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RIGHT!?!?!? I remember watching the scene and being like "TRITON YOU'RE TOO OLD TO BE MAKIN ROOKIE MISTAKES! COME ON MAN."

I can accept that he's simply oblivious i guess

do you start all your posts with fool. because i'm gonna be honest i feel like I'm talking to excalibur. and if sora has a keyblade and since no one else has been seen using one in like a decade it would be fair to assume that he's the closest they're getting to one.

right!?! that game was incredible rude! in any case i have waited almost a decade for this game to come out so it had better be freaking awesome.

I've got two words for you: Timeless River. I would love a world like that but they've already done a world with original sketch characters. unfortunately sora's concept art wasn't included...

But if keyblade wielders are known for keeping balance WHY OH WHY would triton assume that sora was there to do anything but keep balance. also on several occasions king triton makes it very clear that he is aware that the heartless are a threat and since he knows sora is a wielder of the keyblade why wouldnt he have expected sora, who was fighting the darkness, to fulfill his role as a key wielder of keeping balance. I'm fairly certain that arguing semantics is a logical fallacy hands down the best put together response. but: wouldn't it have been fairly obvious that sora was on his side after he saved the life of tritons daughter. and as a leader wouldn't the heartless have been an immediate threat since they were in large enough numbers and close enough to his palace to attack his own daughter. that would mean that ursala had it not triton. and since the heartless were there before sora got there that argument wouldnt really hold.

care to elaborate?

1. but how did leon know about keyblade wielders when according to him the world was taken by darkness 9 years prior to the first game, when the only weilder left was king mickey who from what i saw in birth by sleep was only average.also triton is the king of the seas, so why wouldnt he know that there were heartless roaming around in his domain. also, triton is aware that sora saved her daughter. why then would he assume that sora was no more than a trouble maker? Fool. Triton, being the king of his domain should at least be aware about what's going on in it. and he is aware that there are heartless in his world so why wouldn't he know that AT LEAST his world was on the brink of being swallowed by darkness? especially since he seems to know something about key wielders and their duties.

In the past disney hasn't shied away from making casual nods to other characters in the franchise and final fantasy has a popular series based on the idea of gathering heroes from separate games coming together (dissidia). But in the kingdom hearts games a lot of the time from separate worlds never meet (with the exception of the princesses.) there even exist rules in the first game that prohibit you from meddling in the affairs of other worlds. but with recent games going farther and farther away from these rules it would be safe to theorize that in our next installment of kingdom hearts we may be breaking those barriers all together. one of the things i was thinking is that for the first time we wouldn't just see herc and auron fighting but aladdin and mulan. the barriers between worlds get so frayed that worlds start melting into each other and before you know it you have the most epic tag teams ever. it's just an idea but i wanted to talk about it. any thoughts?

So in the atlantica level of the game king triton speaks as if he knows a lot about the boundaries of worlds and how they're set up. my question is why and how does he know about the keyblade and the keyholes. and since he knew sora was a keyblade wielder why didn't he just help immediately instead of waiting until his trident was stolen and his kingdom was in even more parel. this is just one of the many things that caught my attention during my nostalgic play through and since i didn't see a plot thread stickied or anything i thought it would be appropriate to have an all around plot hole thread to discuss... well plot holes. Just a couple of INB4's before we get started >inb4 KH wasn't supposed to have a sequel >inb4 It's just a game these aren't valid arguments as a lot of the themes and ideals of the game appear in later games meaning that nomura had to have used most of the events of kingdom hearts 1 to make 2. also a lot of the KH1 exposition from characters lines up with whatever happened in Birth by sleep meaning that nomura wasn't making all of it up as it went. now that that is out of the way, any thoughts?

wow thanks it's great to be back

i just need to be doing something.

hey guys where's the plot. im pretty lost

foxyshazam...... where the hell have you been all my life

when the threat of police became ilmenite and with Blake's track record his only option was to escape onto the roof where he now presided. as he surveyed the city he trhought to himself of the coming challenges he would face.

(oooooh agrivation)

((oathkeepr: lol when di that get there sorry)) Blake, startled at the sound of the gunshot pulled out a stick of dynamite, keeping it consealed things just keep getting more interesting i swear

Blake bumped into Alexander who was leaning against a wall and was very armed. he looked like a mafioso and in his Blake's experience he had only killed mafioso when necessary. why didnt i steal his wallet blake thought as he escorted himself to an emty booth. Blake's vibrant blue eyes surveyed t and saw that almost everyone in the building was armed. well.........F*ck Blake thought. he still had some explosives from the church fire but he was still a bit apprehensive.

