...Humph. What do you care? Got a hot date with Mr. H or somethin'?
I was gonna say, it's probably me Armored Core is basically Backstab the Video Game
That's it, curly! Now I'm gonna- "BUAAUAAAAH" W-whoa, whoa, WHAT?! I ain't touchin' that after it's been in his pants! He better friggin' wash it first!
Here's your mission briefing. We want you to take out Line Ark's strongest military asset, White Glint. White Glint is a rank 9 NEXT, but it is considerably more powerful than its rank suggests. If it were otherwise, we wouldn't be asking for your assistance. White Glint is the backbone of the Line Ark forces. Once out of the picture, their will will be broken and they will be unable to resist any further. This would immediately lift the threat to the Cradles. White Glint is too much for a single NEXT to take on. Therefore, we want you to work together with Stasis, a rank 1 NEXT. We're readying as much firepower as possible for this operation. The rest is up to you.
Ooh, you're askin' for it... I ain't out for a brawl, but I'm 'bout to change my mind. ... PFFFFHAHAHAHA! Oh man, nice catch bro! ...Hey, wait a sec... That's MY chain! Get that outta yer pants, Phones!
Say WHAT!? You wanna get took out, kid!?
Sometimes I have to wave my laptop around like a cell phone to get school WiFi. Da shid's cray
And if it's polytheism you'll be a sectional god >taking them seriously
Other way around. The relationship matters in the zodiac sign. Synastry is not meant to say, "This is who you are;" it provides a rough outline of people who have come before you, born around the same time, and maybe even into similar circumstances, so that you can better interpret and understand yourself. Not to mention, a formal natal chart takes all the signs and a number of heavenly bodies into account and gives you a personalized, detailed description based on the signs, bodies, and position of each on the chart. No two natal charts are the same. I mean... Unless you're twins. The watered-down, condensed version is to take the alignment of one heavenly body, find out where it is, and call this your "sign." This is misleading; some people straddle the line as far as signs are concerned, and the draft description of one may not be suitable for all. For instance, I am far from a typical Aquarius, which I am by the tropical zodiac. Anecdotal evidence suggests that Aquarians are insensitive and not attuned to their emotions, neither of which I identify with. I typically measure my relationship potential by assuming I'm a Pisces, which is where Venus falls on my natal chart, and I express many Pisces traits. I might be more of a Pisces than an Aquarius! But my birthday alone wouldn't tell you that; I had no idea until I brought up a natal chart. At any rate, a well-constructed analysis of each sign does not rule out the possibility for a relationship with any other sign; it describes the challenges you face and helps you recognize how steep the climb will be and what sort of relationship is most likely. Ideally, a good analysis should never tell you more than you could have eventually figured out on your own, because it is attempting to characterize what is already there, not determine what will be; and it should never rule anything out, because it's not its place to do so. tl;dr It doesn't decide whether or not a relationship will work out, but it can be helpful and a lot of fun, especially if both you and your potential partner are interested in it and willing to take it seriously. Just don't take it too seriously; let your own personality shine, don't try to force one that you read in a horoscope.
Really sick of people saying this is a plot hole. We are never told by a reliable source that only Sora can wield the Keyblade. The only people who ever mention it are shown to be as much in the dark as is Sora himself. Are we to trust that Sora's Keyblade didn't belong to him, just because Riku took it and said it was his to begin with? Not to mention, King Triton's information on the subject hints that there may be more than one Keyblade wielder right from the start. His version of the "prophecy," for lack of a better word, is that the Keyblade wielder brings destruction and ruin, which conflicts nearly every other hypothesis at the time. And yes, we do know how all the others can wield Keyblades: They have strong hearts. Nomura came out and declared this in an interview. It's been mentioned on the site many, many times. And while we're at it, the appearance does matter, because not all Keyblades are created equal. Ventus, Terra, and Aqua all created their own; they can't be swapped out. The difference between that and Sora's Keyblade forms is that he's applying keychains to the basic weapon. The Keyblade each wielder is granted is their template, and the keychains are variations on the default form. Sora's template is the Kingdom Key, and one variation is Oathkeeper, so he will most likely be using the former at the start of the game but unlock the latter not long into the adventure. It might be said that Roxas's templates are Oathkeeper and Oblivion, but that doesn't seem right, because he can wield the standard Kingdom Key, and always starts with that--as does Xion. Roxas is shown to have his own way of applying variations in 358/2 Days, so perhaps that's where Oathkeeper and Oblivion come from... or maybe he just ended up with those keychains. Who knows. And yes, you are probably over-thinking at least the plot, because it's an excuse plot to get people to fight monsters. It's hardly unheard of. Well, in keeping with my hypothesis, it might be that Kingdom Keys can be duplicated. Otherwise, I have no way to account for it.
