Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Pornarafflujacuzzle....
Some word I made up... Well, yesterday was another boring day... I got home, proceeded to watch Chicken Little for the first time (preety good, but its short length reminds me of The Emperor's New Groove), and just chilled out with my dawg (literally). So, uh, how is everybody doing?
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Monday, April 10, 2006

   Hey, this Looks Nicer Than I Thought.
Er... the subject pretty much sums it up. Meaning my color changes. It still keeps to the NGC, but it injects new flavor as well. Or maybe that's just me.
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One Month...
Today is the 8th of April. That means... that there's only a month until my birthday! Yes!! I'm so freaking excited! Last weekend I did a variety of stuff: I watched three movies (V for Vendetta; Ice Age 2; and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe), I went to a bunch of garage sales... my mom's a big fan of those, and I tagged along.
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Thursday, April 6, 2006

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Okay, I'm All Out.
Well, that's the end of Chapter One. As of today, I have begun Chapter Two, but I'm still at the beginning. Yesterday I begun Expert Mode on the First KH. I didn't get far though, and so far I haven't felt the changes.
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   ReIncarnation Part II

Okay, here's the rest of Chapter One, presented in widescreen and surround sound(where available^_^):

Hirocho would not be playing today. This, he assumed, would be his final lesson to his ex-pupil. With those words, Hirocho lunged.
Rikkan was ready, however. He began a move he invented himself. The wind which he controlled and would manipulate for the rest of his life became a blade around his right arm. With this weapon he parried the great weapon that Hirocho carried. The blast of wind that followed blew Hirocho off his feet. Once again, he fell to the ground.
“What!?” Hirocho inquired loudly after collapsing on his back. He straightened up quickly and was back on his feet in a second. “What…was that?” he breathed.
Rikkan, still turned around, answered. “That was the Wind Saber.” He swirled around roughly and faced Hirocho.
Honda Hirocho was stunned. He had never seen that art before. He, who had read dozens, possibly hundreds, he had lost count around sixty-five, of books related to the abilities of the elements and he had not at all heard of a wind art that could create a blade of sharp air around one’s arm. The skill was supposedly impossible, or was it? Here stood a child of only sixteen years, and was it completely impractical to suppose he had made his own spell? Hirocho had doubts, but the evidence was right in front of him. After all, Hirocho thought, he was the son of Telmerand’s most powerful man. He had a right to be a prodigy, right? Somehow, Hirocho didn’t think so. Then again, he had a lesson to teach. The boy must be shown respect. Hirocho smiled, a real one this time. In the end, he was still a nelfit, eh? Still, he mustn’t hesitate this time. The boy had a few tricks up his sleeve and Honda Hirocho, Commander of Daemon’s Armed Forces and Senior Educator of the Daemon Train Camp, would not fall for them. Rikkan must be stopped.
Hirocho laughed out loud. Rikkan, who was expecting a fierce attack, hesitated. He had never known Hirocho to laugh in the middle of a serious battle before. He raised the Wind Sabre, on guard, hesitant to attack. Hirocho raised his transformed arm. “The tests that we gave you,” he began, “were complex and beyond your skill level. For that reason I believe that you had assistance.”
Rikkan’s interest was piqued. For one of his stature to be accused of such a heinous crime as interference in the trials was extremely unwise. On the other hand, as his royal standing of this moment was reduced to almost nil, the accusation was actually well met. Rikkan’s forehead creased with annoyance.
Hirocho continued. “Also, as your obvious betrayal shows, you, Rikkan, are not fit to carry the title of Linfael!”
Now the tables had turned. Rikkan, the royal son of Lord Valter, the supreme ruler of Daemon, had been challenged of his right to bear status as a soldier in the Officer’s ranks. As the tradition goes, the accused must do non-lethal battle against the accuser. If the accused is victorious, he or she is removed of all charges and the accuser is shamed.
Rikkan made a thoughtful face. After about a minute, he spoke for the first time. “Are you sure about this, Honda?”
Hirocho’s eyes bulged. The impertinent whelp had called him by his first name! No one save Lord Valter himself addressed Hirocho as “Honda”! Surprised by his sudden rage, Hirocho calmed down. So, the boy wants to anger me into an unsolicited attack, huh? Well Hirocho will see to it that the boy gets his past-due lesson in manners. He laughed again. “Of course I’m sure, Rikkan! Your laxness has disgraced your entire family! What will your brother think?”
“My brother?” Rikkan repeated. He hadn’t thought about his brother’s opinion, though he hadn’t seen him since he was relocated to the Daemon headquarters, far up north.
“Yes, Rikkan. What will Ryoku think?” Hirocho continued. “He, who shares your thoughts and feelings. Your twin!” He roared.
Rikkan was silent. Then, after a while, he said, “Ryoku… would agree with me. Reviving the seals is the only way to save this world from my father’s madness!”
“Then you will not change your opinion?”
Rikkan shook his head. “No. My decision is final.”
“Then,” Hirocho assumed a fighting stance. “Prepare for battle!”
Rikkan hesitated, and then he too took up his battle stance. “Honda Hirocho,” he began, “I hereby accept your challenge!”
The wind was still. The guards were completely silent as the two warriors regarded each other, pacing slowly in a circle. Then, in a rush of movement, their clash began.




