With some spades knocked down, Krowley set his sights on a new set of cards. The clubs had been knocked off and there were some hearts and diamonds within range. They waddled vigorously and toppled on top of one another trying to get in the queen's favor by defeating any of the party members. They worked for her out of fear instead of respect, and she ruthlessly loved it. The seven, eight, and nine of spades charged forward along with the two and three of diamonds. Taking a change of direction, he dashed to the three of diamonds on the far left and isolated him before knocking him away with a combo. He continued slashing away with the keyblade, filling the MP recharge gauge to a decent length, while finishing off the card. With four, still blinding charging against him, he squatted down, preparing to rocket himself in the air against the other diamond; the second of the suit. Waiting until it was close enough, he shot up into his aerial sweep, swinging his keyblade against it's paper thin exterior into a powerful air combo. Hacking and slashing away until it was finished off. Upon landing, he was greeted with some spear charges by the three hearts he had yet to take out. He had some above average defense, but the poking was not exactly lenient against such thin armor. Wishing to up his defense, he lifted his keyblade and cast Aero. His health was knocked down by almost a quarter, but he didn't want to heal. Not yet anyways. With his spells cast and MP recharged from combos, he still managed to be left with 2 MP. He could take them out again with another Aqua splash, but he wanted to conserve his Magic for the 25 cards that were still flailing their weapons around. He took charge with a quick thrust against the seven of spades, knocking it back. Holding off the combo, he slashed at the eight and nine as well, damaging them all slowly instead of one at a time. With enough hits, he managed to take down the seven and eight, while building up the MP charge gauge high enough to reach 3 MP. Only the nine of spades remained and would only take a few hits to take out. But even as it was, there were still plenty of cards to take out. They could use a good strength boost. Lifting his keyblade high once more, a flash of light emitted from the tip. "Give me strength!" he called out. A red, green and blue orb emerged from the keyblade and phased into Panchito, Jose, and Donald; the three Caballeros! "Party it up amigos!" the rooster cried out as they ran and danced around the cards, increasing the atmosphere's energy for more critical bonuses for the party. Krowley could feel himself being empowered and with a final slash knocked out the nine of spades. He rolled back his shoulders and stared at Base and Beuce, having there only little duo technique of laughs and attacks. Feeling three would be a crowd, he left to find more cards to take out. Alice was still frightened and the Queen held no reason to cease her soldiers. -------------------------- The light from the mirrored frame consumed both Kross and Clavis in a flash of radiance. The light blinded them for a few seconds until it slowly dimmed to reveal a new setting. They were at a base floor surrounded by mirrors and a long spiraling staircase that led far up above. There was an exit, but a magical seal crawled along the edges of the door, sealing out any heartless that would try to enter. This new environment was magical indeed and it was still unclear as to where they were. The mirrors looked like water in their disoriented reflection of the boys. They had two choices; try and make their way back through the mirror, or climb the staircase and see where it would lead.
