Your Batter is dying? Someone get Zacharie.
Sora grows another pair of arms due to the effects of dream radiation. If he can cut through gosh-darned flipped-up skyscrapers in a black nebulous void of nothingness then the series can reach the point of extremity for wielding four keyblades somehow. Perhaps even six. Through the power of magic and levitation. *wiggles fingers* We can just have Sora wielding two keyblades and have a giant pair of wings made out of sixty of them that attack in a cloud or swarm of keyblades. That would certainly be something! Although I would be curious to see how he would be able to do anything if he uses his feet for the keyblades, unless he shoots the Wisdom Form-style bolts of energy. Helicopter Sora form, perhaps.
Out of anything, it is more a plot necessity. The overarching Kingdom Hearts plot revolves quite a bit around memories and the like, and as a result we have three hundred different Soras wandering around looking like his fourteen year-old self. And as others have stated previously, many of the games have been side-games and not core entries in the series. Sora would be 14 in Kingdom Hearts I, 15 in Kingdom Hearts II, et cetera et cetera. One could argue that there is some sort of image or mechanical reason behind Square doing this that would benefit them but it seems as if it would make little difference. And indeed, it was slated he would be more mature (as mature as Sora can get) in the third installation so the age advancements seem to tie into the core games, which certainly makes sense!
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I tried stuffing my can of spam in the vent and now my ventilation shaft is all clogged with meat! This simply goes to show. Never trust Spam Zone advice.
Is that true? Ack, my apologies, but we all know that the Spam Zone is no plaice for such gaming discussion. People are going to make such non-serious comments just for the halibut.
I agree. I have no idea why the Europeans fished them to near endangerment in the past few centuries. I personally prefer haddock or salmon.
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{ m u s i c }[ the sound and the fury ] The car drove by lazily. Fatime kept slipping in and out of sleep for much of the ride, with only her latest book keeping her up. Jaynus Sachsimew's beautiful Norwegian anti-war epic, The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, and boy had it been an intense read. <3 Her heart fluttered, and her tears had run wildly as she scrolled through page after page after page, and with it being mid-morning, another sleepless night was slowly catching up with her, even if she had enough to do this morning. Sophie's home. That girl, she was neutral towards her. What an obsessive socialite, alas, alas. But where she crafted in the open, Fatime would craft in the darkness. Of course. Fatime gazed at her reflection as the cold winter snow drifted around the roads. She didn't want to attend the party. It wasn't her thing, no, when she had other things to do. Fatime held her tablet closer to her grey cardigan, her glasses mildly fogged from the cold. Next to her, a small messenger bag rattled with tempered glass vials containing the strange, psychoactive pink substance. Five hundred milligrams of Cupid's Brew, the dangerous psychoactive drug. To be used in pure experimentation. He would comply, he would have to ... It was in the best interests of everyone. Fatime bit her lip. If they all knew what the drug actually did, then they wouldn't have to use it. Or could, anyway ... "Sleeping already?" Ayanna's soft voice struck Fatime's ears like ice. Her ever-so-familiar English accent, with just a tinge of Somali, was the one voice that Fatime would never forget. <3 She bit her lip, and looked through her tablet for an appropriate book. Settling on The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, which was the most recently opened one, she paused for a moment as she found a proper quote. << "Sleep is for the week," said Ricotte, adjusting her tie sheepishly. >> Fatime's voice seemed to take on the expressions, desperation, and emotions of whatever she was quoting at the time. "Sleep isn't for the weak, young lady. If I had no sleep, I would've crashed the car by now." << "--the week," said Ricotte. >> Ayanna laughed her familiar rich, earthy laugh. "Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean you shouldn't be getting any sleep, young one." She turned her eyes back to the road. "We're almost about there, and these roads are as bad as ever. Typical of the Bennett household ..." She mused off on her own. Right. It was probably a good time to call Lucas. Ayanna still had the phone in the front from when Fatime fell asleep playing games again. It wasn't even her fault, goodness. Fatime closed her eyes and cleared her throat. Ayanna perked up, knowingly glancing an eye over to the overhead mirror. Fatime took a moment to open the file for Zach Beema Bitte's A Midnight Snack on the Moon. << When he looked at his watch, Joe realized that he desperately needed the phone. As if his life depended on it; as if his heart was pounding for it; as if his longing lust for the phone overtook the hundreds of stars above his head right now. >> Ayanna chuckled and picked up the phone by the dashboard, one hand still on the wheel. With a combination of exquisite grace and wisened athleticism, she tossed it backwards, gently but firmly. Fatime caught it with a quick swipe of her hand, and placed her tablet on the side as she dialed Lucas' personal number. ... RING ... RING ... Lucas was on the line. Fatime picked up her tablet. She turned back to