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Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Time To Celebrate!!!
Okay, I have totally pimped out my site in celebration of what I call Kingdom Hearts 2 month! Man, I have to get that game!! May, hurry up and come already!!
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   ReIncarnation (working title)

A while back I said I was writing a story(apart from my Coolbot works). Well, I decided to post it in parts. I hope you like it:

Prologue:

In a world most unlike ours, an ancient incident altered the people who lived on the planet. Eight elemental powers were awakened, and the world was thrown into turmoil. The war that ensued was known as the Affinity War. Brothers and sisters whose elemental clans were different were forced to fight and kill one another. In the peak of violence, eight archsages, each representing one of the known elements: earth, fire, water, air, wood, steel, light, and dark; rose up and created the Great Seals. Their purpose was to quell the fighting and present a suitable, if not stifled, peace pact. For the sacrifice, however, the most powerful and possibly dark methods of elemental warfare were magically locked away and were forgotten. Most of the clans melded and tried to go about appropriate, everyday lives. But the most prideful clans still existed and tried to bring the old ways back continuously. The seals were scattered and hidden around the world, and the archsages were revered among most. 250 years have passed since those days, and the world is changed. An organization has been formed. Calling itself Daemon, it gathers the strongest people who have affinities to the dark element, creating a modern clan. They are hell-bent on destroying the seals and creating a new dictatorship. None have been damaged yet, but Daemon moves ever closer to their goal. But the leader of Daemon’s son has other plans…

Chapter 1: The Boy of Air/Breakout

Officer Honda Hirocho was waiting for something. A sign that he was coming. The boy. He had caused many difficulties in the past week, including his survival of the tests, which was nothing short of amazing. Hirocho smiled inwardly. His pupil had grown to be an abrasive young man. It almost reminded him of himself at that age. But Hirocho would never had done something this rash and intrusive. No, the boy had to be taught a lesson, Hirocho would see to that.
His musings were interrupted, though, by his subordinate and right-hand man, Merche. He came shambling up behind Hirocho with a smile on his face. Hirocho waited for the obviously good news. Merche came beside him and Hirocho spoke in a low whisper.
“Have you found him yet?” Hirocho asked.
Merche replied in his usual greasy voice, “Yes. Our unit has spotted him north of the Beorc Towers. They are pursuing him as we speak.”
“Good, good. Is the seal still shining?”
“Unfortunately, yes. It seems that that childish fool has reactivated it. It’s in the air now, and I fear it won’t be coming down anytime soon.”
Hirocho’s face became a harsh scowl. He was known far and wide for his unusual array of facial expressions, and though the time was not appropriate for his jokes, he couldn’t spare himself an inner laugh. He sighed as if in resignation and turned toward the West Towers, striding across the courtyard with brisk steps. Merche hurried to keep up with his superior, and began to speak.
“But sir, what do we do?”
Hirocho sometimes abhorred his inferior’s dense questions, but he took it all the same. “Merche, my boy. What do you think we are going to do? We are going to meet this challenge head-on and overtake it.”
Merche, who became confused easily, let the matter go and decided jut to focus on keeping up with Hirocho.