Alright, with the Halloween season upon us, I thought I would do some writing. I haven't done so in a while and my writing skills could use some work, but what better way to motivate me than with twisted ends to fictional people who probably don't deserve it. :) Once a day for thirteen days, I will release a short story based on a fictional variation of a site member. Sadly, since they're short stories, I can't install the level of fear or horror I'd like to as compared to say, a novel, where I can write paragraphs on the sensation of snapping a neck. No, none of that here... Just some family friendly twisted tales with possible death. I don't really know what these stories would be rated, but I doubt it will terrify you to any extreme. I Medicine (Starring "Miss T") Miss T was a teacher at an elementary school. A huge literature and tea fanatic, she would encourage her students to write daily and submit their own life stories in a book to be read by her at the end of each week. It was Friday evening and she had just warmed up the tea she couldn't drink during the busy school day. With tea in hand and books stacked high, she began to flip through her students' work. With every story read, she would take a sip and open another book, correcting the poor grammar she would eventually mold. At half past ten, she was beginning to feel disoriented. On any other day, it would have been passed over, but on the weekend she loved to take it easy. She told herself "One more story, and then bed." With that in mind, she came across Marie's booklet. Marie was an odd but brilliant little girl. Curious about everything and anything Miss T had to teach. With a soft smile and drowsy eyes, she opened the booklet to where she left off the week before. Page 1: Monday. Daddy came home tired today. When mom asked why he was late, daddy hit her. I had never seen daddy get angry like that, but when mommy sent me to my room, she said daddy smelled like beer. The picture showed what looked to be Marie with a sad face, and two tall stick figures with angry eyebrows. A very upsetting sight, she would have to report such abusive behavior to the proper authorities... She read on to gather as much as she could from Marie's point of view. Page 2: Tuesday. "Mom had a black eye today. When I asked why Dad was angry, she said it was because he was sick bass terd and cheated. I know cheating on tests is wrong, but I don't know why he's sick. Or what a bass terd is. Mom seemed upset so I didn't ask. PS - What's a Bass terd?" The picture showed her mother with one of her eyes colored in fully with a pencil. Each word broke Miss T's heart that a child of only six had to witness all this. Choosing to ignore the ba$tard question, she moved on. Page 3: Wednesday. "When I came home from school, mom looked happier. She smiled and then I smiled. She said she was feeling better and soon dad would be too. She pulled out a bottle from the top cabinet and put it into his afternoon coffee. It looked like water, but in a medicine bottle. I hope daddy gets better!" The picture showed a medicine bottle with a label and scribbles for words. She didn't like where this was going... Page 4: Thursday. "Mom was covered in dirt when I got home. She said she was gardening and that dad would be sleeping at aunty's for a while. I'll miss dad while he's away, but mom says he's much better now! She looked tired and asked if I could make her coffee the way she likes it. She says I make good coffee. While making it, I heard her coughing a few times. I didn't want her to catch dad's sick, so I put some of the medicine into her coffee to sleep better. She fell asleep on the table, so I guess it's working!" The picture showed he mom asleep with "Z"s over top her dirt covered head. She felt like she was going to be sick. The words alone were upsetting her stomach clench in disgust of the thought of a her mother killing her spouse, and the child unknowingly killing her mother. With a heavy heart, she turned to the final page. Page 5: Friday. "I made my own lunch today. Mom was still asleep on the table. She didn't snore like she always does and really smells from not cleaning up! Medicine is working, though! I took some to school in case I started to feel sick. At school today, Johnny ate a bug. Miss T saw it and said she was gonna hurl! When she took Johnny to the nurse, I put some of my medicine into her afternoon tea. Hope you didn't throw up Miss T!" In shock, she covered her mouth and looked at her teacup. It was empty. She had consumed everything from her thermos and was beginning to lose her breath. The stomach pains, blurred vision, it was all from the tea. She held her throat in an attempt to speak. She was losing all feeling in her body fast. Her throat closed off and her hands trembled. She couldn't believe what she had just read. She was going to die, and all she could do was wait it out. She waited far too long to call medical assistance and all she could do was wait for death as each part of her body shut down. In her final seconds of life, she glanced at the picture on the fifth page. It showed Marie's self drawn face, giving