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Ib - ReviewSo I have been wanting to get this review down for Halloween and I missed getting it out on time.Ib - Review by Rivaliant
But now that the Fall/Winter season is upon us, for those of ya'll that have not had a chance to play these
Gems should take the time to give them a chance to impress you as much as they had me.
And here will provide my take on a Review on games that I recommend and hold close to my heart as an example of
of pure creative bliss starting with
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Taking the role of a young girl named 'Ib' (as in the japanese pronunciation of the name Eve) that is seemingly bored and detached with the world around her
as her rather controlling Parents bring her to an Art Exhibit of the World Famous multi-talented artist known simply as Guertena.
Cursed PaintbrushWithin her hands, she held a paintbrush, hoping for a better world to be drawn on the canvas in front of her. How long has she been dead? How long has it been since she has left the gallery on her own, leaving those two behind? Mary didn’t remember. All she knows now is that she was under a bright blue sky and in a shiny meadow that seemed far too surreal. Her painting even seemed different. After all, the artstyle was absolutely different from the childish paintings that she used to draw back in the gallery. It was as though she had depicted a window into another world: a world where people had each other to live for, to live with, to work for, and more; a place where instead of grass there were concrete floors and the days were sometimes gray and rainy.Cursed Paintbrush by animelover0627
It made Mary wonder why she had to be placed here after she was gone from the world. All alone. Of all places, it would have been nice if she could live on the other side of the canvas before her — but she couldn’t.
Ib the anime 9th chapterIb the anime~~~9th ChapterIb the anime 9th chapter by JeanLuz
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Ib and Mary finally got out of the long narrow hallway and found themselves in a very large room with lots of little rooms attached it seemed. Ib frowned noticing the bright red smoke filling the nearby corridor. Mary frowned “That looks dangerous.” Ib nodded she looked around at the doors wondering which to pick. She saw a painting to her left that caught her eye. She approached it. Mary stayed silent letting her read the title. “Fisherman” Ib looked up at the painting it appeared to be a river and a shore with a bright blue sky but no sign of the fisherman. Mary frowned “No one is there though, what a strange name.” Ib nodded and went to the nearby door she found it locked. Mary pointed to the door behind them near the red smoke “Let’s try that one Ib.” Mary stated. Ib gave a nod and started for it.
They entered the room and fo
Ib x Garry- A Pretty Little MasterpieceIb x Garry- A Pretty Little Masterpiece by well-meh18
Ib tentatively grazed over the paper with the black pen that she held in her small hands. After being stuck in the Fabricated World for God-knows how long, Garry thought it would be a good idea to find a safe place to rest for awhile. It was a relief for Ib; although her façade showed not a sign of fear, deep down she was begging for this whole ordeal to be a dream.
Garry gave her a small sketch pad and a small, black pen to ease her boredom. She had been drawing small bunnies in the little booklet, while Garry fiddled with his coattail.
"Hey, Ib, whatchya drawing?" Garry asked as he tried to look at the paper.
Ib quietly put down her pen and handed over the little notebook.
"Hey, these are pretty good!" he complimented. "Did anyone teach you, or do you just have an aptitude for drawing?" Garry handed back the notebook and went back to picking the threads on his coat.
Ib only gave a small smile before returning to her doodles. "My mom did," she quietly answered.
Ib the anime 8th chapterIb the anime~~~8th ChapterIb the anime 8th chapter by JeanLuz
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Ib, Garry and Mary started to walk together, mostly, it was Ib and Mary in front now with Garry following them closely. Ib noticed a painting she was about to read the title when Mary read it out loud “The Force of Quarrel.” Ib nodded to this she looked at the painting seeing what looked like a man and woman arguing, maybe even fighting. Garry looked to Mary and smiled “You can read rather well Mary.” Mary just glanced to him and gave him a nod. She looked back to Ib “I can read all the titles if you want Ib.” Ib shrugged. “I don’t mind reading” She responded. Mary tensed “Oh, you can read them all then if that is what you want.” Garry spoke up now “We’ll all take turns I think. If we have the time that is sometimes it’s a bit too dangerous to take in all the art here.” Mary sighed, she s
Mary's Diary (An Ib Fanfic)Mary's DiaryMary's Diary (An Ib Fanfic) by Drum-Styx
If I told anyone, they’d probably think I’m overreacting. Of course, there’s no one I could tell. I’m the only one who knows my secret, consciously anyways. So that’s why I’ve been so anxious.