...Wait... Why would Sora become a Heartless from losing Ven's heart? He still has his own. Unless we're supposing he somehow gets his hands on another dark Keyblade and pulls another pseudo-suicide, which I don't see happening. Not that he wouldn't do it, the sweetheart, but would it be necessary? Kairi's heart sought refuge in Sora; it was kind of a slap-dash deal. Ven asked if he could come in. If they found Ven, who's to say his heart wouldn't return of its own accord?
A night in the city. Winter. Going to a concert with lots of friends. A band that's lively and maybe a little gritty, with lesser-known openers. Standing room only. The whole gig is crazy, everyone gets hyped up. By the end we're all raving about our favorite performances of the set, running around and goofing off. On the ride home, we start to chill; the music gets quieter, more restful. We get home; we're all staying at the same place, least for tonight. Maybe a few of us room there together. We play games for a while, old-school stuff that only we like. The night starts winding down. My lover pulls me away while the others are busy with grudge matches. We settle down in a room not far off, door cracked, a thin beam of light pouring through. We lie in each other's arms, trying to ward off the cold. We talk for a bit about the band, our friends, whatever's on our mind. Maybe I sing to her/him, or we sing together. Then we stop using words to talk. We use kisses instead. Time slows to a crawl as we take turns loving on each other. Foreplay is long and drawn out, but once we're underway it's wild and passionate. There's nothing in the whole world but her/him and me. When we finish, the lights are all off. Everyone's asleep but us. We lie entangled for a long time; still no need for words. Finally, we drift off to sleep together. Scenario end. c: My endgame is to become the person I'm meant to be. Someone who supports and inspires. Someone who can love and entertain any idea. I want to be connected as much as I can to people, share in and enrich their experiences. I want to empty my mind onto a sheet of paper, then go back out into the world and refill it, and tell every story I can manage. I want to build my own mythologies. I want to have fans I can mess with. I want to be the kind of person I've always looked up to, bring my special charm to the world I've always idolized. I want for myself and others everything that we could ever have. My motivation? That's like asking the sun why it shines. I'm built this way. Every experience and every trait I've suppressed and every trait I've created and every person I've met has molded me into the person I am. I could make any excuse in the world, try to trace that yearning to some defining moment; but the truth is that I'm just who I am. I know how I feel, even if I have trouble interpreting it sometimes. I get pangs of guilt, and I get chills up my spine, and sometimes my heart skips a beat. I know what it's all for. It's to keep me on the path. I have to find myself, and become all of me. It's as intrinsic to me as the heart beating in my chest. If I did anything else, it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be me. Mmk. c: Truth. Hm... What's your favorite kind of room, and why? Can be from any kind of building. Studio, bedroom, lunch room, bathroom, you name it.
From the looks of it, the deliberations have been delayed for a nondescript period of time. The provision that has been made is a big one, I'd wager, not just for us but for them. Yeah, which is ridiculous because it contradicts fair use and restricts freedom of expression. Not that Youtube would go down (or, likely, be forced to change their policies--They already have tons of fair use contests with the average users as-is), when they could likely buy their way out of it.
I was seriously hoping this thread would not go more than two pages without you weighing in Thank you, sir
RPG RULE #5343: If you're being smacked for huge chunks of your health and every potion chugged would only delay the inevitable, take the shot you have instead of waiting for a fluke. Especially if you're several minutes into a tough fight. You may be about to win and never know it 'til you run out of potions. I know I was wrong about the health thing, but I guarantee you, there's no variables about this one. >Stick dat ho. Apply Pizza Sensorsward.