a thumbs up. A speech bubble was next to her and said "Medicine is good for you!"END II Play it again, Jayn (Starring "Jayn") "Music calls out to me." Jayn fondly believed that every sound in a composed piece of music always sounded stronger to her than it did to most. Each instrument stood out and sounded more lovely with each note. She took it upon herself to learn every instrument and master them. Her voice was talented, and skills in guitar and piano were already beyond her initial expectations. She played them both happily and wanted to expand her musical horizons by learning the violin next. On the eve of her birthday, her father surprised her with a used violin he had purchased in town. Despite being used, it was in pristine condition and couldn't look better. It shimmered as the light hit it and the bow it came with practically gleamed. It's perfect, Jayn thought. For the next week, the girl didn't put the instrument down. She would play from the many booklets it came with day and night. Learning and playing until her arms were tired and parents were annoyed. The following weekend, young Jayn decided to take a break from all her playing. Socializing herself among friends seemed a little more healthy than staying in her room for two days straight. So on that Friday, she put her beautiful instrument away and began her walk to the coffee shop. As she exited her house, the heard that her violin was being played. Very badly. She looked at her bedroom window and saw it was empty. Regardless, she walked into her house and shuffled up the stairs again to her bedroom. Touching the doorknob, the music had stopped. Swinging the door open, she found her violin untouched and everything the way she had left it. Closing the door, she began walking away when she heard it again. Repeating the door opening, the music had stopped and again, nothing untouched. She walked in and opened the case just to be sure. It was still there. "Mom!" she called out. "Who's playing the violin!" "Honey, no one's touched it since you left!" she replied. Jayn was worried. No TVs were on and she had played it enough to know the sound from a mile away. In worried caution, she took the violin case with her and began walking again. But alas, it was playing again. louder this time. She walked across the street to see where the sound was coming from. But there was no decrease or increase in volume no matter where she walked. she looked down at the case in her hand and opened it up. The music stopped. What was this madness?! For the rest of the day, she couldn't take few steps without hearing the mind numbing sounds. This went on for nearly an hour and she had had enough. She smashed the violin and threw out the case in a nearby trashcan. She was grateful, but she couldn't deal with it anymore. She looked at the shattered remains and walked off. She met her friends at the cafè and sat down relieved of the sweet sound of everyday sounds. "So how have you guys been?" A friend smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but instead of word, distorted violin notes came from her mouth. The girl next to her repeated the process and everyone around her was beginning to speak in the language of butchered strings. She reached into her bag and rummaged through it to get her music player. She put on the headphones to block out the noise and play some good old vocaloid. Playing a track, her headphones blasted the same violin music. This wasn't happening. She threw off her headphones and stood back in alarm. Her friends and the shop denizens looked concerned. A friend voiced 'are you okay?' in C#, F, A♭, and C. She grabbed her things and ran out of the store. She ran until she reached the trashcan, but the violin was gone. The rest of the garbage from the hamburger wrapper to the chip bag was still in there, but the case and instrument were gone. If some one took it away, why was the sound still following her? She ran home and up to her room, closing the pillow over her head. She just wanted it all to go away, the notes were hurting her head to numbness. Taking the pillow off she lay on the bed with the her eyes wide open in fear of everything. She went to get the phone from her desk to call some one. Anyone that didn't sound like a violin. She reached to get her cell and was horrified to find the violin case there. It wasn't even there when she walked in, but the noise was getting louder and she was about to go into tears. She opened the case and it all stopped. The sound was gone and she almost fainted from relief. How was she supposed to make it all stop? Play the violin the way she wanted to? She hesitantly reached for the bow and took the proper position to play. Everything was fine so far. She could hear her parents downstairs and all was clear to the ear. She opened one of the books and began to play. The notes were as orchestrated as she played them. She played a few songs with short breath in fear of what would happened if she stopped. Her life would be mind numbing, high pitched music, or playing the songs in this book forever. After a few hours of timidly playing, she looked at her window. It