. "I'll tell Eve to lay off the dreams. She will just treat your depression, alright?"
Wyn sighed in frustration. "I told you a million times, I am not depressed!"
Wyn is depressed. He was diagnosed several months ago when Robin sent him to visit Eve for the first time. Initially, visiting Eve was simply for her to hypnotise Wyn to allow him to recall the details of his dreams, for his dreams are the basis of his web comic series, Fairytale Town.
For as long as he could remember, Wyn had been having dreams of a strange, mysterious island. At first, he was perplexed and sought to figure out what they meant. He drew and wrote down everything he could remember on an online whiteboard. The more he did, the more his dreams formed a story. He eventually began to draw and write anything he could remember in the form of a comic, which allowed him to better recall and understand the events that occurred in his dreams. He had no intention of publishing his stories online, but on a gloomy and rainy morning, he dozed off at his desk and accidentally published it. He had spent the wee hours of the morning drawing out the frightening nightmare that he had the previous night and fell asleep at his desk. He unknowingly published his story on an online forum and the response was explosive.
After he grew popular online, fans of his story demanded more, but Wyn had no intention of publishing anything. He took down his first upload, but it was easily replicated. He did not enjoy the attention he received, for he was a recluse. Since young, Wyn had been a detached and moody person. For an unknown reason, everything and everyone around Wyn seemed to annoy him. He was a hermit, speaking to others only when needed and living in his small studio apartment by himself. After his popularity grew online, publishing companies took note of this and offered him a contract. Wyn--who had been earning a meagre sum working as a night watchman at the Springton Museum--was convinced by a dedicated Robin to sign with his company after learning that he could earn much more money as a comic artist than he could ever earn as a night watchman.
He initially believed that his new career would be easy. After all, he would be doing what he loved—drawing and writing—for money.
He was wrong.
The pressure of churning out chapter after chapter of Fairytale Town broke Wyn. His stories were based off his dreams to allow him to investigate them, but somewhere along the line, he realised that no one could give him the answer to his strange dreams. He ceased production of his stories. That did not sit well with the public nor the publishing company. With a contract at hand and his career at risk, Wyn could only do as he was told and continue to pen down the dreams he had. It was easy to pen down the happy dreams, but it pained Wyn every time he had to pen down the frightening dreams. After he finished the first series of Fairytale Town, Wyn received an enormous sum of money that transformed him from poor wannabe author to millionaire comic artist. Though he informed his publishing company that he did not want to continue Fairytale Town, he was forced to begin the second series of the web comic immediately. Not wanting to recall his dreams, he lied to Robin that he could not remember the details, but that only prompted him to search for a psychiatrist to hypnotise Wyn to allow him to remember his dreams. That was when he was introduced to Eve and diagnosed with depression. Wyn did not care about Eve or her sessions, and skipped plenty of them without informing Robin, but eventually he found out. Bounded by his contract, Wyn had no choice but to visit Eve and continue to draw and write under the watchful eye of his company. In spite of this, after Wyn had published twenty-six chapters of the second series of Fairytale Town and received his second paycheck from his publishing company, Wyn simply disappeared from the face of the city. He had wanted to escape for a long time, for putting down his dreams in colours only brought him pain and confusion. He had enough money to disappear and do whatever he wanted, so he did. But now, with the threat of his copyright being robbed from him, Wyn could no longer hide from Robin and his publishing company.
"You're an alcoholic and drug addict. Do you think that I don't know that you have been  popping pills?" Robin hissed. 
It was true. Wyn had been abusing drugs for a period of time. The alcohol made his mind drift away, and the drugs made him numb. It placed him in a world that was neither Springton nor the island. It was a void, where only he existed. The absence of emotion allowed him to do whatever he wanted without being haunted by his dreams or his publisher.
"Those are medicinal," Wyn defended himself, though he knew Robin was right. 
"Sure they are. You…"
"Shut up, Robin," Wyn snapped. "Go and find someone else to annoy to death."
Wyn did not wait for Robin's reply. He flounced across the street, ignoring the passing cars that honked at him and the pedestrians with incredulous looks on their faces whose arms he bumped into.

A deadly shipwreck strands a young man, Wyn, on a mysterious island named Alleria. Saved by a witch and his young apprentice, Wyn begins to uncover the magic and secrets behind the mystical island as evil threatens its existence.

Kimura Kazuki knew that Takeshi Rena was actually sent by Ryo Otake to start a scene.
Actually, there was no need for that. Ryo Otake, however, was attentive to detail, so Kimura Kazuki accepted his ideas wholeheartedly.
