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Grotesquery replied to hazzlie's topic in Random & Forum Games
Hornswaggle. There is clearly a little plastic man in the caboose over there. I demand my munies back. -
It's probably just because people consider 16 to be such a bigger number than 15. For example, the difference between the numbers 14 and 15 is immeasurable compared to the difference between the numbers 15 and 16. This doesn't make any sense, but it still happens anyways.
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Why Nomura Focused On KHIII Is Bittersweet
Grotesquery replied to Ruby Rose's topic in Random & Forum Games
It's been so long since Kingdom Hearts 2, they may as well call it Kingdom Hearts 15 now too. -
Cheesiest KH Pick-Up Line Ever
Grotesquery replied to TheFinalPersonaKeyblade's topic in Kingdom Hearts - General
Beg your pardon Ma'am, but is your name Kairi? Cause you just made me stab myself in the chest releasing the hearts of seven princesses thereby transforming me into a small shadow thingy after-which I run around a castle full of Final Fantasy characters before you hug me and I turn back into a kid with clown shoes. That reminds me, have you ever heard of Kingdom Hearts? -
Another episode of RWBY that doesn't screw with the head-cannon is a success in my book.
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A terrible baby would've been crying and making tons of noise
An awesome baby was showcased this episode
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No, Xehanort actually doesn't like sharing
Grotesquery replied to Jim's topic in Random & Forum Games
I think this was how the sweetstack keyblade was created. Xehanort hoarded all the food in the universe then crafted it into a keyblade in a failed attempt at opening Kingdom Hearts. I mean, can you think of any other explanation? FORGE THE FOOD CHAIN -
To be fair, I think there was a lot more effort put into Origins because it was a much shorter series.
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FFIV: The After Years - how long is each tale?
Grotesquery replied to Sora96's topic in General Discussion
Well, that kind of sucks. It's a shame, they really added a lot of replay-ability to the game, -
FFIV: The After Years - how long is each tale?
Grotesquery replied to Sora96's topic in General Discussion
Yeah. Each one should only last you a few hours, with the exception of the Lunarian tale, which I swear goes by almost instantly. There are optional challenge dungeons to complete in each tale, which I recommend at least trying, since I personally found them to be a lot of fun. They reward you with materials that you use later on in the final tale to create the best items in the game. If that's not your cup of tea, then I'd guess you could complete every tale in about 20 hours or so, minimum. The final tale really isn't that long, but since the last dungeon is so ridiculously inflated, it feels like it lasts for an eternity. -
We need a kickstarter. "HAIKU: THE MOVIE"(2017)- by Squirting Demyx
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The "Cliques" of Kingdom Hearts 13!
Grotesquery replied to Grotesquery's topic in Random & Forum Games
That's fine. This topic, put simply, was a complete joke. From the beginning it was meant to humorously show similarities between different people and how they naturally tend to act like one another. However, at its heart, the point of the thread was to show that putting people into categories is meaningless. The Goth category? It's nothing that describes you as a person. Rather, it only describes personality traits you have in common with other people I've seen on the site (You really do remind me a lot of Cucco and Rox). You saying you hate Goths is silly, because "Goths" don't exist. The term goth is merely used to refer to a group of people who are lumped together due to a similar personality trait. Goth is just an idea, a representation of certain personalities and life styles. You can hate that if you want, but you obviously can't hate the people as a whole because you singularly cannot understand every single one of them. -
The "Cliques" of Kingdom Hearts 13!