looked so free out there from her twitching eyes. Downstairs, her parents were preparing dinner and hear a glass shattering from their daughter's room. they ran upstairs to find their little girl had jumped out the second story window and saw her glass impaled body on the front lawn. After the police came and investigated, they passed it off as suicide. Nothing was noted on the mint conditioned violin. It was just an instrument that came with a book of songs. What they didn't know was that the book of songs was now filled with nothing but rest notes. END III Whose got the time? (Starring "Plums") The week of Exams had left Plums exhausted and sleep deprived. Plums was a university student, so called due to his collection of purple clothing. The man was doing poorly all semester and pulled all nighter after all nighter to do the absolute best he could on these tests, so for the past 8 days, he secluded himself and hit the books until he had reached the Starting line for his Exams on Monday. He had drank several cans of energy drinks and memorized book after book of text. He was going to rape those quizzes with his knowledge. Upon departure from his dorm room, he quietly ducked past his room mate, who had past out drunk from yesterday's party. Staying up all night, he could hear everything, but some how stayed alert and focused on his studies. It's funny though as last night he had been completely drained but for some reason felt fully refreshed today. He chose not to question it and headed off to the elevator. He briskly walked towards the elevator, watching it begin to close. "Hold it, please!" There was no answer as the elevator door was already half way shut. Using his frail, skinny body, he managed to quickly slide into the elevator without it closing on him. Inside, he saw one of the girls on his floor with headphones in her ears. If not for that, he probably would have just complained about it. He sighed at his quick save and leaned to press the ground floor, but was beaten to the punch by the girl next to him. She hit the button the same button anyways, so it wasn't really any harm done. An awkwardly quiet elevator ride later, he walked past the building lobby, where police rushed past him. Some one get shot? Whatever it was, he didn't want to stay and be questioned. He had exams to ace. The police had the door propped open and had put up police tape just as he left. He ducked his hands into his coat pocket and walked along the narrow sidewalk to his first class. He hadn't gotten far though, as an odd man in a black coat spoke out, stopping him. "Bit early isn't it?" he asked politely in a distinguished british accent. Plums looked confused, but shrugged. "I guess," he replied, as he continued onward. During his walk on campus, he past by his girlfriend's work. She got up early to do her shift and got off around noon. Walking around the corner, he smiled as he arrived just in time to see her leave work. "Hey!" he called out cheerfully. But as he run closer, she could see that she was crying. Her face filled with tears as she appeared to have received a most upsetting text. He began to ran after her, when the man from before stopped him. "Sorry sir, but do know what time it is?" he asked. Plums turned around to see the voice belonged to the man had followed him. "Uhh," he pulled up his sleeve and looked at his watch. "About five after twelve." He pushed the sleeve forward and turned in time to see his girlfriend get in the car and drive off. He was sad for her and wanted to talk about what was wrong. He reached for his cellphone, but grunted realizing he had left it at his dorm. He still had thirty-five minutes before the first exam. He could but the time close by running back and calling her. He couldn't very well focus on school when his woman was woeful. He only hoped that the police wouldn't stop him. Backtracking, he began a brisk jog back to the dorm. The gentlemen he asked spoke once more as Plums rushed past him. "Sir, the time?" "I just told you!" he yelled back. He ran for a few minutes before reaching the final street turn. He was about to cross when a car zoomed right by him. He was almost killed! "Hey, watch it!" he yelled to the distant car. He jogged up across the street, looking both ways for any more psychos and had reached his dorm once more. The police were there, and this time they were accompanied by paramedics. Seems some serious business happened here. He walked closer o see what had happened but froze as he saw his girlfriend talking o one of the episodes. She was still crying. Did one of her friends live there? He looked a sad as a stretched was rolled out with a body under a white sheet towards her. In cases like these it was usually to identify the body. Did her friend not have ID on her or something. He lifted top quarter of the sheet in front of her and paralyzed Plums at the sight. There he lay. An exact image of himself, pale and fragile on the stretcher. Was he dead? Was that even him? Did he fall asleep? Too much to take in. He turned around to find the man who was following him all morning. His hands were folded at the end of his