Nonetheless, she was thankful to Ryo Otake for sending Tadeshi Rena over. Looking at the warrior shadow behind Takeshi Rena, Kimura Kazuki asked calmly, "Are you here for the manuscripts?"
"Yup." Takeshi Rena answered honestly. "Miss Qingqiu, you have not updated your comics for a month... Based on the rules, you have to upload one new chapter per week to be published in installments. Otherwise, you might lose a lot of readers. If you still refuse to upload any new chapters, I am afraid Seikisha will cut your comics off their company..."
Seikisha? What a coincidence!
Kimura Kazuki was slightly surprised. She had not thought that Ryo Otake was the editor of Seikisha...
After some contemplation, she let out a friendly smile, "Do editors usually come to the comic artist's residence to ask for their manuscripts?"
Even Chiba Shiori could not resist Kimura Kazuki's smile, it was only natural that the same would apply to Takeshi Rena. She was in a daze for a while. After snapping out of it, she stuttered, "No, not exactly. We usually ask for manuscripts through phone calls since these comics strips are to be uploaded to the magazine. Only comics artists who are well-known in the industry would be visited by the editors asking for manuscripts." After speaking such statements, Takeshi Rena was also curious.
The comic strips of the girl known as Kimura Kazuko in front of her were not well-known. Why would the Chief Editor ask her to pressure Kimura Kazuko for her manuscripts? Was it because Kimura Kazuko was staying at the Weier apartment? Or was it her established family background, making it harder for them to cut off her comics?
Takeshi Rena harbored resentment toward the rich and famous in the past. However, she did not feel any resentment toward Kimura Kazuko.
Kimura Kazuki nodded her head. Then, she looked at the back of Takeshi Rena. The warrior shadow was still standing beside Takeshi Rena unmovingly.
The strength of this thing was... actually weak, it did not even reach the First Foundation State. However, it was similar to a ghost. Hence, Kimura Kazuki was attentive to it.
After being lost in her thoughts, Kimura Kazuki said, "I will resume uploading comics next week." She gave a smile and said, "This is the first time I am visited by editors asking for my manuscripts. I think this is a good experience. If you have anything in the future, you can give me a call. I can help you with any small matters."
Takeshi Rena was not good at concealing her emotions, so Kimura Kazuki could see how Takeshi Rena was feeling through one glance. So, she had acted the role of a young lady of high status. Kimura Kazuki knew that if she left a deep impression on Takeshi Rena, she would definitely think of her at the first second if she faces any trouble.
Kimura Kazuki gave his own personal contact number to Takeshi Rena instead of "Kimura Kazuki's."
"Sure!" Takeshi Rena added Kimura Kazuki's number into her phone contact list excitedly. At this point, she had willingly dropped all of her pride, ego, and dignity as it would be foolish to reject such an opportunity. The contact given was different from the one on the notes provided by her boss. Perhaps this was the private contact number of the young woman in front of her.
By asking for manuscripts from a comic artist, she had earned such a fortune.
Takeshi Rena might have exhausted half of her lifetime's fortune to meet such a young lady of high status right before her.
Subsequently, Kimura Kazuki and Takeshi Rena engaged in a conversation happily, and both got to know each other more. Takeshi Rena revealed her family matters bit by bit as Kimura Kazuki slowly led into it.
Takeshi Rena grew up in a single-parent household. She was raised by her father, and she had a younger brother. However, from Takeshi Rena's story, Kimura Kazuki felt that Tadeshi Rena's younger brother was a lost cause. From Takeshi Rena's description, her brother frequently cooped himself at home. If they weren't, she probably would not even interact with him at all.
However, from her description, Takeshi Yuta, Takeshi Rena's younger brother, seemed to be improving himself...
Upon hearing Takeshi Rena's words, Kimura Kazuki was deep in thought. If she guessed correctly, her main focus was on Takeshi Rena's brother.
Time went by swiftly as both women were conversing with one another. When Takeshi Rena was using the washroom, she glanced through her cell phone. She found out that it was already 5 o'clock in the evening and she was startled. She needed to go to her company for reports. Hence, she immediately bid farewell to Kimura Kazuki.
Kimura Kazuki did not try to ask Takeshi Rena to stay. He told Takeshi Rena that he would upload her comics next week. After bidding farewell to Takeshi Rena, he sat on a sofa and took out her cellphone and a notebook. Then, he started texting romantic messages written in the notebook to his seven "boyfriends."