Grotesquery replied to Grotesquery's topic in Random & Forum Games
I'd say you're either in the master race or Aaron category. Could go either way at this point. -
Hello, everyone. As you may or may not be aware, I’ve been slinking around this amazing site for nigh-on two years, now. And in that time, I’ve come to realize that our precious site has the unspoken tendency to separate certain people into certain classifications which under many circumstances could be regarded as a class system. This effect is no doubt subtle; so much so that many would argue it may not even exist! However, running under the assumption that it does, I’ve decided to take this opportunity to have a crack at making sense of this madcap site and its madcappier inhabitants. So, without further ado, let us begin our little social experiment. P.S: I am fully aware that something like this has the tendency to invoke quite a bit of negativity. For that reason, I am asking that you take none of this seriously so that you have the greatest chance of not having your feelings hurt in any way. That being said, I have also tried to go about this with as much dignity as is humanely possible. In no way am I saying that you all fit into definitive stereotypes and I am certainly not saying I have the right to judge you in such a way. This is merely a test assuming that every person on this site is an unchanging character study. Thank you for your time and understanding. Editor’s for the newspaper: -Examples: Jim, Goldpanner, Catmaster101 You swear you almost never see these guys. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch a glimpse every now and then, but just as soon as you spot them they almost seem to disappear again. You commonly go weeks on end without seeing them in public, but since they work for the news team you assume they’re just busy. The Principle: -Examples: DChicuh You usually only see this guy if he’s making an announcement or if you’re in serious trouble. The Master Race: -Examples: Squirting Demyx, Flaming Lea, Ruby Rose, Dracozombie You can’t help but feel that these guys live in a special kind of world which you’ll never get to see up close. They seem almost perfect; it’s like they always know exactly what to say in what situation. They’re unnaturally active, especially for people who usually post such impressive content. They tend not to share their feelings much though, instead opting to just “go with the joke and make em’ laugh”. However, when things get serious, they know when to cut the act and get down to what’s really important. The Fanclub: -Examples: Kittensonfire, Waytodawn, Javelin434 You literally have no idea how these guys are so upbeat. They usually have something they can all unite over and gush about, while everyone watches from the sidelines and ignorantly wonders what’s going on. Sadly, people usually don’t join in the gushing if they can avoid it, but that certainly doesn’t hamper the experience. Most are satisfied to let them do whatever they want so long as they don’t go overboard. You always thought that they all kept a lot of themselves hidden inside, but you’re content to wait and let them have their fun until things get serious. The Nerds: -Examples: Arcmin, Vili1997, Xeveemon Similar to, yet not exactly on the level of the fanclubs. Unlike fanclubs, they usually don’t associate with each-other. These guys are outcasts who have the habit of going through casual attempts of drawing the attention of other cliques. They commonly specialize in certain fields of creative expression, which they like to share with other people when they can. Unfortunately, not many people tend to gravitate towards their work, instead falling under the aforementioned trapping of happily letting them do what they want. However, the nerds are strong-hearted. No matter what happens, they never give up, and they never stop moving forward. They may hit a bump or two along the way, but they are always striving for self-improvement and won’t let anyone bring them down. They occasionally have an unspoken crush on one of the popular kids that usually doesn’t last long. The Goths: -Examples: Jack Frost, Cucco, Roxsox A sub-genus of the nerd culture, these guys are a lot of the above and more so. Unlike nerds, they usually tend to be a lot more open with expressing their emotions, and usually don’t care who they offend. This isn’t always a strength, mind you, but people can still respect them for what they do. Usually have sensitive standings on controversial subjects, so they aren’t the most popular people around. But the guys who know what’s up know when people are being ignorant and when they’re making meaningful commentary, so they tend to get along with the Goths fairly well. Unfortunately, not every Goth fits snugly into either one of the ignorant or meaningful categories at all times. The Hall-Monitors: -Examples: Shana09, Caityraindrop, Zola You keep hearing that these guys used to be a whole lot more social before they suddenly became burdened with such awesome responsibility. You see them socializing from time to time, but you can tell people can’t forget the sight of them as moderators. People say to you that they’re still really cool and a ton of fun to be around, but you just can’t shake the feeling that you’re seeing less and less of them these days. The Roleplayers: -Examples: Hazimie, MDSVeritas, Yuffie Kisaragi, a lot of other people who fit into other categories. These guys aren’t really as weird as they sound. In fact, you can respect them for what they do; usually off just doing their own thing. These guys tend to create their own little worlds where they can all escape and be different people, which you don’t have a problem with. What really gets you is when you start seeing people from other cliques joining in on the experience with them! Your mind is just completely blown by the diversity. You never thought that such a strange category could bring so many people together. The Creators: -Examples: Golden Fighter, Daniel Black, Xamtweth-ReMIXed These guys are kind of like nerds, but with one, incredible difference. They’re actually successful. These guys specialize in a field of creative expression, whether its art, literature, or music, and they actually succeed in garnering an audience. Whether it’s from charisma or the possibility that they really are better at what they do than their less-successful brethren, no one can really say for sure. Usually have the characteristics of nerds, but are more layed-back and satisfied with their lives as is. Occasionally have awesome relationships. Sora96: -Examples: Sora96 People… don’t like him? Maybe? Sometimes? I don’t really get it. Aaron: -Examples: ??? I don’t even know enough about him to give him his own category. I mean jeez, man, make something of yourself on these forums! The Best Generation: -Examples: Hatok, Weiss, Baylaust You’re constantly told by people who are still here that these guys were the best thing ever. Probably members of the master race who have since moved on to greater things, all you keep hearing is how amazing they were. You always regretted joining at such an inopportune time, because from what you’ve heard, they really sound like people you would’ve wanted to see more of. The real sadness comes from the people who you knew were there with you, but you never really learned to appreciate before they left. Life is a strange thing.