straight arms. Plums was not in the mood. "What?!" He yelled out in anger. The man licked his perched lips and uttered out; "It's time." END IV Of all the luck (Starring "What?") What? was a man who was down on his luck. Homeless for months, he salvaged whatever currency he could to try and pick himself back up onto his feet. Only problem is, that the man had a serious gambling problem. Horse races, Slots, scratch cards, you name it, What? would bet on it. This problem got so out of hand, that he ended up borrowing money from some very dangerous people. He had been avoiding them for some time and feared the looming thought of them finding him and forcing him to pay up. He owed a total of ten grand to a local mafia and was no where near that kind of dough. Many a wager had placed him into his current state of poverty, and he had no one to blame but himself. The man only had a dollar left to his name, and with it bought another scratch card. He hadn't won anything in weeks, but felt a surge of luck today. Today, things will change, he thought to himself. And so, he purchased a ticket from his local convenience store and sat on the curb, ready to scratch that card and rake in the hopeful profit. He searched his coat pocket for a coin, or anything to scratch with. But any coin he had was salvaged on the card he held in his hand. So he looked around his feet for the smallest glimmer of change, and lo and behold, a penny sat at the edge of his feet. Face up! He picked up the lucky coin and examined the promise of hope upon it. He crossed his fingers and looked to the card. Three cherries to win the million dollar jackpot. After a quick fiddle around his fingers, he scratched the first slot. A cherry! Another quick dwindling, he scratched again. Two cherries! His heart skipped a beat as his odds increased, but he didn't want to get his hopes up too high. He would always fail on the third in he past, but this time he had to win. The mobsters were growing impatient and he was out of options. One more duplicate, or he was dead. He shut his eyes and slowly scratched the last card until the penny felt no more friction. He lifted his left eye and there it was. The third cherry. A smile lit up What?'s face as he hollered out in joy. One million dollars! He wanted to cash this baby as soon as he could. Nearly tripping over his weak knees, he rushed back tot he clerk and ask to exchange it for his winnings. But the clerk was confused. "This some kind of joke?" he asked. He handed the card back to him, which showed the card that once showed three cherries, had burn marks on all three slots, making the ticket invalid. "No! I swear I had all three!" This couldn't be happening, he thought. He was only seconds away from escaping debt and it was gone in an instant. What could have burned it? There was no open flames or cigarettes, so how could it have disappeared? He walked back out, broken and beaten at his most recent loss. He was now, officially bankrupt. But this was the least of his worries, for out of the corner of his ear, the sound of a drifting car screeched into his ears. From both sides of the road, two windowless white vans pulled up, corning him. The mafia was here to collect their recompense. As much as he resisted, What? was knocked out and detained. being dragged away and never to be heard from again. Some say he was abducted and killed, while others claim he was used like a slave. But what they didn't know was before being taken off, he dropped the penny he picked up that day. It landed on tails this time, but instead of showing it's intended image, it showed a skull with a quote, traveling along the rim of the coin. "Diligence is the mother of good luck." - Benjiman Franklin.
Aww yes... One of the checks on my KH3 checklist is realized. Really hope it's something new!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Krowley could see the rest of his group leading the charge this time. He felt sore for starting the battle, but he couldn't just leave Alice defenseless like that. There was also still the matter of the horseman they had yet to deal with. Putting that all on hold for now, there were weapon wielding cards to deal with. Fragile in their paper thin anatomy, but still threatening with an axe or spear in hand. It was still a nice change from all the heartless they were fighting. Summoning his keyblade, he hopped right into it. Not a lot of the spades had been defeated, so he figured he'd go for them first. It wasn't until he tried to approach one where he quickly fell into a guard. The spade cards had some heavy duty axes assisting them! With each wing, he had to pull up a swift guard before parrying to keep a good distance. With just under 40 cards still on the field and five charging right at him, he had to play this hand right. As if showing him a life sized poker playing hand, the two, three, four, five, and six of spades were bringing on the assault. He giggled a bit at the fact that he was facing a straight flush. But as humorous as it was, they still posed a threat. They had to be put... face down. He though Beuce might enjoy it if he said it aloud. He