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A magical adventure, you say?
I'm not sure what gave you the idea that Dream Drop Distance is the same as Kingdom Hearts III, but it's definitely not. Word has it that it will be tying up many loose ends before the next numbered title comes out, and it's on the same level as a numbered title as well, so you can expect just as much excitement for it. As for the platform it will be released on, that will be the 3DS, and it will be released in North America on July 31st.
Gosh, when did I start writing? If I can remember correctly, I started writing about the end of my first grade year, just as I was getting good at reading. There had been this book I read, "Vampires Don't Wear Polka Dots", and it was such a great book to me, I loved reading it and I had wanted to write something like it, though I normally wasn't one to sit still and such. My cousin had a very old Mac that she would let me use, and I would type with two fingers - eventually, I began to get angry when I couldn't go fast enough to keep up with my ideas, so I just stuck to good old-fashioned paper and pencil, and that got the job done. I wrote all sorts of things, mostly fantasy and sci-fi; aliens and princesses that were princes and stuff. I remember I had made up a galaxy where the people of Zorgexio lived, and it was called the Talofo Spiral galaxy. Man, I wish I still had that stuff. Throughout the end of elementary school and through middle school, I had often attended sessions with a psychiatrist, having many familial issues and other such things going on in my life, even though I had been writing before she told me to, she said that it was a very good way to vent all of my feelings that I was either aware or unaware of. She said that, after reading some of my stuff, that my characters and settings reflected my struggles with life. What motivates you to write? Usually, when I watch a movie or read a book or even listen to music, I get ideas that surround the media and then I twist them and turn them so much that a new idea is born. Other times, it could be an emotional trigger, at which point I shut off all communications with anyone, turn on some music and just start writing thoughts. eventually something with some sort of plot will form.
When I'm sad or angry or just not in the mood to be talking to anyone, I usually pin RainyMood in a tab and play a list of songs on iTunes that I dubbed 'The Rainy Day List', and it makes me feel better and relaxed every time.
Most memorable? A few popped into my mind: Super Mario 64 and Ocarina of Time, Banjo-Kazooi and Super Smash Bros. Melee. Quake 64 is pretty close, too.
Hmm, if I recall correctly, my first video game was either Mario Kart 64, Super Mario 64, Resident Evil 2, or Doom for the PC. Doom is my favorite out of the four. I think it was Mario Kart 64, man that was a great game. I still have it too, and it's still one of my favorites pretty much sixteen years later.
Thank you for replying to the roleplay so quickly ~ ♥ I look forward to finishing the story with you ~
Tell me about it . . . I've only got two on KHV, Project GEH and Only a Doll, which are both linked in my signature. There's my LJ, too, but...
Hehehe, sorry about that. ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ Wow, that is a lot of work, you're one busy guy ~ But that's okay, it's always nice to have something to do....
I'm doing okay ~ Just a little while ago, I was really hungry, but then my mom made me a tiny little pizza, so now I'm not so hungry. It's really...
Okiedokie, Mr. Krowley! ♥
What. The. Fuck.
⇒ Leave the room and go through the other door at the brighter end of the hallway. 3 4 : 5 0 r e m a i n s Damn, there's only half-an-hour left before the timer runs out and you're pretty sure you're no closer to getting out than you were thirty minutes ago. You decide to ignore whatever you would have been able to see out of the window and leave the room once again, this time turning left. The door at this end of the hallway, which is apparently longer than it looks, has no sort of keypad to unlock, so you're happy for that. As soon as your within inches of the door, it slides open just as all of the other ones do. It turns out that behind this door is just another hallway, though you're glad that it's more lit than the last one, which is now sealed behind you with a door. Looks like you won't be back-tracking again. About a good ten feet or so in front of you, there's another door, and it doesn't seem like there's anywhere else to go but forward, so that's where you head off. You're about halfway down the hall when suddenly there is a loud beeping noise over what could pass for a PA System. It's quiet for a long moment and you can feel, hear your heart beating in your chest, though you're pretty sure you're not terrified, just a little startled. The voice of a little girl comes on, "Hello there," she begins calmly and rather cutely, "I've been watching you since you woke up, and I know how you got here, too. They left me here and you and I are the only people in this building, so now's the only time I can talk to you." She begins to explain who she is: a captive of the over-powered company-becoming-a-monopoly C O R, which stood for The Center of Reinvention, and you were brought here as a sort of physical and psychological experiment, in other words, you were dragged here for a reinvention of your former self, which the company deemed you unfit to remain among society. They have known you for an extremely long time, she said, even since you were born. "I'm stuck here too, with a timer that's almost halfway done, and they told me that when time is up, this place is going to disappear. How, they said, they weren't going to tell me, but we'll both die." she continued, "Ahead of you is the second to last door from the exit, please go through there," Since there was no where else to go, you went through the door, which led to a wider hallway, "To your right is the exit door, you'll be free if you go through there. To your left is the door that will eventually lead you to me, and I don't wanna be by myself here because I'm really scared . . ." If you leave, you're free of this place. About damn time . . . But the little girl, she'll die here alone - but surely you'll waste time saving her. Still, she doesn't seem to be lying to you . . . ❝W h a t will you do?❞ ♐ Go through the right door ♐ Go through the left door
Oh, no, that's alright. c: I can't wait to see what happens ~ ♥
Hey, I just wanted to talk to you about The STRANGE roleplay, are we going to change days any time soon? It's been Monday for a while now . . .