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There isn't always one Xehanort, but when there is, there's thirteen of him.
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Part II
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Part I Entry #1, January 4th 01 AG How long has it been since I did something like this? A year, maybe? It probably just feels that way. These last few… months? Days, even… all of them have been the longest of my life. It feels like my last journal entry was a lifetime ago. Father told me that it would be healthy to write my feelings down in a journal again, even when considering what happened last time. I think he just doesn’t want me to keep everything bottled up inside. Because he’s been so strong these last few months, I’ve decided to honor his wishes. No matter how much it hurts. Every time I write down a new word I feel a burning pain inside my chest, because I’m reminded of the way things used to be. I keep telling myself that this is what’s best, but that doesn’t make the pain go away. I suppose the only thing I can do is take everything one step at a time and try not to think about it too hard. Entry # 2, January 5th 01 AG Dad said I didn’t have to leave home, but I knew he was just trying to convince himself of that. I could tell, deep inside, he knew what I felt. There’s nothing left for me there anymore. Any semblance of normalcy died away a long time ago. I’ve tried moving on, acting like everything’s the same. But it isn’t. There’s a hole there that can never be filled and I’m not going to pretend like I can live with it anymore. I don’t have anything left. Just this burning pain and a confused drive for something I can’t begin to understand. I don’t even know what I’m striving for; all I know is that I need answers. Once I accepted that, I realized it was time to become a different person. The first thing I needed to do was involve myself in my Mother’s work. Now, I never really had a passion for her profession, I merely found it admirable. But that doesn’t matter now. I don’t care what I have to go through, whether it’s heaven or hell. I will have the ending I deserve. Entry #3, January 14th 01 AG I’ve arrived at the Academy today, and thought I’d record a few details regarding what’s happened. While today was merely initiation, a slow start to get us into the swing of our new lives, I still couldn’t help but feel uneasy. If I was expecting anything from this school, it certainly wasn’t what I got. Things started off well enough. The headmaster cordially introduced himself personally to all the new students. As a side note, I couldn’t help but feel surprised at just how many people were accepted here; from what I’ve heard, this is a rather prestigious academy. The headmaster seemed a bit jarring at first, not anything like what I envisioned. His words were strange, stagnant, almost robotic. He spoke of how we all lacked initiative and drive, how we were a waste of time. From my eyes, it seemed as though he was trying to provoke us with his words, trying to give us a standard to strive for. An interesting approach, but I imagine he merely served to confuse most of the starting class. After initiation, I was shown my dormitory. While the school does not require us to live on student grounds, I was glad enough that they offered housing. Spending another day at home would have been agony. Surprisingly enough, the dormitories were co-ed. Not as if it made much difference; they were large enough to house a single student in each of their rooms. I can say I’m glad that I don’t have anyone to distract me though; I’d rather not make any friends here. And at the very least, I can write in peace. Entry #4, January 26th 01 AG Things are going rather smoothly. At least, about as much as I could ask for. My classes are basic and relatively simple enough to work through, so I can guess all of us are still in a stage where the school is attempting to ease its students into the program. Some of those students seem to be struggling, however. Not due to lack of intelligence or talent, mind you, but simply determination. Our classes, while trivial, are all consuming. I can imagine that most those who lack the discipline to work through all the material in a timely manner will drop out before next semester, because they simply don’t have the commitment to follow through. The first few weeks have been grating, there are too many childish and overly optimistic students plaguing the halls. I’m not saying those are inherently terrible qualities, but I know that with mindsets like that, they won’t last long, unless their devotion is unshakable. For me, there was obviously no question. I see a few spare people now and again who I can tell feel the same way. It’s a stark contrast; one that I hope persists. Needless to say, I feel more comfortable in the company of people more akin to myself. It’s likely that I won’t be recording my days in the journal on an annual basis, as I did before. For one, I would like to