"now where could the plot be" Blake thought aloud as he walked through the city. he saw some teenagers walking into a maid cafe and decided since he wasn"t really doing anything anyway he could totally go for some tea. "there's something off about this place. i like it" he said walking through the doors.

Blake looked at his work. the priest hung from the ceiling from his feet. "how do you like the view up there father?" the side of the priests face had been singed by the flames from the fireplace and he looked both worn and apprehensive of the maniac in front of him. Blake held in his hands one of the priest's rods. "now its time for your punishment" Blake said and began to beat the priest mercilessly with the rod. the sound of wood hitting damp flesh and the agonizing screams of the priest filled the halls of the silent monastery. When Blake had his fill he removed the cloth from the priest's mouth. " YOU.......you will be punished....... god will punish .........you" the priest let out. "bahhahahahahhahaha i catholic priest who rapes little boys condenms the serial killer who's punishing him ISNT THAT I R O N I C I R O N I C I R O N I C. i'm going to kill you now. but before you reach the maw i'll give you a secret. i bet youre wondering what i am and what is going on. i have killed all the children here with poison.... why you might ask.... i dont know.... these voices.......the VOICES... they commanded me to ....now do you want to know how i will PUNISH you" Blake polled out a knife from his pocket and began to make thin cuts in the skin of the priests arms and made the shape of an "x" on the priest's stomach. "you'd bleed out by morning under normal circumstances but i am merciful. if you can untie yourself and get out before this place is burnt sky high i will let you live." Blake unearthed his backpack and in it there was a few bombs and a kerosene lamp. he carefully taped the bombs to the priest and then place the lamp under him. he then poured gasoline around the entire room." so if you make it out alive of here before i can blow this place up i'll spare you" Blake said lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. "ready.... go!" he dropped the cigarette and jumped out of the window. the room was set ablaze. Blake ran as quickly as he could into the mexican countryside until he was clear of the blast radius. after catching his breath he rejoiced "yeah he's definetly dead guys..." blake suddenly saw the silhouette of a man on fire crawling out of the monastery. pulled a detonator out of his bag. " well you seem to have miraculously survived.... WELL ITS A GOOD THING I DONT HAVE ANY HONOR" he yelled and clicked the detonator blowing the pastor and the monastery sky high........ Blake walked through the city where he saw a maid cafe and and an appartment complex named sacred heaven.... Blake was happy to be in a more civilized place and wondered if there were any in this city who needed deliverence to the maker. he had grown fond of the idea of helping those who needed his help whether they were aware of the need or not. He had also grown fond of arson and wondered if he could burn an entire city to the ground. all lhe knew was that he was ready for whatever happened next