didn't of course, but his mind was getting out of place again. They would go down with a few combos easily enough, but he felt hitting multiple targets would still be time consuming. He could always flatten down their Health with the gravity spell he had learned recently. Of course it only hit one target and it would be wasting more MP that he was willing to restore. He could summon Bambi again, but that could very well just cut his MP in half before earning it all back. But perhaps that was not the best approach. ... Why was he over thinking this... It wasn't a powerful foe. It was a deck of playing cards. Flimsy, bent out playing cards. He could have so much fun with this! Getting on to the offensive, he held out his keyblade and yelled out; "Aqua Splash!" A jet of water burst out for a limited time, enough to push back, splash and maybe even daze a few of the cards. With luck, the two and six of spades were already down for the count. four was dazed, but five and three bounced back to attack. Parrying their attacks, he hit up a few combos to knock them down a size, as they floated on to the floor. With those defeated, h approached the four of spades, still seeing stars. Krowley looked to his keyblade handle, then to the playing card. with a flick of the wrist, he knocked the card on the head, depleting the last of his health and knocking him out. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Shang turned to Ping with a look of astonishment. The soldier he had doubted had just saved his life. "Thanks, I should never have doubted you. From now on, you have my trust." Feeling a bit guilty, Ping simply smiled and said; "Thank you, Captain." She would have been out of the clear from then on if Mushu hadn't shown up, popping out of the now. "First she uses me as a lighter, then she turns me into a cannon ball. The head ancestor's gonna hear about this. You know, that's it! I give up! I can't take this no more. C'mon, Mulan. Let's quit this charade and go home, girl." Mushu looked up and saw that Shang was right there. Knowing he'd given her away, he clasps his hands over his mouth. "Mulan? A woman? It can't be!| Mulan stayed silent. He turned to the five party members. "You all knew, didn't you? You knew Ping was really a woman in disguise." Giving them no time to answer, he turned back to Mulan. "I can't believe you lied to me. The punishment for high treason and dishonoring the Army...is death." He paused and looked at the group. He owed them a favor. And a discharge was their safest chance. "Get out of my sight...now. You're all dismissed." Shang walked back towards the ridge and addressed his fellow men. "The Emperor is waiting! Move out!" The troops follow Shang as they leave the summit. A concerned Yao, Ling and Chien-Po follow along the trail back to the palace. Shang looked back once more, uttering out; "My debt is repaid," before continuing on. Mulan sighed as Mushu hopped onto her shoulder. "Mulan... I blew it." She wasn't angry at him, but patted him softly on the head. |It was a long shot anyway... Guess I won't need this anymore." Mulan took off her armored pieces and let her hair back down.She had returned to her light fitting clothes and shortened hair that reached her neck. Ping is now Mulan! "Thank you, everyone. Sorry I got you in trouble." She looked upon the sword representing her family's honor. "I suppose there's nothing to do now but... go back home." Mushu sighed and looked up at her. "You know, your daddy's gonna be steamed as a chicken dumpling." She hadn't even thought of that. Sighing once more she let out a weak smile and bowed to them. "Thanks for your help. You're all wonderful friends."Before heading back to the mountain ridge, she paused to see a hawk fly overhead to the Summit. The sky was silent, accept for it's crying call. It flew over the avalanche site, where Shan-Yu burst out of the snow and roared in anger. Heartless appear behind him as the hawk lands on his shoulder. "Shan-Yu! He's alive!" She couldn't believe her eyes. His troops were far gone, but he had somehow survived through his hatred alone. And knowing Shan-Yu's original cause, was heading for the Emperor. "He's heading for the Imperial City!" Mulan warned. "We've got to warn Shang!" ~MISSION START!~
HP +1 ATK +1 The video won't play for me :/ Please specify who's in it also.
Specify please. HP +4 MP +0.5 ATK +1.5 SPD +3 DEF +1 MAG +3.5 750 Munny spent. HP +2 ATK (+2) DEF +0.5 (+2) AP (+2) +3 Crowns to Eon. HP +2 ATK +2
The Model seen above is the reference model used for the first Kingdom Hearts game back in 2002. At the D23 Expo, it was auctioned off with the proceeds going to charity. That being said, this little rare beauty sold for a final bid of 703, 000 Yen. (Over 7,000 US Dollars) Source
The playstation.jp YouTube channel had earlier announced that Tetsuya Nomura would give his insight on Kingdom Hearts 3 as part of an ongoing series called "Conversations with Creators." Both the E3 and D23 Expo footage of the game can be found as Nomura discusses. Famitsu has posted a transcript of the video below, and hopefully an English translation will be found soon.
