I actually found Selphie more annoying tbh... + I actually remember Vanille exists as opposed to Selphie who I had quite honestly forgotten about compleatly before now.
I actually found Selphie more annoying tbh... + I actually remember Vanille exists as opposed to Selphie who I had quite honestly forgotten about compleatly before now.
She had the part where she went to stop some missles from launching if that counts... idk I found over half the cast of FF8 was pritty unmemorable tbh. I just was never brought to actually care about any of them at any point. Edea could have poped in and exploaded all of them them all, except for Quistise and herself, in a giant gory mess and I would have been ok with that XD
Maybe Seifer can live too, was always kinda on the fence about him.
I'll admit I didn't use Selphie much in my party, but she filled in a much needed comic relief in Squall's aura of brooding angst and it's weight on the entire cast. Not to mention she played several important roles that enabled you to save the world.
Cute, hyper, annoying, but awesome and justified.
I'll admit I didn't use Selphie much in my party, but she filled in a much needed comic relief in Squall's aura of brooding angst and it's weight on the entire cast. Not to mention she played several important roles that enabled you to save the world.
Cute, hyper, annoying, but awesome and justified.
I was in this building. I think it was actually like a house.
Anyway, someone had been burned on a cross and for some reason I was about to be burned next. Being led along, and at first I'm ready to panic, but then I just resign myself to "what happens, happens."
So, in short order, I'm tied up to this thing and I'm just hoping I pass out or asphyxiate from the heat before it begins to hurt too bad. I'm covered in gasoline or something of the sort, meant to speed up the process, and the fire is set. I feel the fire beginning to burn my arms and chest, and begin to scream, then quickly clamp my mouth shut, realizing that it's exactly what they want me to do.
A few seconds later, by some sort of luck, whatever is holding me up comes loose and I fall to the floor. There were a few people there who had come to... I guess you'd say "support" me when all this started. Anyway, one of them was this old black guy with a cane. As soon as I hit the ground, "old black guy" springs into action, starts attacking the people nearest to me with his cane and some crazy martial arts stuff. I join in and we quickly run off most of the people, we marvel shortly at the fact that despite all the heat and flames, my skin is barely more than reddened, and I notice this kid (roughly eight years old) and instantly recognize him as some sort of demon who intentionally set all these people after me.
I grab the kid and pick him up by the back of the pants, and begin demanding answers. About the same time, a woman walks up and tells me she can explain. She says that according to the Bible, she was the wife of Moses, but in reality she was the wife of Jesus (something here is mentioned that there were stories told that this was the case, but they were passed off as fictitious), and the story was simply changed to make things in the Bible go more smoothly.
Anyway, she basically tells me that I'm the descendant of Jesus, which is why this demon kid was trying to have me killed, and why the flames of the fire had such little effect on me. End dream.
I blame the Mormons who came knocking on my door yesterday. >_> (I'd also like to repeat, I'm not religious at all. Which makes the dream that much more random.)
Anyway, unrelated... I'm kind of thinking I might ask my son's speech therapist on a date once we finish his last visit in a couple weeks.
I was in this building. I think it was actually like a house.
Anyway, someone had been burned on a cross and for some reason I was about to be burned next. Being led along, and at first I'm ready to panic, but then I just resign myself to "what happens, happens."
So, in short order, I'm tied up to this thing and I'm just hoping I pass out or asphyxiate from the heat before it begins to hurt too bad. I'm covered in gasoline or something of the sort, meant to speed up the process, and the fire is set. I feel the fire beginning to burn my arms and chest, and begin to scream, then quickly clamp my mouth shut, realizing that it's exactly what they want me to do.
A few seconds later, by some sort of luck, whatever is holding me up comes loose and I fall to the floor. There were a few people there who had come to... I guess you'd say "support" me when all this started. Anyway, one of them was this old black guy with a cane. As soon as I hit the ground, "old black guy" springs into action, starts attacking the people nearest to me with his cane and some crazy martial arts stuff. I join in and we quickly run off most of the people, we marvel shortly at the fact that despite all the heat and flames, my skin is barely more than reddened, and I notice this kid (roughly eight years old) and instantly recognize him as some sort of demon who intentionally set all these people after me.
I grab the kid and pick him up by the back of the pants, and begin demanding answers. About the same time, a woman walks up and tells me she can explain. She says that according to the Bible, she was the wife of Moses, but in reality she was the wife of Jesus (something here is mentioned that there were stories told that this was the case, but they were passed off as fictitious), and the story was simply changed to make things in the Bible go more smoothly.
Anyway, she basically tells me that I'm the descendant of Jesus, which is why this demon kid was trying to have me killed, and why the flames of the fire had such little effect on me. End dream.
I blame the Mormons who came knocking on my door yesterday. >_> (I'd also like to repeat, I'm not religious at all. Which makes the dream that much more random.)
Anyway, unrelated... I'm kind of thinking I might ask my son's speech therapist on a date once we finish his last visit in a couple weeks.
Now, off to take my son to see his grandparents!
Makes as much sense as any other religion!
Also, Seha how in the blue hell did you find that out xD
I was in this building. I think it was actually like a house.
Anyway, someone had been burned on a cross and for some reason I was about to be burned next. Being led along, and at first I'm ready to panic, but then I just resign myself to "what happens, happens."
