Some anime out there are far more gorey than any hollywood film out there. If you ask me, more often the question is are some people too young to watch it? But like I said before, there is anime for every age, so I think if someone thinks it's possible to be 'too old' to watch anime, they're misunderstanding what the anime genre really is.
If that was true, God should've been mad for a very long time, long before people even started believing in Him. Christianity is a relatively new religion in comparison to many others, Hinduism for example being arguably the oldest organized religion still in existence today. Considering that there are a crap load of people in the world that didn't and still don't believe in "God", and that other religions existed way before Christianity poked its nose out of the depths and decided the world was created in seven days, I find it silly that a religion that established itself less than 2000 years ago, which only a fraction of the global population practices, can suddenly claim that "God" is wrecking the world (which is billions of years old) because we're 'excluding Him from our lives' so definitively. I'd imagine some Hindus would go "We were here first and I'd say you fellas mistook Jesus for Vishnu when you wrote that book of yours."
More Co-op and a nice look at the updated With Friends menu. Exit wireframe, enter alloy.
The aroma of an appetizing breakfast stirred the bed-jostling Korwyn from his slumber as he woke with a loud thud, falling indelicately on his face as he rolled off his bed. His amazing consistency in producing the same result almost every morning sure saved him a lot of money from buying an alarm clock; rather, his body naturally awoke him by other means. Sitting up from the floor, bringing his back to lean against the side of his mattress, Korwyn spared a moment for an idle yawn and eye rubbing, proceeding with his daily routine to adjust himself to the morning hour. For the energetic youth, this process was very short as no more than a few moments later Korwyn was up on his feet and on his way down for some breakfast. As the only resident at the complex (the building only had a single loft above the restaurant) and because of Korwyn's excellent social skill, he was able to negotiate a special deal with the restaurant owner that allowed him to eat for free at a special cost at the end of each month. Knowing the deal that was settled upon was nothing less than a swindle, Korwyn looked forward to the food that was surely waiting for him as he leisurely made his way down the hallway steps. The meal was certainly not what he expected, nor was it part of the menu available to regular customers during breakfast hours; mutton, or so it tasted like as Korwyn took his initial bite into the meat. When he inquired about the plate to one of the waitresses, she simply responded that they were getting rid of the remaining stock from their last purchase of meat. After hearing this, Korwyn took a moment to glance at the plates of the other customers to see if they had anything similar, but to no avail; he seemed to be the only one with a significantly different order. Had he been a little more ignorant, he would've considered himself as receiving special treatment, but gaining the knowledge that the mutton was simply at the verge of spoiling, the context in which he viewed his meal sadly became the opposite. Well, he thought to himself. It was still delicious, and he was swindling them in the end, so the small shortcoming on his meal was easily overlooked when Korwyn put everything in perspective. The young thief consumed the contents on his plate, then waved at the waitress to signal that he was finished. He left her a few yhels as a tip--to keep up his facade as a distinguished individual--and made for the door, eager to return to the streets to earn some income. The day proceeded normally so far, Korwyn thought to himself as he made his way out the door. That was until something greatly out of place appeared plainly before him. "I like to request that you return my watch." Oh shi-, Korwyn cursed silently before turning around immediately, heading back into the restaurant before closing the doors swiftly behind him. Knowing the layout of the restaurant extensively, Korwyn made his way through the west wing of the resturant to break sight from the entrance. "Meynan, dear," he called to the waitress he had just spoken with. "There's a woman with a dangerous looking face about to enter the restaurant. I think she means harm so it'd be best if you told her to leave." No more than a few seconds having past, Korwyn quickly made his way across the restaurant, heading for the stairs.
Well, Pokemon Trainer's Final Smash has been known for a while (was a standard update on the dojo once upon a time), just there hadn't been any gameplay footage showing it in action. EDIT: <.< @ today's update. Onett's back. D: Whyy.