Version 1.30 + Brawl missions have been modified - Instead of allotting kills per post. A Battle Point system will be implemented. - Your battle point is equivalent to your level and the amount of enemies you can defeat per turn. - Example: I am level 13, meaning 13 "BP" to use per post. If I am fighting Shadows (2BP each) and Soldiers, (3 BP each) I would be able to defeat a maximum of 5 shadows, and 1 soldier. + Achievement system in motion! - A wiki page has been made, and is slowly starting underway. Nothing can be redeemed as of yet.
I like how they upped the scale of the rock titan so he is more... titanic. The concepts and improved animation are glorious and I can't wait to see more.
Gamer.ne.jp has posted a full japanese summary of went on at the event of the D23 Expo in Japan. See all the photos of what Disney has planned, along with some fun with costumed characters and official Staff members of the series. Sadly none of the KH3 goodness was shown, but the early concept art is defiantly fun to look at. There are over 30 images that can be seen below. View attachment 36876 View attachment 36877 View attachment 36878 View attachment 36879 View attachment 36880 View attachment 36882 View attachment 36883 View attachment 36884 View attachment 36885 View attachment 36886 View attachment 36887 View attachment 36888 View attachment 36889 View attachment 36890 View attachment 36891 View attachment 36892 View attachment 36893 View attachment 36894 View attachment 36895 View attachment 36896 View attachment 36897 View attachment 36898 View attachment 36899 View attachment 36900 View attachment 36901 View attachment 36902 View attachment 36903 View attachment 36904 View attachment 36905 View attachment 36906 View attachment 36907 View attachment 36908 View attachment 36909 View attachment 36910 View attachment 36911 View attachment 36912 View attachment 36913 View attachment 36914
Sure enough. I don't think chi is being localized and doubt they will release anything brand new before KH3.
If they actually include the toy story world, I wonder if Sora will look like his play arts...
Today in Japan, the D23 Expo took place and the twitter feeds have been buzzing non-stop. aibo_ac7 has been giving frequent updates and offered all the good news the event had to offer. TSome unseen footage was shown of early Kingdom Hearts scenes from the series, but do to the policy on no cameras, nothing can be found as of yet. (Apparently, Sora had orange pants though!) A lot of laughs were had and good times all around, but one of the biggest scoops for worldwide fans, would be the confirmation of Kingdom Hearts 2.5 HD! Like the 1.5 collection, it will feature HD remasters for the following three games; Kingdom Hearts 2 FINAL MIX, Birth by Sleep FINAL MIX, and Kingdom Hearts Re:coded. No release date yet, but it has been confirmed to be distributed in 2014 for the Playstation 3. according to the Playstation Blog. Official Square Enix website for Kingdom Hearts 2.5 HD ReMix has been launched. Debut Trailer can be seen below with English subtitles! The title is shown as "Kingdom Hearts II,5 HD ReMix." Credit to Libregkd for the find.
Looking at the live updates now. Once the event finishes, I will create a thread with all the D23 coverage.
Staff tie only. Sorry.
Wish I was present to listen to it. Always love to 80s it up.