focus on my studies, and secondly, I’ll have little of significance to speak about after this. I’ll see when I can update this journal most conveniently. Until that time, I will need to attend to other matters. Entry #5, February 27th 01 AG I’ve begun contact with one of my Mother’s former co-workers. Apparently, he received word from my father regarding what I plan to spend the foreseeable future dedicated to. Put lightly, he does not approve of my decision. I’m not sure why, but he was rather adamant that this was a fool’s journey. I promptly informed him that nothing would shake my resolve at this point, yet he refused to back down himself. Our conversation ended badly, yet he did give me a number which I could use to get in touch with him if need be. I gave him my own in turn, and he promptly went on his way. The fact that he was willing to travel such a distant to see me for such an apparently mundane reason proves that he isn’t telling me something. I’m not sure what, but I’ll get the truth out of him eventually. No matter the cost. Entry #6, May 3rd 01 AG *This entry has unfortunately been restricted by the Collaboration. Due to the divulgence of sensitive personal information, it is no longer available for public browsing. Thank you for your patience and understanding.* Entry #7, May 27th 01 AG Not enough time to explain everything. The final test went fine. Need to make some modifications. Have to decide where I’ll stay for summer. Need to make a few calls. Entry #8, June 25th 01 AG After my stay at the academy, I was forced to return home. Unfortunately for me, the school I’m currently enrolled in doesn’t offer summer courses, and by extension, summer housing for students. When returned to my family, I was greeted with the same kind of desolation I anticipated. My youngest sister was still in shock, which was understandable, given what she’s been through. The middle child, my other younger sister, was more accepting of what had transpired. And as a result, she was less than kind towards me. Our father tried his best to mediate between us, but I don’t believe anything could have fixed that rift now. I made my choice when I left for the academy, and that can never be taken back. It’s hard to accept, but I figure that so long as that’s true, nothing will ever be settled between us. However, what hurt more than anything was the thought that my youngest sister would feel the same way once she came to terms with what happened. That’s why I couldn’t bear staying there any longer. Losing the bond with my first sister was hard, but we never really saw eye to eye in the first place. Losing the love of the youngest would make everything all the more agonizing; out of everyone, she may have been the one I cared for most. It hurt to see her in so much pain, but it would hurt even more to see her come to hate me as her older sister does. For that reason, I’ve resolved to never come back, at least not for the foreseeable future. Dad understood my reasoning. While he never approved of my choices either, he still supported me, despite how much pain I had caused. One of my greatest regrets walking this path is knowing that I’ll most likely never become a man like him. I remained at the house for about 2 weeks, before deciding that I had to leave. My father arranged for me to stay with my uncle during the rest of summer, and he even managed to convince him to house me for the rest of my seasons away from the school, if need be. I can’t say I’m surprised things were able to work out this way, though. My uncle is rarely ever at his home, as his job commonly demands he work in the field. I’m currently on the way to stay with him. Since this whole process is starting to feel like a waste of time, I probably won’t write anything else in this journal unless I find it absolutely necessary. Entry #9, October 26th 02 AG Roughly two nights ago, I received a call from the man described in my fifth entry. I had nearly forgotten him, and for a good reason; we haven’t spoken since. After our first meeting, I tried to contact him, but to no avail. Needless to say, to have him call me at such an unexpected time was jarring. He sounded much more relaxed than last time we met, however. It seems he’s come to terms with what I plan on doing. He offered me an ultimatum. He said that he would answer any of my questions so long as I swore to leave everything that had happened behind me and just return home. It was a tempting offer, to be sure. One I may have even agreed to had he posed it when we first met. But I’ve come too far to let things be solved so simply. I needed to find the answer for myself, because that drive was all I had to live for anymore. Once he understood this, there was a long silence. He said, with a very noticeable hint of sadness in his voice, that he was afraid I would say something like that. He finished briefly by saying that a package would be arriving for me shortly. Just earlier today, I received the package he mentioned. My Mother’s journal. He