"Thank you for your concern," she said, her tone sweet. Her hand remained on her purse as she left the bar. They always care more about the purse, Korwyn thought to himself as he quickly dashed toward the other end of the bar, his sights set on the nearest window located on the opposite side of the entrance. Although silent, those who were aware of Korwyn's unlawful action couldn't help but shake their heads in shame as they observed the deceptive youth sprint swiftly atop tables while dodging plates and glasses to make it toward the window. It couldn't be denied that Korwyn's exceptional balance and agility warranted him some sort of appraisal in his motor skills, but it's harder to voice such complimentary thoughts when one considers for what reasons he uses his talents. Almost on cue with Korwyn's departure from the bar--having slipped elusively through a rotating glass window--the stormy entrance of a familiar female reverberated loudly as the front doors swung open; a face of anger and ferocity scanning the premises. Oh, she's a sharp one, Seiran thought to himself as he gauged the expression on her face. "Where's that guy that bumped into me," she asked blandly, though her eyes were bright with anger. Nealth shook his head, dumbfounded. An agreeable Hevalsa closed his eyes, feeling bouts of irritation and annoyance soon to come. Korwyn sure seemed to mess with the wrong people; it was almost another talent that he remained unmatched in--but the reason why was obvious. "You just missed him," Seiran finally answered as he held up a mug in front of him, wiping it clean with a worn-down cloth. "He took off through the window over there," he pointed toward the dusty window that had been left ajar. Waves of laughter erupted again among the patrons of Seiran's bar, amused at both Korwyn's usual shenanigans and the fact that he was caught almost instantly after it happened. There was some humour to be found in the young woman's misery. Cynicism was certainly amusing when in the right mood. "He means no harm, really," Seiran shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure what he took from you, but if it's not of much value, I suggest you let it go. Korwyn's not exactly the most well-off individual."
OOC: Yeah yeah, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I'm sure many of you were just as busy as I was. Anyway, on with it. Korwyn wasn't quite sure why he found himself loitering yet a second time today at Seiran's bar. Even though many of the bar's regulars were all well acquainted with the chocolate-haired thief's frequent visits, it was still somewhat out of character for him to make more than a single visit in one day; the lateness of the hour also served to further put the young nineteen-year-old out of place. There had been one other time that Korwyn paid a late visit to Seiran's, but what happened then was surely the reason why it never happened thereafter--until tonight that is. Three years ago on Korwyn's sixteenth birthday, the young thief thought it might've been nice to spend his special day at a place he was fond of. Naturally, having no family (in the true sense of the word) and not having a place he could really call home led him back to a bar owned by a man named Seiran Eithwen. During his earlier years of thievery, there had been many times where Korwyn came close to being caught or in worse circumstances, killed, by people he had tried to pilfer from. Perfecting his craft required making mistakes, and the industry of theft and swindling wasn't exactly the safest occupation for a young boy his age to pursue. After failing to steal an expensive looking medallion that Korwyn saw hanging from the back pouch of a relatively large-bodied noble, the amateur thief fled the area in search of some stealth to provide sanctuary from his pursuers. That sanctuary ended being a small bar on the far east side of Estavel, an unlikely place for a child--and so was the reasoning of Korwyn's decision to enter. Granted, Korwyn's only knowledge of the nature of bars were what he had learned from his parents, such things could only be discredited at this point. Despite that, his hesitation and anxiety upon entering was sure proof that doubt and uncertainty still lingered in his mind about whether or not he had made a mistake by entering. Numerous pairs of intoxicated eyes locked with timid crimson as Korwyn fought the urge to dash back out the way he came. Conflicted between braving the intimidating stares or the sounds of his pursuers approaching from down the street, Korwyn's childish intelligence led him to approach the center of the bar whilst closing his eyes to escape the fearsome stares of the other customers. Korwyn was soon expecting one of two things to happen: he would either be persecuted by the group of older men before him and ratted out to the authorities, or he would have to suffer a round of ridicule as a reward for their silence. But neither punishment came to be after the emotionally defeated Korwyn found himself a recipient of warm smiles that expressed their sympathy. The man behind the counter, undeniably the owner of the place, kindly gestured him to sit in one of the stools and offered their consolation for the trouble he had found himself in. It was something Korwyn had not ever expected, but it was surely one of the greatest feelings he had ever experienced. But back to the point at hand, such benevolence was something to be had during the morning and afternoon hours of Estavel. One could say the nature of Seiran's bar takes a completely different course once the sun sets. Korwyn luckily only came to know of this on that fateful sixteenth birthday instead of anytime sooner--which would've surely met with a more devastating consequence. The sunny dispositions of the bar's customers set over the horizon just as surely as the pestiferous plague of alcohol claims their hearts and minds during darkened skies. The sweet-hearted women turn into pleasure machines offered to the highest bidder and honourable men are enticed into spending