After receiving news transmitted by Kimura Kazuki, Ryo Otake signaled the other seven police officers to start their romantic texting session.
The texting session was actually very significant. Based on Kimura Kazuki's assumptions, Natsuna Yamanaka filtered and picked her victims based on data messages. Or else, how would she be able to murder three women within two or three days? Searching for victims was a bothersome process. Natsuna Yamanaka's choices of victims were pretty strange. Her victims were women who were in a relationship with different men.
A case that was rare enough as it is. She could even find many cases as such. She was smart.
In the end, Kimura Kazuki stopped sending text messages after securing a dinner date with one of his "boyfriends." Of course, the dinner date was fake. The message was to lure Natsuna Yamanaka.
Later that night, he was standing at the french window of his bedroom. Kimura Kazuki gazed at the Tokyo Tower from afar and let out a sigh. It was good to be rich... All of a sudden, a greenish-black ghost face passed through his windows.
Kimura Kazuki turned his head rapidly with an expression of fear and panic. He shouted, "Who's there?"
Kimura Kazuki glanced twice and regained his composure. He did not think that Natsuna Yamanaka would come here so fast. It looked like she had a personal vendetta against beautiful women. He was only sending out his selfies to his "boyfriends" a moment ago, but he was actually trying to lure Natsuna Yamanaka out.
Indeed... Natsuna Yamanake was already searching for him in just less than an hour.
Even though Kimura Kazuki was sympathetic to Natsuna Yamanaka's plight, she should not become a ghost after her death and harm someone else.
While lost in thought, his eyes were fixated on the computer in her bedroom. The computer screen suddenly lit up. The whiteness of the light was as blurry as the old television and emitted a buzzing sound. It was horrifying in such a big bedroom. The next moment, the computer shone again, and he saw a big tree and a house on the computer screen. This made Kimura Kazuki had a flashback. This was Sato's house at Spirit District, which was also where Natsuna Yamanake was found dead...
As time passed, he could see that the ground underneath the tree was shaking gently.
Kimura Kazuki was speechless. Natsuna Yamanaka was actually emulating the classic scene from the movie, "The Ring." She was thinking of appearing out from the computer screen to scare him.
Moreover, Kimura Kazuki had to express emotions of fear to play along with her act.
Any normal individual involved in such a situation would probably be horrified and broken down. Even though "The Ring" was a movie, the movie alone had scared many people to death.
The emotions portrayed in a movie would be different than in reality.
Kimura Kazuki would play along with Natsuna Yamanaka. However, he still needed to confirm something.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

With the cash and watch in tow, the group drove off in their car.
Li Du kept the watch in little bug's black hole. He had the real deal, why would he wear
a fake? He could not bear to dump the imitation watch, but could not derive any
happiness from keeping it either.
They stayed another night in a hotel and the next day, they started their journey back to
Phoenix.　　
Amengda Mountain in South Africa had been purchased successfully, and Li Du was
free to go over to develop the area any time he wished.
However, Li Du wanted to let Carl arrange for the diamond inspection team to conduct
their checks first. He was not in a hurry to begin the development and was keener to get
an evaluation of Amengda first.
For now, he wanted to go and resolve the bet he had made at Harry Winston, Inc. He
had to obtain Carlston Fritz's shares!
Sophie had returned to the villa first, and the five little ones had set up their own base in
the spacious backyard. Each of them drew out their territory.
Little Flathead, Ah Meng, had the largest territory. The four little ones were unwilling to
provoke Ah Meng. The hounds were clever enough to notice the wariness of their four
bosses, and were even more cautious around the new family member.
The truck entered the villa's grounds, where Big Quinn's wife, Rosalind, was waiting for
him with their three children. Seeing their father, the children climbed onto Big Quinn
and hung onto him like monkeys.
It was a heart-warming moment: Godzilla brought his gifts over to Victoria, Brother Wolf
went to see his recovering daughter and Lu Guan was reunited with his Golden
Retriever.
Hans wanted to take the opportunity to leave as well, and said, "I miss my sister very
much. I want to visit her."
"No, the two of us have to organize these books," Li Du said firmly.
Hans instantly lost his enthusiasm and said lifelessly, "We have to do all that work?"
Li Du said, "What if there are valuables in this pile of books? We have to look carefully."
Big Ivan took the initiative to bring down the books from the car. Hearing Li Du's words,
he took out a comic book that had been preserved in pristine condition. He passed it
over to them and said, "That's right. Look, this book seems like it could be valuable."
With a smile, Hans took the book from Big Ivan. His eyes widened.