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An arrow hissed through the air, landing a few feet away from him. If the archer’s aim had been surer, he would have been disabled. Nevertheless, he continued running. The shots persisted as well. He fled through the towers, certain of his path, since; after all, he had grown up within these very walls. But they were not safe anymore, not after his disloyalty. Amid these thoughts in his head, the boy reached the gate that separated him from freedom, but Officer Honda Hirocho had other plans.
His guard, unbeknownst to the teenager, had already reached the outer gate and was waiting in ambush. Hirocho himself watched, upon the physical education building, binoculars to his face. He knew what was going to happen next, and, sure as stone, he observed as the boy began to make complicated gestures with his hands. With an extending hand movement from the rogue, the gates burst open. Sensing their cue, the guard squad attacked. To Hirocho’s surprise, however, the boy did not seem to be shocked. I’ve taught him too much, thought Hirocho as the teen began another series of gestures. The guards, not knowing much of the elemental symbols that the boy was making, continued to run toward him, but just then, the wind began to gather.
The ambushers stopped, stunned by his magic. The boy stood still, his hands together in front of him. Hirocho became angered. “You fools!” he yelled. “He‘s just baring his fangs! Attack now while you have the chance!”
The guards didn’t really want to endanger their lives, but they also didn’t want to make Hirocho angry, so they took the high road. They continued their running. Hirocho, however, knew that they didn’t have a possibility of truly hurting his ex-pupil. Sure enough, the boy’s wind grew stronger. The guards were truly scared now, and nothing Hirocho could say would get them to move. They just stood their as the wind began to move their way. Soon, they began to be pushed back. After about a minute, they were thrown like rag dolls.
Hirocho realized that he would have to step in. He called out to the teen. “I see your knowledge of the wind arts has grown, Rikkan.”
Rikkan turned. His shoulder-length blue hair flashed in the light from the watchtowers. He said nothing.
Hirocho grunted. “Going to do this the hard way? Just like your father.” With a giant leap, Hirocho crashed into the ground. His size thirteen steel-plated boots smashed into the ground below. Rikkan made no gesture whatsoever that he acknowledged his teacher’s presence. Instead, he, once again, commenced another set of hand-signals. Hirocho recognized the art, and he ran toward the boy.
“No, Rikkan! Not today!” Hirocho clenched his fist, and with that movement came a thunderous split of the ground. Pieces of the earth floated to Hirocho’s right fist and bonded with it, forming a makeshift glove of sorts. Rikkan noticed this change, and as Hirocho bounded toward him, fist outward, his hands had begun to create a miniature whirlwind. Hirocho, focused on his target; the boy’s face; didn’t see it until it was too late. Rikkan thrust his hands outward at Hirocho, and with a gasp of surprise on his face, Honda Hirocho was blown backward.
Hirocho smashed into the main Beorc Tower with a deafening crash. The guard, startled by the sudden fall of their superior, attempted to attack Rikkan when a voice rang out.
“Stop!!” it bellowed. The guards and Rikkan, who was in the middle of another wind spell, paused. They all stared at the direction of the Beorc Tower, scared in the guards’ case, seemingly bored in Rikkan’s. The smoke that billowed around the side of the tower increased, and then stopped altogether. There stood the Officer Honda Hirocho, in all his glory, with a large, gunlike weapon made of earth in the place of his arm.
“Do not underestimate me, Rikkan,” he imposed. “I taught you. Your moves are second nature to me. I have yet to show you the most powerful arts I have learned of the earth element.” He made a horrible grin that showed no laughter behind the smile. Hirocho would not be playing today. This, he assumed, would be his final lesson to his ex-pupil. With those words, Hirocho lunged.
Rikkan was ready, however. He began a move he invented himself. The wind which he controlled and would manipulate for the rest of his life became a blade around his right arm. With this weapon he parried the great weapon that Hirocho carried. The blast of wind that followed blew Hirocho off his feet. Once again, he fell to the ground.
“What!?” Hirocho inquired loudly after collapsing on his back. He straightened up quickly and was back on his feet in a second. “What…was that?” he breathed.
Rikkan, still turned around, answered. “That was the Wind Saber.”
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Monday, April 3, 2006

   Bored...
I just got off of school, and I'm bored, so I'll add another quiz:



What Final Fantasy VII ShinRa Turk Are You?


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Oh, that's bullcrap...
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   Holy Cr- BOOM!!!
Well, my weekend was eventful. Between taking care of my dog and dealing with my niece, things were hectic. I got an account on Japanimation.com; mgamannnix is my username. I also got the second volume of Trigun Maximum and the first volume of those Fullmetal Alchemist novels. Both were good. Later!
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