Beuce leveled up! (13)Learned Aerial Sweep! Krowley steeped through the small opening the tree had made from Base's knocking. The wooden door opened to reveal a small garden surrounded by a lush display of roses on bushels, and a far green lawn, surrounded by a maze. Luckily, that was all further back, the real attraction could be seen up front. A trial was being held, and Alice was right in the middle of it! While Krowley was thankful that she was safe, all the standing cards surrounding her made him uneasy. Their tiny heads were placed on their card-like frame of a human sized playing card. They were all numbered 1-10 and had either a diamond or a heart on their chest. They seemed to be following the commands of a rather portly looking woman with spades and hearts along her red and black dress. She was accusing Alice, who was standing on a podium in the center of the garden court. Apparently they had missed a lot during their Tea Party... The White Rabbit they had been following for hurried to his podium and blew a trumpet. "Court is now in session! Her Majesty, the Queen of Hearts, presiding!" the Queen of Hearts looked at Alice and humphed. "The girl is the culprit. There's no doubt about it. And the reason is...because I say so, that's why!" "That is so unfair!" Alice argued. "Well, have you anything to say in your defense?" "Of course! I've done absolutely nothing wrong! You may be queen, but I'm afraid that doesn't give you the right to be so...so mean!" "Silence! You dare defy me? Off with her head!" "No! No! Oh, please!" The Cheshire Cat was right about one thing... This woman did get her way. Behind him, he could hear cards whispering about a croquet match, humiliation, and some nonsense about wanting her heart. this was just a little gir,, and they wanted to cut her head off? Rules or not, no way this was going to stand. "Hey! Let her go!" Krowley objected "Who are you? she asked pointing her gavel." "Never you mind who I am. Who are you to accuse some one of such humiliating acts?!" Alice blushed as the Queen was actually embarrassed by her earlier. "But the croquet mallet did-" "And another thing! What kind of Queen commands execution without a jury! You're just a toddler with too much power!" Krowley was just letting it all out now. His frustration with this whole world had caught up with him. "Rrrrrrrgh... Silence! I'm the law here! Article 29: Anyone who defies the queen is guilty! Seize them at once!" "And not to mention.... Wait, what?" In his rage, he neglected to realize she had 52 cards at her disposal. From beneath Alice, a cage was formed, trapping her inside. But at least she was within eyeshot this way. Once again waving her gavel, 52 cards sprung up into action. And since the Queen didn't want copycats, Jacks, Queens and Kings were renamed as 11, 12, and 13. Talk about ego... ~MISSION START!~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steel leveled up! (16) The group had reached the palace, which seemed near empty. No guards, nothing but silence and a tumbleweed in the wind."Hwere is everybohdy!!!" Donald quacked out.Panchito scratched his head under the sombrero he wore. "Senora Yzma no esta aqui, eh? This might be a little hard then. Senor llama? Anything to help?""Her secret lab! We find that, we find the potion that will turn me back!" Kuzco began to scramble across the halls as fast as his four legs could take him. Examining each crook and nanny to find the where Yzma hid this secret lab."Come on guys! Sooner we find it, sooner we pretend this never happened!" ~MISSION START~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Glen leveled up!(14) The group had reached the mountain top, where Shan-Yu stood high above them. He rose from his kneeling position and grinned, calling his hawk to him. And along with the bird, a swarm of rapid thruster heartless that accompanied his army of huns. The enemies spread from corner to corner, being more than a match for just the six of them. Holding up his sword, he pointed to the party. "ATTACK!"Following his command, both man and heartless cascaded down the snowy mountain to destroy the foes their leader wanted eliminated. He was soon to follow as he ended up ahead of the pack, leading the charge. As they were less than 30 seconds away, Yao, Ling, and Chien-Po had arrive with some explosive back-up. Sadly, it was only the one fire cannon. "Stand back!" Yao instructed. "We'll handle this!" Yao placed the fire cannon on the snow and aimed it at Shan-Yu. Seeing how that wasn't going to help completely, Mulan pushes Yao out of the way"Sorry!" Ping grabbed the fire cannon and ran higher up the mountain. She aimed it at the peak above, knowing it could clear the mountain of enemies in one fell seeop. But she still needed something to light it. "Oh, a flint, flint, I need so---huh..." Looking at Mushu, she found what she was looking for. "Me, hey, whoa! Whoa! Wait a second! Ah!"Ping grabbed Mushu and stretched him, so his fire breath would light the cannon. He ended up on the head of the cannon as it explodes, and was shot off to the mountaintop. "You're going the wrong way!" He yelled as the cannon hit the mountain. Causing an immense avalanche, everyone began to make a run for it. The snow raced down the summit, plowing over the Heartless and Shan-Yu, heading straight for the party. Mulan ran to Shang, who had recovered from his injury in time to see the tsunami of snow. Ping grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him around the rock corner away from the pummeling snow. Everyone quickly made a run for it around the rock formation as the snow fell off the edge of the summit. Shang and Ping caught their breath as everyone on their side had made it back in one piece.
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