That is just one of KHIII's new gameplay features.
Sharing physical copies of games? Sony, you are truly pioneers of the current state of the industry.
Ah, at the core of all of our hearts, announcements may indeed be things bringing us together. Welcome again. This is a good time to return.
I said PS4 flavoured, not Xbox One flavoured!
We barely knew thee.
I agree, Sora. This was my reaction to Nomura's hair as well.
They are the flavour of PS4s.
XV and KHIII actually look really, really beautiful. Square, you have returned to us. Let me embrace you.
Oh my lord, I completely forgot I had a link to my Youtube in my signature. Well then. Thank you, however. Chemistry class projects are fun.
Minimalism is key! People do not appreciate the beautiful meaning of Nomura's work these days. *scoffs*
{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 >> He wanted to drink to erase the night away.Everything in his mind from the entire play was but a blur, and he was surprised -- nay, disgusted, at the state of this house. He knew Sophie to hold the sort of prissy, holier-than-thou bourgeois attitude that would have meant owning such excessive riches like this ... he spat at them. Bah! Wasteful, wasteful, when there were millions out on the streets. The working-class, who were never paid any proper compensation for how much they contributed to the well-being of society, alas, alas ...Delicate music rolled through the house's empty, darkly scintillating halls, coming from the radio.Torvald swirled around the liquid in his glass with delicate surgeon's fingers....Torvald rubbed his red nose and took another sip of his complementary martini. That Lucas was -- was-- a-- he was a character-- right-- ah. The effects of the alcohol seemed to be deeply rubbed into his mind by this point ...The play. The play? The play, yes, the production. It went nearly perfectly. Nearly. At the very least, the main roles had no problems with their lines. Oh yes. The crowd loved it. The masses, ah, the power and the happiness of the masses. Torvald's face was flat. As he walked through the empty rooms of the house, he looked dour and angry with his splotchy red face and worn-out black suit. The nights were getting cold, and here they were letting loose drunken teenagers on a home. Well, he certainly approved it, if it meant the iconoclastic destruction of this gaudy residence. As he walked through the halls, he tipped over a vase here and there, letting it fall to the couches around it, but careful not to smash them on the floor. The dirty work would be left to the peons, of course.From time to time, he heard echoes through the house's garishly tasteless halls. Voices of drunks blithered-blathered on about nonesuch and flirtatious inebriation. He looked on forward with dead, lifeless eyes; the fire, it had been replaced with firewater. Torvald hiccuped, but not a single soul heard his social faux pas. They had already heard enough of them otherwise, when he would be blaring them out at the top of his lungs in their faces. But that was another time, another place.He slipped his free hand into his pocket and took another sip of his martini, looking at some of the artwork on the wall.Landscapes, nudes, portraits. Much of it was in a European realist style. No flare, no substance. This house was a hollow shadow of what it could be. Bah. Such was what would happen when you left decisions to the upper-class twits who had no idea about what "substance" in humanity meant. He took another surly sip of his martini, and hiccuped.Everyone was at the pool, right? Ugh.He didn't see a single sign of the Professor being here. Those rotten kids were going to get into too much trouble, weren't they? He really didn't give any more care about it, but if they hurt themselves, it would, of course, be his responsibility. He looked at the red cross on his watch. Where ... where was the professor?Foolish. - - - - -When Torvald reached the edge of the poolside, where he saw the other teenagers, he almost forgotten the slight trembling of his body as he saw the scene envelope in front of him. Some seemed to be in the pool, but here were ... were these two. Blushed-faced, leaning on each other, they--His eyes widened. Regrets! Regrets, no regrets in the revolution!He slowly walked over to the boy, Richie, who was getting much too close and intimate with the other lad upon the poolside chairs. The moon shimmered across the lazy water, and as he stood closer to the pool, his heart began its rapid palpitations, and his hands began to tremble. Was it the inebriation, or was it the water itself?He towered over the two boys, like a ghostly titan, red-faced and brusque, before grabbing onto Richie from behind and tossing him into the pool next to the chairs. A loud splash sent bullets of water towards Torvald and Quentin, and Torvald apathetically picked up his martini glass from the poolside before blowing away flecks of ice.He did not look at either of the boys as he took another sip.<< Richie, sober up, you're drunk. >> His voice was richly tinged with alcohol, but at the same time, it seemed to make it much more sonorous. It sounded completely different from his usual loud orations. << CEASE REVOLUTION >>
Trust the French to make such mind-bending philosophical questions.
COMRADE AMAURY TODAY IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR REVOLUTION
A truly beautiful birthday to you, wonderful burnitup! I hope your day has been filled with as much cake and dinosaurs as realistically possible.
I require your dear, kind, magnanimous assistance, KH-Vids.