included a note saying that the journal probably wouldn’t answer any of my questions, but may help me understand why my Mother did the things she did. I’ve already read through it, and can say it neither answers my questions nor helps me to gleam any further understanding of why this has happened. But… I’m glad I have it. If nothing else, it’s for purely sentimental reasons, yet I was still happy to read through it. I feel like it’s a part of mom that I still didn’t know about, a part that I can experience one more time. I can’t help but feel like she’s here, speaking to me through this book. She doesn’t mention anyone else, so maybe this is what she intended to happen. If she did this to try and make me feel better, I suppose it worked, if only for a little bit. I’ll read through it again and see if I missed anything. Entry #10, May 30th 03 AG As of this writing, I’ve read through the journal roughly seven times. Nothing’s gained any clarity at all. I’ll have to retire it as a possible source of information. First term graduation was a couple of days ago. I managed to pass most of my classes with little relative difficulty, which shouldn’t surprise me as I’ve heard the second terms are where prospective students are truly tested. The most difficult parts of these last three years have been ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *The preceding statements are under level 3 restriction.* I can expect more of that in the coming months. But to be frank, that’s not what worries me. This profession is a team based endeavor. Our first term is intended to prepare us singularly, so that we can ultimately fend for ourselves. The second is meant to see how we function in a team centered environment, where we are evaluated for another three years based on our performance and ultimately relegated to pre-selected units that best coincide with our personalities. I’m not going to pretend like I’m a social person. I’m not exactly shy, nor do I despise the company of others, I just don’t like getting other people involved in my life at this point. I’m not sure how things will unravel in these next few years, but I can at least say that no matter what happens it won’t tarnish my determination. At the very least, I can take solace in knowing that. After the closing ceremony, I was approached by the headmaster. Apparently, word of my journaling got around these last few years. He asked if he could have a copy to put in regulation for the higher-ups in the educational system to study, and determine ways to improve their teaching methods. Word of my habit must have been inflated, as rumors often are. I don’t believe they understand yet that this journal is likely too bare to serve them any practical use. All the same, I didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. If anyone else can benefit from my work, I’m not just going to deny them. I suppose I should be more careful with personal information like this, but they informed me that anything too implicit would be edited. Even so, I doubt that much of this journal is anything worth hiding regardless. I’ll be sending them the journal shortly after this entry, as I see little use for it much longer. If the urge strikes me, I’ll find a new one and start chronicling my life beyond this point once I arrive at my second term academy. Entry # 11, May 31st 03 AG I can’t believe they did this. It’s sickening… I know she’s been having trouble coping with what’s happened, but this isn’t the answer. I don’t care if it’s working. I have to stop this. *The remainder of the journal is empty. The Collaboration received this document roughly 2 weeks after the final entry was recorded. The student Alexander was recorded as registering in our advanced courses as planned the following semester. It is unknown what transpired following this entry.*
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More specifically, a Mary Sue is a character with no personal issues to work through, someone who is only in the story for the sole reason of wish-fulfillment. These characters only receive flack because they are generally boring to readers who want something more dynamic. Your character does not seem to fit this description, so long as you build a small character arc around her growing up. For example, giving her a chip on her shoulder from the way she was raised which makes her shy and unable to look at people directly would give her a unique problem to deal with. This does not make her a Mary Sue because, even though it gives her more focus in the overall narrative, it is an understandable character flaw that needs to be conquered. That being said, I agree with Oishii. When you're first starting out it's best to just forget your worries and write whatever you feel passionately about. Share it with others, and if they say that something could have been done better, take it into consideration and maybe revise your early work if you feel they're right. Don't be afraid to fail; failure is just a part of the process.