So, in short order, I'm tied up to this thing and I'm just hoping I pass out or asphyxiate from the heat before it begins to hurt too bad. I'm covered in gasoline or something of the sort, meant to speed up the process, and the fire is set. I feel the fire beginning to burn my arms and chest, and begin to scream, then quickly clamp my mouth shut, realizing that it's exactly what they want me to do.
A few seconds later, by some sort of luck, whatever is holding me up comes loose and I fall to the floor. There were a few people there who had come to... I guess you'd say "support" me when all this started. Anyway, one of them was this old black guy with a cane. As soon as I hit the ground, "old black guy" springs into action, starts attacking the people nearest to me with his cane and some crazy martial arts stuff. I join in and we quickly run off most of the people, we marvel shortly at the fact that despite all the heat and flames, my skin is barely more than reddened, and I notice this kid (roughly eight years old) and instantly recognize him as some sort of demon who intentionally set all these people after me.
I grab the kid and pick him up by the back of the pants, and begin demanding answers. About the same time, a woman walks up and tells me she can explain. She says that according to the Bible, she was the wife of Moses, but in reality she was the wife of Jesus (something here is mentioned that there were stories told that this was the case, but they were passed off as fictitious), and the story was simply changed to make things in the Bible go more smoothly.
Anyway, she basically tells me that I'm the descendant of Jesus, which is why this demon kid was trying to have me killed, and why the flames of the fire had such little effect on me. End dream.
I blame the Mormons who came knocking on my door yesterday. >_> (I'd also like to repeat, I'm not religious at all. Which makes the dream that much more random.)
Anyway, unrelated... I'm kind of thinking I might ask my son's speech therapist on a date once we finish his last visit in a couple weeks.
Now, off to take my son to see his grandparents!
I would panic completely if I thought I was going to be burned. Awful, nightmarish. It kinda reminds me of that terrible Silent Hill movie, though.
I was in this building. I think it was actually like a house.
Anyway, someone had been burned on a cross and for some reason I was about to be burned next. Being led along, and at first I'm ready to panic, but then I just resign myself to "what happens, happens."
So, in short order, I'm tied up to this thing and I'm just hoping I pass out or asphyxiate from the heat before it begins to hurt too bad. I'm covered in gasoline or something of the sort, meant to speed up the process, and the fire is set. I feel the fire beginning to burn my arms and chest, and begin to scream, then quickly clamp my mouth shut, realizing that it's exactly what they want me to do.
A few seconds later, by some sort of luck, whatever is holding me up comes loose and I fall to the floor. There were a few people there who had come to... I guess you'd say "support" me when all this started. Anyway, one of them was this old black guy with a cane. As soon as I hit the ground, "old black guy" springs into action, starts attacking the people nearest to me with his cane and some crazy martial arts stuff. I join in and we quickly run off most of the people, we marvel shortly at the fact that despite all the heat and flames, my skin is barely more than reddened, and I notice this kid (roughly eight years old) and instantly recognize him as some sort of demon who intentionally set all these people after me.
I grab the kid and pick him up by the back of the pants, and begin demanding answers. About the same time, a woman walks up and tells me she can explain. She says that according to the Bible, she was the wife of Moses, but in reality she was the wife of Jesus (something here is mentioned that there were stories told that this was the case, but they were passed off as fictitious), and the story was simply changed to make things in the Bible go more smoothly.
Anyway, she basically tells me that I'm the descendant of Jesus, which is why this demon kid was trying to have me killed, and why the flames of the fire had such little effect on me. End dream.
I blame the Mormons who came knocking on my door yesterday. >_> (I'd also like to repeat, I'm not religious at all. Which makes the dream that much more random.)
Anyway, unrelated... I'm kind of thinking I might ask my son's speech therapist on a date once we finish his last visit in a couple weeks.
Now, off to take my son to see his grandparents!
I would panic completely if I thought I was going to be burned. Awful, nightmarish. It kinda reminds me of that terrible Silent Hill movie, though.
I remember Dead Space :D. There was a part where you first seen one of the creeper things, lying on the ground, but not before seeing a shadow of it moving.
Told my friend playing "don't worry it's dead", and thinking nothing of it he walked up on it and it sprung on him. Not to mention the music was loud and it was sorta gloomy inside the room, made him jump so bad.
I remember Dead Space :D. There was a part where you first seen one of the creeper things, lying on the ground, but not before seeing a shadow of it moving.
Told my friend playing "don't worry it's dead", and thinking nothing of it he walked up on it and it sprung on him. Not to mention the music was loud and it was sorta gloomy inside the room, made him jump so bad.
I was pleased.
Lmao exact same scenario with my friend. The thing that impressed me with Dead Space is that even towards the end of the game when you think that you have seen each and every way the enemies can spring on you and are therefore prepared, the enemies somehow continue to find new ways of making you crap yourself. For me that was the scariest part.
Oh and the almighty piano clang whenever a zombie landed on your face made it 10x worse...
This is a thread that I found on another website I post at. It can be really really interesting. I thought it deserved a place here.
Post your random thoughts for the day here, or anything else that intrigues you.
For starters, is it possible to give constructive critism to someone who doesn't have a neck? I totally just walked by a girl who didn't. Someone isn't getting a necklace for Valentines day!
And who decided black and white can't be colors? I want to say a racist. I really do.