Hans held the book in one hand and his phone in another. Then, seeing that his mobile
connection was too slow, Hans yelled at Lu Guan, "Let go of your stupid dog and bring
me my laptop! Hurry!"
Li Du stepped over, took a look at the book and said, "Aren't you being too dramatic?"
The comic book looked like it had been around for some time. The red cover page had
turned dull. On the front cover, Spiderman carried a little boy and was about to swing off
a skyscraper. There were shadows of cars on the streets below him.
The top right corner of the comic book carried the numbers '1962', and the bottom left
corner was labelled '12 cents'. The word Marvel was neatly printed above Spiderman. It
was a Marvel book.
Hans said, "Dramatic? I am beside myself. This seems to be the first Spiderman comic
book from 1962. If it really is, this is very valuable."
"More than ten million dollars?" Li Du asked expectantly.
Hans rolled his eyes, "How can that be? But it might fetch a few hundred thousand or a
few million."
Once he laid his hands on his laptop, Hans quickly made an internet search. Then, a
piece of news flashed on his screen. There was a picture of their comic book on the
news website.
The headline was, 'Spiderman' Snapped Up At Paris Auction. Comics Connection Pays
1.2 Million.
The news article described the story of that comic book. At an auction in Paris last year,
that first issue of Marvel's Spiderman comic was brought out, and Comics Connection
bought it for 1.2 million. It was actually exhibited in its town hall!
After reading that piece of news, Hans carefully removed the packaging to examine the
comic book more closely.
Having read the publishing details, he could not help but pump his fist in the air. He
yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! It's this book! One million and 200,000 !
One million and 200,000 US dollars!"
Shocked, Li Du asked, "Really? Someone would actually fork out over a million for a
comic book?"
The most expensive books that Li Du had come across were the set of National
Geographic magazines he kept. They were priced at more than ten million.
However, that was ten million for more than a thousand magazines. Besides, most of
those were the only existing copies in the world. Also, from his perspective, National
Geographic magazines represented parts of history. It belonged to the narrative of all
humankind, and was not something that comic books could compare to.
Now this comic book disrupted his understanding and knowledge of magazines and
their value. A comic book, one that was published only fifty odd years ago, could
actually be worth more than one million?
A million was not the most they could earn from the comic books, however. As they
continued to organize the stack of comic books, they found a few more that were as
precious or even more so.
One of those was the first issue of Superman. On the front cover, Superman was
wearing his iconic red cape, blue spandex top, and red pants. He was running away
from a storm, looking as cool as ever.
In the middle of the front cover were the words 'Action Comics #1'. This meant that it
was the first issue.
Hans caressed the dated comic book and said, looking punch-drunk, "This is history.
We are looking at history. Buddies, this was the start of it all, the birth of American
heroes! We are looking at a baby photo of an American hero!"
Li Du asked, "Is it very valuable? Run an online check, how much can it fetch?"
Hans said, "There are no trading records online. At most, there are only ten copies of
'Action Comics #1' in the entire world. Even DC Comics Company don't have it… oh,
they had it previously, but it was stolen!"
Li Du was optimistic, "Then it should be worth a lot, right?"
"Let's put it this way, don't talk about money, brother. This book is priceless!" Hans
exclaimed. "There are no trading records of the original copy of this comic. However,
the re-released copy was sold for 1.8 million US dollars!"
Li Du was shocked. "A re-release version can fetch such a high price? Are those comics
collectors crazy?"
Hands said, "The high price is due to the main character. Superman is iconic, it is the
first superhero in human history!"
Li Du shook his head, "At the time of the Ming dynasty, we already had a superhero
named Sun Wu Kong in China. This is the first superhero in our history."
Hans called out, "Who cares who came first? Anyway, this comic is very valuable. It is
very, very valuable!"
Li Du carefully took the book out of the wrapping paper.
There was a price indicated on the front page. The comic was published in June 1938,
and its selling price had been ten cents.
As Hans continued to call out, 'careful, careful', Li Du checked the information related to
that comic book. 　　
The first issue of Superman comics, 'Action Comics #1', was the holy grail in the comics
industry. It was said that there were fifty copies of it in the world, but there were less
than ten registered on the official records. They were sitting either in huge publishing
houses or in the hands of billionaires.
Besides, Li Du also found a hand-painted copy of the 'Fantastic Four' that had Stan
Lee's autograph on it. That comic book was also worth a lot. Comic books hand-painted
by Stan Lee were typically exhibited in the gallery of Marvel Comics. Few of them were
found in the possession of individuals.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

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