What's your ideal lovemaking scenario? You don't have to be graphic at all; the mood and emotions are as important as the act itself. Would you want your lover beneath you, above you, beside you? Would she smile and nurture you, cradle you or kiss your cheeks? Would you take a long time to begin? Is there a certain atmosphere you'd prefer (Mood music, candles, etc.)? What season? Would you bundle up in the cold, or celebrate life in the spring? What leads up to the moment (A nice dinner, an exciting concert, etc.)? You can answer any or none of these, but be as detailed as you can manage. ...Death. Oblivion. Going to sleep and never waking up again. It frays the edges of my understanding. Everything I know tells me that nothing ever ends. To think that I could just vanish... my frail body, decay and become as nothing... my consciousness, blinked out as if it were never there to begin with... No legacy I leave will be strong enough, no innocent heart I inspire to excellence enduring enough, that they will not follow behind me in time. I love life and I love everyone who lives it. I love experience. I love the journey. To think there is something that can consume all of that, consume everything I am, everything I ever will be, everything that ever has been and ever will be... No choice, no lesson, no survivors... That thought brings me to tears, keeps me awake at night, so afraid that if I close my eyes I'll never open them again. I would fight like a cornered animal. I'd cling to anyone and anything. Anything I had left. I'd be pathetic, and I know it. My last words would be discouraging, so I would try not to speak too much. I don't know. I don't know that anyone ever has. I don't know if it's possible, and I don't know if I'm strong enough if it is possible. I'm weak. I depend on others. Is there anyone who could save me from death? There's so much uncertainty, and it's not a risk I'm willing to take, but it's going to be forced on me and I know it. The anticipation dominates me. Again, I don't know. I don't pretend I'm certain of what happens. All I want is for something to go on. For that end to beget a new beginning. I want to know it wasn't a waste. If I know that, if I'm aware of it... I'll endure anything. Even Muspelheim is better than Ginnungagap.
ARE YOU READY FOR THIS YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THIS HERE IT COMES >Tummer, Makaze, and Jayn: TRUTH TRIPLE-TEAM ON SFORZATO. Truth or Dare?* Truth or Dare?* Truth or Dare?*
You're not sure if he knows about what's going on with your computer. But there's no way he could know about the chairOHGODWHATTHESHIT. You just looked down. You wish you hadn't. The floor beneath you is gone; it just empties off into nothing. Your walls are vanishing, too. After a few moments, all that remain are your desk, your chair, and your computer. Your chair wobbles and jerks, nearly dumping you out of it. It's as if it's struggling to hold itself up. You grip the chair arms tightly and push yourself back into the seat. You feel dizzy. Don't look down, you tell yourself, just don't look down. You bring your knees up to your chin and sit there for a moment, trying to regain your composure. When you turn your eyes on the computer again, another VM has appeared. Again, no refresh, no clicking. ...Ok. Now you're scared. He says nothing more for several minutes. Still hasn't told you what the game is. He seems to be awaiting your reaction. ENTER TEXT: _
Oh my gosh, those posts from that short-lived game are still here. I feel kind of stupid looking at them now ; A; I'm such a ham.
You are almost too curious about this VM to do anything else. It literally just popped up as you were someone else writing what you were contemplating doing next. (You don't even know what that means, but you have this distinct feeling that, whatever it means, it is sufficient to emphasize the immediacy of the received VM and to clarify such for confused parties.) You did not click on your Notifications, nor did you even refresh the page. It presented itself to you... as if it knew to do so. Nevertheless, you resist the temptation. You are a good girl, your mama taught you better. The computer shows an utter disregard for your mama. You try to click your way to the Discussion section, but somewhere along the line one of the pages that loads is your profile. You know for sure that you didn't click on it or anywhere near it, but there it is. There's practically no avoiding it now; by the time you've thought to hit Back, you've already seen your new VM. What is that creepoid up to now. ENTER TEXT: _ NOTE: For manual text entry, if there is no consensus on the precise sentence(s) to be typed, a nearest approximation of the majority sentiment will be used.