Blake was different. Some might have called Blake insane, others may have said he was demon possessed or even the spawn of Satan himself but one thing was for sure: Blake saw the world around him differently from others. He looked upon the world with a truly terrifying clarity. from a very early age he was able to see things for what they were. He completely understood and accepted the world as a dark place full of hypocrisy and smiles. He knew that those who didn't wear smiles were just too weak to accept these realities and he felt truly sorry for those people. Blake did not hate weakness, not at all. he sometimes wished that he could be as innocent and pathetic as those that he rescued from sadness. He felt something similar to love for his victims, those who proudly wore their misery as a badge of humanity. he respected everyone who was sad and hurt for to him they were truly the innocent. Blake did however hate those who were truly happy "To live in a cesspool such as this and find joy should be a sin, a crime against humanity. We all must suffer, right" he would think as he walked through crowded cities. When Thomas Blake had departed from the world Blake Blue had reached a new level of enlightenment. he felt the cold hands of fate pushing him toward the truly depressed and he believed that the time to act. for the past year he had delivered many of the bewildered to the other side to meet their maker. the one who loved all. But as of late he had pondered as to whether there was more to his mission then just that. he knew of those who had caused much misery but felt none and felt as if they were an abomination. so with the passing of his twentieth birthday he decided to alter his mission slightly. to deliver the wicked to the maw and the broken to the creator.during his last massacre he came across a priest who contented himself in destroying the mental and physical conditions of his younger pupils. He watched as the man would take the innocene of young boys in a way not very different from the way his was taken( if he ever really had any to begin with). he looked at the broken faces of the children as their very joy was being taken from them- sucked out by a tyrannical ruler. at the time he worked as a cook for the monestary and was able to see all. particular the a boy named samuel. samuel was holding on to a smile. this smile truly saddened Blake, who knew what was behind the smile. one da during his break blake was given the oppotunity to speak with sammuel. sammuel walked into the kitchen as Blake was reading to inquire on behalf of the head father as to what the meals would be and to request that the food be delivered to the father in his office. Blake obliged when suddenly sammuel asked Blake for his name."Phillipe desegura" Blake answered."It is a pleasure to meet you phillipe. i am sammuel.""Charmed""Where are you from Phillipe" sammuel asked"Spain"Blake said offhandedly."How can that be when your eyes are as blue as the skies""you ask alot of questions" 'Im sorry its just that you showed up two months ago almost without warning and you have been the talk of the school""oh really""why yes, you are so quiet and humble and mysterious and..."as sammuel continued to go on blake noticed a locket around his neck."What is that around your neck" he asked"it is a necklace my mother gave to me when i was very little. its my most prized possesion in the world""are you and your mother close""i havent seen her in a very long time but when i get out of here i will look for her""you seem hopeful""i am. i know one day i'll find her""thats good. i have faith in you""Thank you phillipe""shouldnt you be doing something sammuel""Oh yes i nearly forgot" he said and began to hurry away. suddenly he stopped and turned back "I hope we can speak with each other again sometime""I'm sure we will" Blake said smiling gentlysatisfied with the answer Samuel ran off cheerfully. Blake's expression quickly changed from kind to saddened. he felt sorry for sammuel who was holding on so desperatly to hope. he had seen many cases of this but never in one so young. sammuel didnt look anywhere over 12. one his age dint need to know the sorrow of holding on. as Blake prepared the dinner he wondered how long he would stay in the monastery as it had been much since he had killed anyone and he hadn't felt the urge to either. things were peaceful if for no other reason than that the misery quieted all the sound. the monastery was truly frieghteningly silent. the pitter patter of the childrens feet had been silenced by a a thick sorrow. the only sounds you could hear were the feet of phillipe that sounded awkward and out of place, Samuel's feet that sound joyous and free and the feet of the head father's which boomed and silenced all. the father was a cruel and strict man who never missed a moment to indulge himself in the finer things leaving his wards with the scraps. as Blake walked down the halls to deliver the food to the head father's office he heard a noise that was unmistakably the sound of Sammuel's cries. there wasn't a doubt in Blake's mind that the father was having his way with poor SAM. Blake hurried to the door where he was able to catch a Silluoette of the father taking Samuel's innocence. when the father was done he ordered samuell to put his clothes back on and get out but noticed a gloden chain hanging from sammuels pockethe pulled it out and esamined it"what the hell is this" the father orderedsammuel desperately attempted to grab it but the father punched him."ANSWER ME SCUM" The father demanded."it is my mother's necklace" sammuel let out";Do you know your mother" the priest asked."no we were seperated when i was very young"';I can tell you all about her"; said the priest tauntingly " She was a whore through and through. if there was man alive she wanted him inside of her. after learning however that she had a virus she wanted to devote her life to the lord's work. but once a whore always a filthy dirty whore. she soon became my concubine and we fornicated on a regular basis. but one day the slut became impregnated and as i have no use for a pregnent woman i sent her away. but a year later the stupid whore came back with a little bastard in her arms claiming it was mine. so i did what any father worried about his reputation would do. i killed the dumB WHORE. but i let the child live as i have not the conscience to kill a baby. so i let the brat live. had i known he had such a lovely piece of jewelry i would have pawned it before it could spring such hope in the unsightly brat""LIES" without realizing it sammuel had punched the preist " YOURE JUST A STUPID ;LIAR"outraged, the preist grabbed sammuel's arm and broke it."HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME!!"; The preist exploded, grabbing one of his wooden rods. " YOU ARE TRASH" he screamed as he began beating sammuel "YOUR MOTHER WAS TRASH AND YOU ARE TRASH. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE TRASH. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LIVE." suddenly his rod broke. still in a blind fury the preist picked up a wooden chair and broke it over sammuel's back. Blake from behind the door cringed as he heard a snapping sound from sammuels back. the sound snapped the preist out of his rage and as he regained his composure he ordered sammuel to crawl back to his room. as the door opened blake hid behind a pillar and watched the poor boy crawl seperately toward his room the pastor glanced outside and went back into his study. blake waited a few minutes and brought the priest his food without a word. then went into sammuel's room.sammuel looked utterly defeated. sammuel seemed to notice Blake and said "what's your real name Phillipe."blake sat near Sammuel. "It's Blake.""Why did you come hear" "i'm a savior of sorts""what do you save people from"sadness" Blake saidsilence...."will you save me from my sadness" the young boy asked"......are you sure" "there is no hope. not since that man has killed the only thing i hold on to.""You will be with her soon child" Blake said. "rest assured that your sadness is finally over"a teardrop came from Sammuel's eye. "thank you.." he said weakly. Blake kissed his forehead and quickly snapped the childs neck. a painless death.....Blake walked over to the priest's room barging in. "how can i help you Phillipe" said the preist sitting behind his desk."did you enjoy your food?" asked Blake."But of course Phillipe you are a fine chef now if that is all please i am very""Good" Blake interrupter "now lets get down to business"" what ever could you mean Phil-""you're a child molester and a murderer""......." the priest was furious but silent Blake continued. "for two months i have watched you destroy the lives of many children to satisfy your sick need and now i will be the hammer of justice that bring you dow- hahahhahahhaahhahahahahahhahahahaha"the priest was confused and demanded "what foolisness is this" "Im sorry" Blake stated pushing back tears of laughter" its just i can never take that justice crap seriously, you know. its like I'm the biggest hypocrite ever and i still dont feel like the biggest peice of crap in this room. yeah the irony is killing me. kinda like how i'll be killing you. LOL I'M FREAKIN HILARIOUS ARENT I?" The pastor who was pannicking at this point pulled out a gun and shot at Blake but missed. "HAHA I FORGOT TO TELL YOU the food i cooked has somke kind of ummm....... non lethal....... poison........" blake became siilent. then suddenly a look of great excitement grew on his face. in an almost un human fashion he jumped onto the pastors desk knocking the revolver out of his hand and grabbing him by the coller." shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........They speak......." "They?!?!??! What the hell are you-" BLake pushed the hypocite to the ground and proclaimed " THE VOICES THEY WANT ME TO TORTURE YOU FIRST.... THEY SAY YOU MUST SUFFER ..... SUFFER FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS....."