It was a subtle change, one that nobody else would have even batted an eye at. Switching from a black pen to blue.
“Is black ink too boring for you, Ib?” I asked.
“No, I dunno, I just feel like using blue, I like it.” She said
Only a coincidence, right? Just my mind playing tricks.
Or…or is it…
We went with our parents to the mall, to go school clothes shopping. I can hardly believe it, I’m actually going to school! But Ib distracted me from my excitement.
Instead of looking at normal clothes like I was – The skirts and socks and plain shoes, ect. – she had wandered over to a different rack of clothes.
“Why would som
My Ib OCsHello! I have two OCs for a cool game called "Ib".My Ib OCs by CrystaltheCool
Name: Moonlight Shadow
Appearance: Waist-length black hair (parted on the right) with two white hair clips, azure blue eyes, fair skin.
Clothing: Long-sleeved black shirt, dark gray skirt (same length as Ib's), black-blue socks (same length as Ib's), black shoes, azure blue necktie, and a silver crystal locket.
Personality: Quiet, smart, is kind of a loner, likes reading, loves art, loves playing video games, doesn't like going outside, has a hard time getting along with anyone who isn't her twin sister.
Family: Dad and twin sister Midnight.
Crush/Boyfriend: (Lolno, you perv.)
Crystal Locket- A locket that your mother gave to you on your 12th birthday.
Dark Blue Rose- A pretty dark blue rose. This color doesn't exist in real life...
Moonlight and Midnight's mom caught a terrib
The Black Rose, part Four "Traitor..." "Knife..." "Leave him..."The Black Rose, part Four by LittleMacFan
Christian managed a state of almost consciousness by the time the others had left, and remembered these words. He didn't see a knife, but his right hand felt strangely cold. No other part of him, just his right hand. Off to one side, he saw a brilliant white rose. Confused, Christian looked for his blacker-than-black rose, but found no trace of it. "Could that be... no. But then how did it...?" Christian mumbled to himself. He went to the white rose and picked it up, counting the petals on it. Seven, just as there had been on his black rose when he dropped it. Christian took the rose and, all immediate concerns aside, began to wonder just what had happened. "I was bounding up the steps... and then a foot... Mary... my rose..." He started to put the pieces together as he started walking, unaware that he was going the opposite direction of the others. "So Mary must've tripped me, I get that... but then the men
The Black Rose, part 3 Garry and Christian stole but one more glance at each other, and ascended the staircase. Garry walked up calmly, while Christian took the stairs three at a time, glad to be anywhere but that area with the dolls. Little did either of them know, Mary was ready for them, and she was waiting with Ib at the top of the stairs. "Look at that painting, Ib. Isn't it weird?" Mary asked, pointing. Ib turned to look, and Mary stuck her leg out by the stairs. Christian went flying over the edge of the stairs, hit the floor, and was knocked unconscious. Acting during this space of time while Garry wasn't quite up the stairs yet and Ib was still looking at the painting, Mary placed Christian's dropped rose in his left hand and her palette knife in his right, slashed a long but not deep cut at the bottom of her dress, then screamed. "Guys, look!" She exclaimed, pointing to the knife, her slashed dress, and the rose, which was now a darker color than Garry, Ib, or Christian would have thoThe Black Rose, part 3 by LittleMacFan
The Black Rose, Part Two Christian and Garry walked aways more in the purple area of the gallery, talking and enjoying the fact that they hadn't seen any signs of the dolls for some time. "Why were you at the gallery?" Asked Garry. Christian saw this as a ridiculous question at first, after all, what was Garry expecting him to say? To buy shoes? But Christian tried to stay positive and answered properly. "My uncle took me down to the gallery." He explained. "He wanted to see one of Guertena's rarest works, " Juggler". Funny how we just passed that one recently." "Yeah," Garry said. "Back in...there." the pair became quiet for the next few minutes, thinking about what's they had been through in that wretched place. "So Christian," Garry started, breaking the silence, "Is your rose looking well?" "Fine, thanks," spoke Christian, holding his black rose out for Garry showed no sign of surprise on the outside, but inside he was shocked. "Did that rose get even DARKER somehow?" He thought. Pushing his thoughtThe Black Rose, Part Two by LittleMacFan
I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction)He pulled apart another one today. She would have to remember to pick another one up before she left for work, otherwise he would destroy her pillows again.I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction) by Lissy45213
She picked up piece after piece of rag doll: the button mouth, a piece of raggedy hair, and fragment of dress. She loyally picked up every piece, the same way she had done since the diagnosis. Then she heard him.