{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.} As Zoey continued on about her reasons for acting, Torvald's sour expression froze like marble on his face. For fun. Meeting other people. Helping others stand out more? She enjoyed only the extras. To not be in the spotlight. Someone who wished to help others. He moved his gaze from her eye-patch to her single watery-blue eye, that seemed shaky with confusion and nervousness, but there was a strength behind her that seemed to resonate in her impalpable sense of security for being behind the scenes. The throngs of backstage workers moved around Torvald like faceless shadows, and he placed his hands together. Professor Julius's surly voice rung through the rooms and the auditorium beyond it. Eyepatches were goddamn everywhere, huh? What masks could masks be from hiding the truth of oppression from eyes ... Torvald looked away and walked passed Zoey, his expression in something that seemed like a characteristic frown of melancholy. His boots thumped the floor with a stringent determination. He slowly took out his complementary candy cane from the pocket of his first act uniform, the ones given to the main cast members, and hung it from the edge of Zoey's script. << Merry christmas. >> He walked away without saying another word.
{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 >> As the eye-patched girl continued to blather on in her loud voice, Torvald stared and blinked. What was she doing?She had her chest puffed out in what seemed to be ... defiance? Acknowledgement? At the same time it seemed hard for her to keep away her laughter. Was she making a mockery of his speech? Imbecile. Torvald narrowed his eyes in bitter contempt for a brief moment. Why was she speaking like this? How dare it was she speak like this? Nobody could match his righteous speeches to explode the masses into a fury of rigor and true revolutionary passion!And she, a stranger, called him Torvald instead of Tannhauser ... He held his teeth taut. So when she held out her tiny hand, he was tempted to slap it away like a dirty bag of blood money.Almost.He stared directly at her eyes again, his own fiery blue flames challenging her gaze. This was the first time that someone had brought up the boisterous oratory abilities within their heart to challenge the endless struggles of being on the stage.Torvald stared at her for a long while, his face changing from scathing hate to neutral befuddlement to confusion, and finally to a deep, resonating melancholy. One that sat upon his shoulders like a ghost, and one that seemed to have lingered with him for years, resurfacing as the hundreds of times it did before. << CEASE REVOLUTION >> Torvald did not take her hand, but asked her a question, instead. << Kline, what is your reason for acting? >>
{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 >> Everything had gone so well, it was absolutely unbelievable to Torvald. The acting and the music, the hair and the decorations and the clothing. The setting was impeccable. A marvel of working-class ingenuity and spirit beheld by these bourgeois fools! It would bring sympathy to his eyes, if he could spare any for such people. Right now, everyone was getting ready. Makeup and mascara dust flew through the air, and the smell of perfume was rich. The backstage proletarians waltzed in and out of the panels, and Torvald towered over the younger peons, imposing in his tattered Prussian uniform, black-dyed wig, and pointed pickelhaube. << FELLOW THESPIANS! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR THE ULTIMATE STRUGGLE AGAINST THE EXPECTATIONS OF THE AUDIENCE! WE WILL WIN THIS REVOLUTION, AND THIS WAR, I AM CERTAIN OF IT! TELL THE FOOLISH FEMALE WASTE OF UTOPIA BOURGEOIS PUPPET MICHAELA TO READY HERSELF, I HAVE NOT SEEN THE UNCONTROLLABLE WENCH HERE AT ALL. >>Torvald cringed when he realized that he, as Albert, would have to wear these disgusting symbols of war and imperialism. But all was all, he was a good actor -- one of the best in the hearts of all humanity, truly -- so for him to delude himself into Albert just for a moment. It was all fine. His life, it was an infinite masquerade of delusions. And forever, forever, it would continue to be--Bump.Wh--what--Torvald widened his eyes and looked down. Oh.It was the little girl with the eye patch. Torvald lowered his gaze. << EXCUSE ME, MY DEAR COMRADE. We are getting ready and it is much too busy in here-->> He cleared his throat. << YOU, YOUNG THESPIAN OF THE STARS! THOUGH YOU ARE SIMPLY THE EXTRA ROLE, REMEMBER, REMEMBER WELL THAT EVEN UPON YOUR SHOULDERS THE PLAY RESTS. WE ARE ALL EQUALS IN AN EGALITARIAN PRODUCTION! >> Torvald pointed his finger to the sky, but his face was deep in its serious frown. << NERVOUSNESS IS THE ENEMY. THE ENEMY MUST BE DESTROYED. REMEMBER THIS CREED AND TAKE IT WITH YOU IN YOUR PERSONAL REVOLUTION. >>He felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes seemed to dim their flickering fires as he looked down at the girl.What was wrong with her eye? He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. His fingers trembled. Was it a wound from the endless struggle against the oppression by the rich and the lucky, the ascribed? A sour melancholic taste lingered in his mouth. He had barely seen this young girl before, so it had come as a slow surprise to him. Did he know any optometrists? All injuries could be healed and repaired in the endless, glorious revolution. << CEASE REVOLUTION >>