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The Diary of Alexander the Great Entry #1; July 9th, 98 AG Dad got me this weird book yesterday for my 12th birthday. At first I thought he was joking when he gave it to me, because mom’s always the one who reads me stories, and dad knows I hate reading myself. He told me it wasn’t for reading, but writing stuff in. I didn’t really get it. I probably wouldn’t have guessed it was for that if he hadn’t told me, because I don’t really like stuff that’s boring. And opening up a book full of blank pages is about as boring as it gets around here. I told mom to write the stuff for me or whatever I was supposed to do, but she just laughed at me and said I didn’t get the rules of the game. Mom was wrong probably. If this was a game it would have pictures or pieces. But she kept saying that the point was for me to write in the book myself. That’s where I started thinking this was a joke again. Games are supposed to be fun. Writing isn’t fun. At least I don’t think so. Everyone else kept giggling at me so I guess they were having fun but I just felt like the whole thing was stupid. Mom said that if I just start writing random stuff it would be easier. Well, she was right, but that doesn’t make this any less dumb. Entry #2; July 14th, 98 AG Sis caught me not writing and told mom! She’s so annoying sometimes. Looks like I have to actually do this anyway. After dad found out he sat me down and got about as serious as he can get. He said that this was supposed to build character or something and that I would have to keep at it to see any results. He then gave me a whole bunch of rules that just make this thing more painful. To make things easier I’m just gonna write them all here so I don’t forget them and get dad on my case again. 1. Write more than 100 words every day 2. Mention something that happened to you that day 3. Make sure you label the date for every day The journal already comes with dates premade and stuff so I don’t need to worry about the last one. It’s the other two that are going to be just really stupid. Right now I’m just hoping that after I use up the whole book writing that mom and dad are just going to give this all up. Entry #3 July 15th, 98 AG Nothing happened. Dad left for a while to go shop. Mom stayed home like always. Dad came home with a new book. Mom read it to me and the baby. Sis didn’t come because she said she was getting too old for that. She just wants to make me mad cause I’m older than her. Still don’t know why I’m supposed to even be doing this. Maybe I’ll find out tomorrow. Entry #4 July 16th, 98 AG I didn’t find out today. Mom had to leave for the first time in a while for business. Dad stayed home and worked the factory. Me and Sis had to take care of the baby, but dad helped a lot. The baby cried a lot because mom was gone. I’m starting to think she just shouldn’t leave. Mom didn’t come back when it got dark so sis was starting to worry. I got kind of scared too. Dad said she was fine and just working late. I hope he’s right. Entry #5 July 17th, 98 AG Mom’s still not home. Too bored to write. Dad’s busy so it’s not like he cares. Entry #6 July 26th, 98 AG Mom came home today! She was really tired when she got here but I was just happy to see her. I think Sis and the baby were even happier though, but ther girls so maybe it has something to do with that? Uncle was with mom when she came home, which was awesome! Everyone was really happy to see him too because we didn’t even know he was coming. Even dad was happy to see him! Mom was acting really weird though. She asked me if I was studying while she was gone even though I told her it was summer. She looked really confused and then smiled saying that of course it was. She said she just lost track of the time. I don’t care what happened. I’m just glad things are back to normal. Entry #7 July 27th, 98 AG Today was kinda weird. Not bad but just weird. Uncle was the only person me and my sisters saw most of the day. Mom and Dad were both gone since pretty much this morning. I saw them a little bit when I woke up but I don’t know if I was just sleepy or something. When me and Sis asked Uncle where they were he said that they were out spending time with each-other which was weird cause they usually didn’t do that stuff. Sis was kind of angry because she wanted to spend time with mom after her being gone so long but I guess she kind of got it. Most of today was just kind of boring. Mom and Dad came home really late. Sis and the baby fell asleep waiting for them but I was still awake. Mom just hugged me and said thank you but said I really needed to go to sleep. I did, but after I got in bed mom and dad tucked me in, which they usually don’t do together. Mom read me my favorite story while dad was there helping with sound effects and everything. It was actually really funny, and I liked it a lot! After a while I closed my eyes and just started listening to the sounds. Mom and dad must have thought I was sleeping but they kept going anyways. After they were done they said goodnight and left. I opened my eyes before they went away, and I saw them hugging in the hallway light. Mom looked really sad for some reason. Entry #8 July 28th, 98 AG Uncle left today, said he had some stuff to take care of. I get it, Uncle doesn’t usually stay very long because he’s a LOT busier than mom or dad, but it was still sad to see him go. I can say that today was probably a bad day. Well, maybe not bad but just annoying. Mom’s finally back to normal, but she wanted to spend the whole day in town for some reason. She also just wanted to take me and Sis with her and go shopping while Dad stayed home with the baby. Sis was really happy about this, but I didn’t get why I had to come. They spent most of the day just trying out clothes and giggling at each-other. I started to feel like I was just there to give them someone to laugh at. I didn’t feel very good about that. Things got a lot better after a while though. There was a fair in town and mom took us to ride a lot of the