that actually makes a bit of sense thanks brah

I've been writing songs for a few year but i seem to have the problem of only ever being able to write the first verse and something of a bridge. I always seem to lose momentum around the hook. in this particular song i lost momentum and was wondering if you guys that i should push through the writers block and move on and if so in which direction would be cool. I bum for love like i bum for cigarettes and i drink until i choke cuz day by day the top gets heavy its so hard to stay afloat and sometimes, i wish tomorrow wouldn't come i wouldn't have to get out of bed, cuz im just a nervous wreck and i'll play your heart like i play guitar but the notes will surely stop im climbing up through downward spirals tryna make it to the top and sometimes i wish i didnt have to feel because i wouldn't feel regret, see im just a nervous wreck..... I'm still learning about writing but thats what i've gotten its just a few lines put together on one of those nights. any advice? i particularly need some help with writing a hook that actaully makes sense, like how would i go about writing that? thanks in advance.

honestly i have to agree with the worker about final fantasy seven. i palyed it when i was little and again recently and i gotta tell you i dont think it would mean near as much if they turned it into a beautiful linear cluster of madness. i prefer the dorky 16-bit graphics and the voiceless cloud. also with the current perception of cloud being scewed to make him seem cold and emo when he was just quiet and kinda dorky i dont think alot of the fans who are so yearning for the remake would like it very much at all. also crossdressing cloud would look really weird in 3-d....

it's definitely between Xion"s death or the line " I've only got seven days left of summer vacation" the line depressed me because roxas gets flung around the most as a character. nobody care about him at all. he really just wants to be his own person but is constantly told that he dosent deserve to be in one way or another. and then after being forced to kill one of his best freinds, he has his memories stripped away and is forced to live a lie that he believes is the truth until axel come and effectively messes that up as well. Roxas is like bad luck brian. he just cant catch a break.