their hard-earned yhel for cheap thrills and cheap rewards. It was perhaps here that Korwyn finally graduated the last of his childish beliefs, abandoning the notion that a perfect paradise existed, one where everyone accepted and supported one another. But it was obvious that was just a farce, a silly utopia dreamed up by children lost in their ignorance. And so, Korwyn's second ever evening visit had come into fruition, but at nineteen and with a more informed state of mind, a cloud of annoyance and depreciation for the bar he had come to love over the years flooded his mind as he was forced to bear witness to the slow degradation of his usually more respectable company. Boredom would've soon claimed his person if it weren't for a young lady who had suddenly entered the vicinity. She wasn't a regular, no, she definitely wasn't. Rather, she looked incredibly out of place altogether--more so than he. A noble, it looked like; that was his best guess when he scanned her over plainly. He didn't worry too much about her noticing his attentive stare, knowing full well that a large majority of the bar was doing exactly the same thing. Social stealth was one of his greater skills, and this was a simpler demonstration of his awareness of it. He watched her carefully as she made her way toward the counter were Seiran was stationed, evidently showing she had some business with him; a question it seemed. "The price of that information is a drink." Seiran was as elegant as usual, Korwyn thought to himself has he brought one of his hands up in front of his face, partially covering his mouth and a fraction of his nose. Korwyn's stare persisted as he instinctively began to eavesdrop as best as he could from his position. Moving from his seat would've caused too much of a stir and he was certain the moment he left his seat to find one closer to the young woman's position, one among this entire group of uninhibited individuals would surely inquire in a rowdy fashion about his intentions. No, he thought. His current seat would have to do. In this fashion, Korwyn continued his eavesdropping activity while contemplating in his head the possible scenarios at his disposal. His eyes often drifted down toward the table below him then back up at the woman with her back to his gaze. A suspicious Nealth, having observed Korwyn's slightly unusual behaviour, leaned over toward Hevalsa, muttering softly in his ear. "I don't think I've ever seen such an intense stare on Korwyn's face before," a belittling chuckle escaped his lips. "I guess this is what they call love at first sight." Hevalsa shook his head sadly. "You obviously don't know Korwyn well enough." "What're you talking about?" Nealth questioned. "Originally, I had the exact same thought when I first noticed Korwyn's behaviour," Hevalsa started. "That was until I noticed that peculiar looking watch on that young lady's waist." "Huh?" Nealth blinked as he turned his attention toward the woman, eyes locking in on her hip area. Hevalsa's suspicions were easily justified. "Oh. Yes, I see what you mean." Both Nealth and Hevalsa turned their heads toward Korwyn--who remained unaware of their little conversation--with a look of shame and disappointment. "Such upsetting priorities," Nealth sulked his jaw on an open palm. "That's Korwyn." Hevalsa added as his attention was drawn by Korwyn's movements as the young thief bent down to untie the laces on one of his shoes. "You could have told me from the start!" the young maiden yelled as amused laughter followed her displeasurable outburst. After turning around to glare in recoil at the surrounding patrons, she made swift passage toward the door. Now, Korwyn said to himself before springing from his seat, dashing toward the maiden who was mere inches away from the door frame. "Wait!--" he exclaimed before faking an imbalance in his posture, soon tripping over his exposed shoelace. On his way down, however, Korwyn reached out for the young woman as if to hint his last ditch effort to use her to keep himself from falling--which he intentionally let fail. Much like the art of pick-pocketing, Korwyn applied slightly more pressure on several parts of her body when he expertly removed the watch clipped to her hip, using the dispersed points of forceful contact to distract her senses from the one of greatest importance. Swiftly shoving the watch into one of his pockets, he got up to his feet, staging a flustered, embarrassed act as he bowed several times in quick succession. "I'm so sorry! I'm such a clumsy oaf that I forgot one of my shoes were untied!" The customers of Seiran's bar fell silent, either confused or intrigued at the event that presented itself before them. Intoxication was surely catalyzing a higher amount of appeal for Korwyn's sudden intervention than what it deserved. A small interval of silence provoked Korwyn onward. "I... just wanted to apologize for Seiran and the rest of the patrons here," he turned toward his audience, "for their horrible manners and insensitive outbursts these evening!" he lambasted. Resentful, drunken hisses came in response to Korwyn's insult; others chuckled while others simply continued drinking. Korwyn turned back to the young woman. "They're usually more well-mannered, but evenings aren't exactly the best time to pay visits here. They have a bad habit of overdoing it." There was no doubt that Seiran and perhaps Nealth and Hevalsa noticed the theft that had just taken place, but Korwyn was confident enough that they would uphold their silence. He had known them for years after all, and other than the robbery of valuables, he was no real dangerous threat to anyone. As such, it was as Korwyn expected: no one spoke out about what had just transpired. "Please be careful on your way home, my Lady," Korwyn quickly lifted his hand behind his head, attempting to display humility and embarrassment as he reached his other hand into his pocket, confirming the watch's whereabouts. The moment the young lady left the bar, Korwyn would then consider his objective a success.
