The Bard

Haha. Make sure to get some ankle weights for when it's windy out . I'm a bad person.

20.5 Alright I suppose.

Well...I think they mean in terms of putting all the characters/ stages in. You gotta remember, there's only one stage so far, and 2 characters, with Chun Li and Dhalsim being pre beta versions...

It is Moby Dick. Next poster: rate Rokhed's sig.

I know, but it's hard not to moan when it looks so completely different to the game everyone's played and loved. And that's fucking annoying. Need a new guilty gear beat em up damnit.

Generic anime person (and no, that is in no way ironic. Crono is not generic ), with Christmas hat. 6/10.

Nice and random...and faintly humourous...hmm...say...a 7/10?

2 Turbo is a great game, but Super SSF2: Turbo is better, and Hyper Fighting? Well, that's so much better there's no comparison. This game will turn out alright in the end, 3D polygonal graphics are a lot easier to tweak than sprites, which have to be completely redrawn...so I don't think we should worry about the graphics too much, even though the style does blow pretty hard... That said though, I can in no way see this being better than 3rd Strike. Now...what I really can't wait to hear about it the next gen Guilty Gear. On present evidence...it will slay this game.

Your use of corporeal is a little suspect.

Thankyoo ...although I'm not sure it's good if you don't know what the words mean o_0... . Why don't you write one?

1917...the last bounteous year for any man looking to jump ship, as the institution of male authority became ever less unquestionable. The heir’s vindication, palpable, as the world promised by their fathers dissolves into the twilight, manifested itself in that colossal vent of frustration known as the Great War. They left for Europe, allied with that arcane island still governed by monarchs and archbishops. Some men went in search for a cause, perhaps for a glimpse of the drive that propels the American Dream. Others went in search of death. These same men returned, restless, yearning for release, but not at the price of admission. There was no hero’s welcome for them, they returned amidst a wake of change so that what little they called home in the world was unfamiliar. The prohibition tried to pry them from the dregs of their last comfort, so that the vindication returned blazing strong, as they turned against the very laws they had staked their lives to uphold. It was the jazz age. We all conducted ourselves according to our own moral perspectives, drinking whatever bootlegged whiskey came our way, unquestioning and indifferent. We were alive, and it was all that we were really sure of, this dwindling vitality. The hilarity of the situation…it all resembled a carnival, at least, in terms of the careless way in which we lived, although with none of the innocence… Can I say, then that I have no regrets? No, as I sit here, with the Ophthalmologist, shaking his head both in homiletic victory and mock sympathy, as he mutters to me in near indistinguishable Jersey phonemes, “We have a problem.” “Oh?” “You’ve been drinking the wrong stuff, Jeff, and the damage is done. We can’t fix your eyes, son, and the numbness will spread.” In preemptory bitterness, all I could muster was a bleak “If only.” Ok. I’m not sure that 1917 counts as a word as such…but what the hell…it spawned the most retarded bullshit I've ever written . I should stop watching Fear and Loathing. Oh...and more words... Darkness, visible (PL!! :p), corporeal, thunder, peace Hows that for an odd combination :p.

Wow, we're getting some great writing here . Ok, I'll start with some more words if no one else wants to... Blood, platitude, fear, desert, audacious. First five words that came into my head

We sat in that bright, forgotten cellar, the three of us, and reveled in it. The ethereal rumble of the bass and the harmonious, beautiful aria that made speech seem like the most jarring, ineloquent form of communication. It wasn't something we heard, or something that offered us simply some vague, cathartic template we could impose meaning unto. We felt it, and what we felt, we always have done, but that in this glorious sound, we became sensitive to our own awareness, like the sons of god we ravaged that unsavoury fruit, and it made us whole. Penitence? What serpent tricks us into perceiving our heritage as a sin? _ That was awkward. Woohoo. Next...hopefully get some dialogue in the next one... Words, jay! I need more words!

More like frightening. Anyway, words... Magnanimous, silent, rapturous, Eden, water. That's should result in an interesting story...

Nice work dude . That reminded me a little of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest for some reason...where Chief's talking about his father, and how "the bottle began to drink from him..." Don't know why though lol... That same bottle of port’s been perched on the brink of the window sill since he drifted there, slowly turning to vinegar, just waiting for some happy, accidental shudder to let it spill its guts out on the bed. The December afternoon was listless as ever, and in the dusk, with heavy gray clouds smothering the receding light, so that everything was seen in a dampened hue, he wondered why even the Sun’s relentless chide was diminishing. His side of the bed was chilly and it would be…pleasurable…to just turn over and allow life to elude him for another short eternity, but it drained him, lying there. Shifting himself upright and, perceiving the dull pain of the naked burn on his arm, stuck the remainder of last night’s joint vaguely between his lips. The medication was all he had left, and it was all he could do to bleed his protesting heart, in vain avoidance of the inevitable confrontation with his own nature. Lol. That was fun.

That is one gargantuan pole.

That was good, Aimless. You need to think of five words though...

New year. Same as old year, only with false promises, but it's alright, where would we be without a lemming mentality and a taming sense of hope to cling to? That's right, in the ground. Or maybe I'm just bitter that I was sat at home on a new years eve with bastard flu and no sex.

Nice work Rokhed. I think you should grow your hair again though.

That...really makes no sense. And I really doubt whether anyone cares what you think, and if they do, they're probably an even more incompetent specimen of a human being than you; something achieved with great difficulty, I'm sure. Anywho, anyone know where I can find decently sized and high quality Chrono Trigger gifs?

Don't think that what you pointed out was some kind of revelation; you have a great penchant for making the obvious sound like you've had some kind of epiphany, and to be honest, you're a complete tool, a point pretty much validated by a glance at your avatar.

Dude, that was fantastic, so much so that I could have said it myself. Internet five!

I wouldn't class Blackwater Park as their best personally, even though it's probably the most balanced album they've put out along with Ghost Reveries... Sometimes I miss the 4 minute melodic acoustic interludes...That said...Leper Affinity, Bleak, The Drapery Falls...all in my top 10 without a doubt. I think it would be easier for me to recommend individual songs rather than albums, as there is something from every album that absolutely slays me.

You mean like this?...Ok...Crono's back . Chrono Trigger is only the best game ever, so I think the avatar is self explanatory.

There isn't a single Opeth album that isn't truly exceptional...currently listening to mostly Morningrise and Still Life though...