Rising of the Shield Hero's Hate-fic (The first thing I wrote. AKA Altars of Madness)

I won't put the cover of the Light Novel to not confuse the readers of the blog. All pictures in the novel are also on the (wink wink) "corrected" version.

 So this is way back, for you future readers this is more of a personal diary entry rather than an actual writing proyect, so, you know. Reader be ware, you're in for a scare. 

This is in, like, 2018 or so. I was getting acquainted with light novels after watching a few more or less likeable animes, none of which I'd watch today. At the moment, I was that annoying kid in highschool that thinks he's better than everybody else because he read a couple classics, you know, Homer, Shakespeare, etc. (Maybe I was better?) So when I start reading Tate no Yusha I was entertained but also baffled by the crazy drop in quality.  The main character blabber on and on about money, there were no descriptions of scenery, the monsters were so generic, the whole idea of the "dense" dude that doesn't realize the little girl next  to him is now a towering figure that's taller than himself, overall, I hated every last bit. I kept reading, of course, because I'm like the Erasure guy, I love to hate. 

That's when I came up with the brilliant idea of "editing" the story so it's more, you know, like a real book. Yes, I'm one of those guys that think that light novels aren't real books. They're kinda like manga to me, it's like "yeah, it's technically literature, but put it there on the top shelf where no one can see it" 

First, I started by, how to say it, adding content to the prologue so it's less of "magic book I found by chance sucked me into the novel" and more of a reincarnation thing with a more mature character. Then, I started heavy handily trimming out all the stuff I consider "filling" which at first was like half the chapter and then became three fourths to the point I end up cutting out entire chapters right of the book. To put a visual reference, my editing was me sitting on the desk ripping pages off the novel and tossing them to the bin. 

Then, when I realized that I had trimmed a bit too much I started injecting content from other fictions I was reading, like Frankestain or the other above mentioned. The result was both hilarous and really strange. Suddenly you passed from this casual modern writing style to this block of Elizabethian text, with like, zero transition, or suddenly you were in this (better version of) Tate Yuusha text and this early 20th century description completely out of style came into play. I remember one banter in particular between the main character and some other dude where I literally sprinkle this Homer reference to the girly gold armor and then I have MC throw some "You're like the letter Z" straight from King Lear and some other colorful insults like "Palfry-riding" or "Whimpy goose"... ah, what a time. 

Whilst thinking of commenting others of my project, I didn't know how to designate it. It was technically a fan fiction, but I certainly wasn't a fan. Thence, hatefic. Catchy, isn't it? 

Well by the time I got to volume number two of Tate there was soooo much garbage and I had diverted so much from the original story that I'd have to actually write the book myself from skratch, so I abandoned  the proyect after "editing" volume one. 

I remember laughing devilishly at Kreator's "pleasure to kill" because I imagined myself as the demented dude with a chainsaw and, instead of the prostitute (just a girl?) form the video, I was downing the chainsaw on the physical copy of Tate no Yuusha, and like, pieces of paper were flying all around while the singer said "I wonder how will you look when my bloodlust is still"

I suppose that to the outside viewer the 15 year old laughing with starry eyes at the clip of a maniac murderer killing and then filming some woman, blood everywhere, may, perhaps, be a little bit disturbing. 

Anyway... eh, in any case, the proyect was very fun and did taught me the first priciples of storytelling, even if in a deviated, certainly not academic way. It also made it very clear that plagirizing others wasn't the way to go, that thing they say about authors having a "voice" is real. At least the good ones, I suppose you merge a couple LN writers and it's same old, same old.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1erRe_u87S6tmxj8y5DFLwUtXhuy2f7tD/view?usp=sharing

PS: In case you're wondering, I named it "Altars of Madness" because it's the first album of a classic death metal band I like, and this was the first book I kinda wrote. Also because it sounded so cool to me at the time.