Veoh. Better video quality, faster video processing (for uploads) and practically any filesize is accepted, and you're allowed up to a ~20min video for upload. You can upload things longer than that, but they require viewers to download/view it through Veoh TV, which isn't all that bad (I use it on occasion when watching anime movies online <.< >.>).
I could very very resolutely want to have wings and fly, but that'll never happen, now will it? The things you want don't necessarily = things you can have.
DS - Taiko no Tatsujin, New Super Mario Bros, Jam Sessions, Bleach DS 2nd: Kokui Hirameku *****on Uta PS2/3 - Uncharted, Final Fantasy XI Wii - Smash Bros Melee
It's not a question of it being lame as it is being tasteless and bland, hence why I said "needlessly". Randomness and unprovoked idiocy can be nice and fun, but "it's over 9000!" just isn't funny anymore.
I'd pull out the "it's over 9000!" meme... but that'd just be needlessly lame.
I think it's a bit of a stretch to assume it's Xemnas saying "Organization XIII" has already fallen. I'm positive he was simply referring to himself about being nothing but an empty shell, so he's 'all that's left'. As for "all there ever was", it's probably just the mumblings/thoughts of a Nobody, that we'll never know the meaning behind. It happens a lot in games by SE, I wouldn't hold it past Nomura to have done something like that.
Probably not, or at least, not right away. I'll be far too busy and dedicated to Brawlin' online to really care about Kart. When the price goes down to something more affordable then maybe I'd consider it, otherwise I'll be passing on it.
I'm assuming just text-based translations. Fandubs just screams fail.
I use Skype and I can see maybe why people would want it on their PSPs, but most people who like to communicate in video conferences while on-the-go usually use their laptops for such things. PSP might be able to provide slightly more portability appeal to the use of Skype, but I just don't see the PSP port being anything but inferior to the ones for actual computers.
This should be in a KH section, not the debate corner. While this might be somewhat of a debate, this section is reserved for more serious topics that deal with the world today, not the mechanics of a certain Square/Disney franchise. But to add two cents, let's just look at things as they are: Metal Chocobo Possesses incredible power and reach, but reduces max MP by 1. Rarely deals critical blows. Attack: 10 Strength: +7 MP: -1 Olympia: Has chance of inflicting mighty critical hits. Possibly increases chance of making a deflection to a counter-attack. Attack: 9 Strength: +6 MP: Olympia far surpasses Metal Chocobo on critical hit % and damage, as well being far more nimble in start-up time to counter-attacks. Metal Chocobo, while possessing one point higher in strength, lacks this advantage in criticals and in close-combat lacks the nimbleness for counter-attacks. The only plus for Metal Chocobo is its significantly larger reach. In the end, both keyblades are designed for melee purposes in my opinion. Being a close-combat fighter and into hack'n'slash, Olympia is hands-down the better one to go with. Metal Chocobo might have larger reach, but personally I see very little application for such negligible distance if you're considering using the keyblade for close-range meleeing. And the -1 MP on the Metal Chocobo is just a further deterrent to use this Keyblade for anything other than physical attacks--something Olympia obviously champions in.
That picture is littered with inexplicit angst from the depths of DA's heart.
Re-read them. Nomura said BBS would be the last game he makes for a console that's not next-gen, *not* the last KH he ever makes. Nomura said Sora would be needed "for the eventual KH3", and better yet, Nomura said Sora would be needed for the last KH game. These were both in interviews as well. As of now, there is no record or announcement saying a KH3 is in the works, but the chances of there being one are likely since Nomura *also* said in interviews that Sora's journey isn't over and there's still so much more he wants to do.