The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre. << "I am still coming," Ricotte began. >> She flipped a few pages forward. << "I have a proposition for you, my little sweet pea." >> There was chatter on the other side of the line. Fatime was patient.When Lucas finished, she opened up the file for De Lazary's Hands on the Grave. << Marigold cracked smile reflected her back in the mirror, as her doppelganger spoke to her. "I want you, I want you, Marigold. Spike the food. Spike it. Spike it so we both know what it does, and so it'll teach them not to go off and--" >> She closed the file and opened up Zal Dinn's I Have a Girl on My Bed And I Don't Know What to Do. << "The drug? That thing? The love potion? We-- we don't even know what it does!" Miss Tea's hands were shaky as she cluched Arr Vee-arr by his collar. But Arr Vee-arr looked back at her with cold eyes. >> Finally, she returned back to The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre. << Ricotte stood by the ruins of the machine, lamenting as the words "FOR SCIENCE AND TRUTH", the motto of the Kaiser's armies, echoed through her mind. >> Fatime listened closely as Lucas made his solemn replies. She nodded to herself. Things were going according to plan. She gazed longingly at the vials of pink liquid right next to her. They wouldn't expect a thing, and it would help all of them. Fatime quoted a thanks from The Firebird, Vingt-Quatre, as she cut off the line. Ayanna cracked a careful gaze at little Fatime, who sat reading the rest of her novel by the edge of her seat. How very adorable of Ayanna. <3
{OOC: This is a name banner to be used until after finals when I can create a proper banner, so alas. Will add status information for next post, still deciding. MICHAELA and ALBERT are filler names until I can discuss things with hyuge.}...<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >> Torvald woke to a dim grey sky and snow on his red nose.He sniffed and opened his eyes, slowly. The smell of winter snapped at his nostrils hard, and the lingering taste of alcohol bled from his tongue. He bit his lip and looked around, slowly, groggily. Where-- where was he. Ah, right, the balcony. Balcony? He fell asleep there, righ-- ACK.Ah-- aaaah--A dull pain in Torvald's head threw him off guard, and he fell out of his chair onto the thin layer of snow on the ground. Shards of the dropped martini glass littered the puffy whiteness, reflecting the weak sunbeams of the mid-morning. He rolled onto his back and stood back up, gripping a palm to the side of his head. What happened! Goddamn! He drank too much, did he! He did, he did ... This was terrible! Unforgivable! He could not lead a revolution if his-- ack goddamn-- his-- his head was in so much paaaaaAAaaAAin--He groaned. It was like a drill bit piercing his skull. This-- this was a ploy by the bourgeoisie! Insolent imbeciles! The alcohol was too strong and they took advantage of his alliance with the working class to do this to him! They would be hearing his voice in defiance! Things would be thrown! People would be excommunicated from the revolution! Property would be destroyed and enemies eliminatAAAAaaAaack--Torvald shook and gripped the side of the chair. This wasn't a mere hangover, it seemed more like a terrible headache.- - - - -Torvald burst through the kitchen door, threateningly holding a vase. A lamp shade was still on his head, from when he accidentally smashed into it in his stumbling down the stairs. The pain throbbed through his skull and the smell of food blocked out his senses. The servant was standing nearby, with Sophie and Freddie, cooking something that seemed much too gauche for his tastes.<< C--COMRADE WORKER OF THE HOUSEHOLD! >> He squinted in pain and held the vase close to his head. << THIS REVOLUTION WILL NOT CONTINUE, FOR MY HEAD-- UGH-- MY HEAD, IT IS BEING ASSAULTED ON ALL SIDES BY THE CAPITALISTIC TREACHERY THAT IS POST-ALCOHOLIC STUPOR! BUT WORSE! >> He walked forward, but the pain made him double over. He slid off of the side of one of the granite countertops, sending a pan flipping upwards and rocketing to the ceiling, as he cluched his heart in defiance. He closed his eyes in melodrama as the loud bang of the pan hitting the ceiling echoed through the rooms. << THE FIRES OF REVOLUTION! THEY WILL NEVER CEASE AS-- AS LONG AS YOU HAVE-- ugh-- my, my medical kit-- COMRADE WORKER, THIS HEADACHE ASSAULTS MY MIND. I REQUEST MY MED-- MEDICAL KIT. OR PAINKILLERS-- or honey and tea-- >>Torvald coughed and sat in pain by the side of the counter, the lamp shade hanging over his head. His nose was as red as a cherry. << CEASE REVOLUTION >>
Groooooooooooooooooooooooooovin' magiiiiiiiiiiic
This is not from any specific work of fiction but was probably inspired partly by a large collection of things and also Diebuster + TWEWY music for whatever reason. Work in progress. Spoiler
There was little to do here. The children were acting up and were being right fools and idiots with their inebriation and sexual activities. Would the future of the revolution survive on those who held such debauchery on their backs? He-- he didn't even have his medical kit-- He hiccuped. Torvald had been staring out at the stars by the balcony for a while. When he had finished his fifth martini, he said little as he sat down on the chair and decided to rest his eyes, alone. Eventually, the tender fingers of sleep stole him away from the night, and before he knew it, he was snoring loudly on the chair, the cold wind buffeting his face. The martini glass slipped from his fingers and tinkled to the granite floor. He rustled and turned on his chair, slightly. What sort of dream was he having?