"Where is she? Where is she?"
She followed the voice to their bedroom, and there he was, on the floor, running his hands up and down the floorboard as if something might magically materialize if he just rubbed hard enough. It pained her to see him now when she could still see him so clearly before.
The fading purple mane, now a sickly gray color, and even his eyes were stained gray with cataracts he refused to admit were there. Doctors said it didn't matter. He didn't have much time left anyway. It wasn't "worth the trouble."
Oh, but if only they knew how much he was worth to her.
She walked over to her side of the bed and
White Roses Ch.19"The reason that art (writing, engaging, and all of it) is valuable is precisely why I can't tell you how to do it. If there were a map, there'd be no art, because art is the act of navigating without a map."White Roses Ch.19 by TheEchoingSoul
Discombobulating misinterpretations of mirthful misery juxtaposing webs of intricate lies with lace veils of truthful wedges. All in wrapped within the folds, a deceit or truth more questionable than the line that separates them. Where do they lead, who is the liar, who is to be followed?
Once, there was black and white, a lovely monochrome lie. It kept order and stability for the brainless, but the course of life is full of indecisiveness and in-betweens, where strict policy is outdated. Gray scale, the third party of in-betweens, was created, as nothing is black nor white.
For everything is a mere dream of make-believe and inevitability.
Ms. Creo walked down the corridor with purpose; hunting for the anomaly that she knew was present and one red-eyed teenager who she
White Roses Ch.18"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."White Roses Ch.18 by TheEchoingSoul
-Vincent Van Gogh
Once upon a dream, there was a little star who lived all alone in deep cobalt black. All the other stars were bright and vibrant, overlooking what the littlest deemed important. Ignorance was a virtue, for when that littlest star grew bigger and bigger and more vibrant, the majestic life once dreamed was a thorny path of dysfunctional life only redeemed by decadence, never ascension for the highest acme is brief for such a tiny star.
But, what is done in the depths will arise the phoenix or reaper, maybe a nullified existence altogether.
Ib awoke to the sound of whispering from next door. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head, praying for it to stop before she was awake enough to investigate. It was in vain. The noises only escalated into a din that tormented her ears while she staggered out of bed tiredly and went next door. The noise was so loud that she was physically trying to block it
White Roses Ch.17"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."White Roses Ch.17 by TheEchoingSoul
Hello, there! Goodbye! Dear now, the final sequence of act three has come to be. Be warned, the show is really about to start. It'll end with a fair maiden's sacrifice, but that is far enough away, no need to foreshadow the soon to be start of the end of an act held together by puppet strings, loosely held ties that shall tighten with red strings. Nevermore, a world of black and gray, gravitating towards the finale of a small part, but be aware, it ends in mere nights.
Soon to stop the third, to replace with the fourth.
Ib's stepped echoed through the corridor as she walked over to Ms. Creo's room, her fist politely knocking before entering the plush room. The gray-haired lady sat at her desk, going over documents as she indicated for Ib to take a seat on the sofa. The brunette closed the door behind her and sat down on the plush sofa, nearly relaxing at its soothing texture.
"Punctual, just what I woul
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