Cool, this sounds cool. I bet you weren't expecting me here. (laughs like an idiot) Ahem . . . Name: Sophia Age: 17 Appearance: Here. Rose Color: Blue Personality: Sophia is not exactly a happy person and generally doesn't like to talk to people or really get to know people at all. It's not that she's scared of them, but it seems that tragedy always befalls everyone she knows, and so she's a bit lonely, though it's self-imposed. Bio: Up until both of her parents died, Sophia was raised in a loving home, but it all changed when somehow, her mother and father accidentally drove off a bridge. Sophia was then forced to live with her aunt, who wasn't a bad woman, but not too long after, she died of a disease. After that, it seemed that none of her other family members wanted her, even though the deaths were nearly completely unrelated. She now lives alone, in the small but comfortable house that her parents left her, almost concealed from the world. Fears: Being alone forever. Other: About the appearance, wow it was hard to find one. I suppose that her hair can remain black, but I'm going to input that her eyes are blue and that her skin is a bit darker. She looks really sick in the image lol. Played By: Saxima
She had been careful and cautious, walking towards the long train. She didn't even understand how one could be out here, there weren't even any tracks where it was currently sitting, and didn't trains go crazy and become uncontrollable without tracks? It didn't look like anyone was in the train, from what she could tell, but nearly all of the windows had light in them, so she assumed that someone had to be in there, it was really hard to say if she believed in ghosts or not . . . From the corner of her eye, she caught someone coming down the steps of one of the train entrances and stepping out into the snow. She quickly looked to see who it was - an older man wearing a conductor's uniform with a lantern. He stared at her, seemingly waiting, and so the young girl made her slow way towards him. She saw that he had glasses and brown hair and very clear blue eyes, his face only marred by the fact that he probably smiled too much, though the little girl didn't think that was the case - he actually looked a little intimidating . . . "Well?" the man suddenly said snappishly, "Are ya comin'?" She was quiet, not understanding and just a little stirred by the sudden words that came from his mouth. Shakily, she observed the windows of the train again; this time, she could see the shadows of other people, and she wondered if they were other children, "G-go where . . . ?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Why, to the North Pole, of course!" the man answered animatedly, his voice going strong, "This is the Polar Express!" She was quiet then - the North Pole? Why would people go to the North Pole, what did they expect to find up there? She then put two and two together - it was the night before Christmas, and the North Pole . . . They were going to visit Santa Claus? But he didn't . . . No, she visibly shook her head, she wouldn't think that. She looked at the man with the lantern and hesitantly nodded, "Y-yes . . . I'll go." He smiled and she saw a twinkle in his eye. What a curious man. "Good for you, Sophia Carmine, I have a feeling this may be your year," he explained, and she wasn't entirely sure of what he was talking about but nodded anyway. He made way for her to board the train and walked on just behind her. There were other kids scattered in the seats - she hadn't expected so many to be on here and looked at a few faces; a boy with short brown hair, wearing a sort of cast on his knee, another boy, a little bit older, with black hair and grayish eyes, there was a girl with pigtails who seemed to be a happy one, and then she noticed one more girl who had long black hair and was of Oriental descent. As soon as she was done observing the passengers, she quickly took a seat next to the window, trying to keep out of everyone's view - she was a little shy. "As soon as the last passengers board," began the conductor, "We will start punching tickets, please make sure you have yours with you!" And then he disappeared into another train car. The next passenger we will be picking up is Thomas Westen (itachi), so please post as soon as possible!
✔ Order Complete It's about damn time, I can't believe my ridiculousness - I should have been done with this the day you ordered it! And then I said I was going to finish it, and then Photoshopped derped on me and I got mad and I was liek fuk dis and then I finished it. And it looks really bad! ;~; Okay, I'm sorry if it's ******, but I'm trying here . . . /slitslit HTML: [img]http://i804.photobucket.com/albums/yy324/SaximamixaS/Kelly-GIF2.gif[/img]
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That's one big book, although it might just be the image, but if that's one of the real strategy guide, then I'm seriously expecting this game to be something. I'll probably buy it beforehand, but not look at it until I've done my first run of the game. Or I might sneak a peek when I get stuck on a boss. Exciting stuff.