rides, which was cool cause we usually don’t do that stuff. Sis beat me in the strength testing thing, which she bragged about all day. I didn’t care though, everyone knows she’s always been crazy strong. The best part was when we got cotton candy, which I LIKE. A lot. Mom never gets it for us though, which I always thought was really unfair. But today was special, I guess. I don’t know why, maybe I have a secret birthday no one tells me about? After that we went home, and dad was there with the baby. Things were pretty much the same after that, it’s just the day started off really weird. Sis looked like she had so much fun though. I guess that’s all that mattered today. Entry #9 July 29th, 98 AG Today was one of the best days ever. Mom decided she wanted to go out again but she took me and the baby this time while dad stayed home with Sis. I guess I really shouldn’t call her baby anymore, she’s only like two years younger than Sis and she can talk and stuff. Think it’s just one of those habit things. Mom said we were going on a picnic in the white forest, which the baby got really happy about, and so did I. We really liked the white forest, all kinds of forests! It was really cool in the winter when there was snow everywhere, even though mom said it was too dangerous to go out there alone. Me and the baby still did sometimes. Mom was always there to find us after all. Mom made our favorite sandwiches, but they tasted even better when we were out in the forest, the baby even said so. After that we played tag, which I was really bad at. Mom and the baby are so fast it was totally unfair, so I was always it. But I didn’t mind, because I always liked chasing people. After that we all played jump-rope for a bit, which I was actually really good at. Not sure if I should be happy or not. Mom said we could use some firewood, so the baby and I made a game over who could get the most. I got the bigger sticks cause I could carry more, but she got a lot of smaller ones cause she was really fast in picking them up. After we were done mom brought us to town real quick to get us some ice-cream, which we ate while we went back to the forest. We ended up eating it all before we got back, which mom was kind of worked up about. She said we were supposed to eat them in front of the sunset, but she just laughed it off when she realized that she ate hers too without really knowing. The sunset was awesome… no, that might not be enough to say how good it was. I usually don’t use girly words like beautiful or pretty or amazing, but I would use them to say what that sunset looked like. Mom read me and the baby our favorite book while we both sat in her arms in front of the sunset. I don’t care what happens tomorrow. This was one of the best days ever and nothing’s going to change that. I’m just glad I wrote it here so I can remember everything that happened. Maybe that’s what this was all about after all. *The next hundred or so pages are nigh illegible. Most are completely torn or flat out removed to the point where they aren’t even recognizable. A spare few words are still preserved in very rare places. Most of the time stamps have been destroyed, so it’s impossible to tell which entries occurred where, but a few words that can still be distinguished from the mess of destroyed paper are: “…left again…” “...guy with white hair sho…” “…ing to go to the forest agai…” “… baby still hasn’t wok…up…” “… gone.”* *There is a single entry that has been perfectly preserved. It takes place roughly two months from the last entry, given the page gap between the two. The time stamp has been torn away, but its estimated date is reliable enough. This is the last entry written in the journal.* Entry #?, est. October 14th, 00 AG It hurts too much to write. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of everything. I hate the baby. I hate Sis. I hate dad. I hate mom. I hate everything. *What little remains of the journal is blank.*
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I've done it... I've finally done it...
Grotesquery replied to Fierce Deity Link's topic in Random & Forum Games
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This joke has less effect on me because I literally don't believe we've ever spoken before. Nice to meet you, by the way.
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Yeah, sorry about that. I felt like a lot of this was just turning into why Xehanort was a bad villain, with less focus on his motives themselves. I didn't mean to assume or imply anything, so sorry if it came across as that or I offended you at all. The fact is I usually don't get involved in discussion like this, and I wanted to start branching out and thinking more in depth about Xehanort himself in a little bit of a character study, I sort of used your thread as an excuse to further my own means. I'm sorry if that was kind of a waste, but I can't apologize for just adding my opinion into the mix.
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The point of Xehanort's character is exactly that; he is selfishness incarnate. He values nothing but his own life, his own morbid curiosity. You have to understand that he has absolutely no regard for anyone that might end up dying as a result of his crackpot plan, not even his oldest friend. The fact that he was willing to personally kill Eraqus, his closest friend since childhood( think something along the lines of Riku killing Sora, willingly) proves that he's so far gone that he isn't even rational anymore. The point of this thread is apparently to decry anyone who supports what Xehanort is doing, and I wholeheartedly condone your intent. There is no excusing Xehanort's actions, because frankly we're not supposed too. I wouldn't go so far as to say that these are negatives of his CHARACTER, however, because this is probably all that he was intended to be; a twisted old man with nothing to give or lose, but everything to take.
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The older I get, the less meaningful my Birthday seems to become to me.