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Nintendo is very unoriginal in case you've never noticed. All they ever seem to do now is create novelty games that won't get you through or steal ideas from legitimate game makers. Anyways, in my experience the PS3 is far superior in every aspect to the Wii and has more of my kinda game than the 360.

Oh yeah your list is wrong. It only applies the the 360.

You'd have the best enunciation of anyone I know with large objects in their throat.

Do you really think so?

Since it would be rather rude not to answer, I dislike the redundant arena set up because it's boring and far too easy to beat.

That's only because it's in the wrong font.

Viz media says it's "HUK HUK HACK HACK" or something that approximates that.

I really don't know, gasping for air through a throat full of blood I can help with though.

I'm going to stalk you now. I know where you live and it's not hard to find people with the wonders of the internet. If you see me wave then pretend I was never there.

Okay. That's it.


Door 8: Calm Desolation

The next day Callum awoke alone in a small post apocalyptic styled apartment complex filled with squatters and vagrants on every floor. His wounds had been cleaned and treated, but he’d hardly the presence of mind to notice such things. He blinked several times before trying to sit up and finding a heavy throbbing in his head whenever he made so much as an inch of progress upwards. He soon gave up and lay flat staring at the cracked dingy ceiling waiting for something to happen. In the time between when he realized he couldn’t move and the time when he could, Callum thought. He tried to do so at the very least, he tried to think about what had happened the day before when he’d passed out against the stone wall. No matter how hard he tried to remember the only thing he could remember was the dream that had just ended upon his awakening. The dream was very chaotic and left it’s only traces of memory with vague feelings and notions that couldn’t be explained or interpreted.

He sighed heavily in disappointment, he’d hit a dead end that mo amount of thinking would help to clear. With that final thought he resumed staring blankly at the ceiling with nothing but a vague curiosity in his mind. Soon there was a creak of a door opening and two pairs of footsteps, one heavy with hard clicking boots, the other light and soft as one with cloth shoes. There were no voices to accompany these steps, leaving not the faintest clue as to who either could be. Callum strained against pain to turn his head enough to see the owners of the footsteps only to realize how little pain tolerance he really had. The heavier footsteps grew closer and closer until Callum could see Daniels out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, kid.” Daniels yawned and leaned over looking Callum straight in the eye. “We’re leaving, can you move yet?”

“No.” Callum admitted sheepishly. Then he realized something was off, it eluded him for an instant but he suddenly shouted in utter confusion and surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“I’m telling you we have to go.” Daniels replied bluntly. “The reason you’re here on the other hand is a bit of a story in itself.” The tall brown coated man laughed and straightened up. Callum struggled to move once more but realized the pain wasn’t just in his head, in fact it seemed to have infected every muscle and joint in his slender body. Daniels ignored the pained grimace and the shouts of protest as he picked up Callum and walked out the door trailed by the effeminate man, who kept the same emotionless face the entire time. Callum gave up the fight quickly realizing he had no chance of being put down or told anything for some time. Down at what could only be described as ground zero Daniels exited the dilapidated apartment complex and walked out into the decimated remains of a city.

The mismatched trio continued their trek down the road. It was empty save for debris and the odd automobile carcass. Eventually they reached a train station which had the look of a place that had been in disuse for years, maybe even a decade or so. Daniels moved about as if he knew the place better than the back of his hand and eventually led the group to a virtually empty café. The furniture and accessories could only be described as beat up as they were mismatched or in a kinder way: eclectic. The sole inhabitants of the place was it’s proprietor and a man working at a table with one leg missing, replaced by a stack of phonebooks years out of date, engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. Callum was roughly plopped down into a spindly legged chair and the effeminate man took a seat across from him while Daniels walked up to the proprietor and stuck up a conversation. It was nearly impossible to hear the two, so Callum gave up on eavesdropping. The womanish man slipped off a familiar bag and placed it leaning against the table’s central leg.

“Look where we are now.” The womanish man said allowing his mouth to contort itself into a smile. He was obviously more than a little bit pleased with the turn of events. “Questions, comments, concerns of dire importance?”

“Yeah, why are you here?” Callum said narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips, though it was impossible to tell if this was intended to be humorous or a serious display of dislike.

“You nearly killed Daniels yesterday, in case you haven’t remembered that.”
“I did what exactly?”

“The big oaf was right, you were totally unconscious at the time. I thought you may have snapped, but I guess I lose that bet.”

“What did I do?” Callum asked slower and more tensely this time.

“To be blunt, you went totally mad, like straightjacket and a lifetime rent free stay at the happy farm mad. After that the fight went really interestingly. Daniels was down for the count and you were ready to disembowel the man.”

“I--” The man chuckled and put his feet up on the dirty old table leaning back his chair precariously.

“Kid, just came to me that we haven’t been introduced properly.” The man continued with his twisted gleeful smile. “I’m known as the Life Thief by those in the biz and Church Sharpe by those out of it. And you?” He said cocking an eyebrow mockingly.

“Callum Byron.” The black haired boy answered tersely. He stared at Church’s womanish face irritated for some time. He was about to ask him something when Daniels returned with a few slips of dirty paper held proudly between his fingers.

“Hey, good news kiddies. I’ve got us a ticket straight from here to the Gate.” He said holding out the ratty sheets.

“Good news at last, I was just catching up our friend Callum.” Church replied putting special emphasis on his last two words.

“N--” Callum began to speak but thought better of it after an instant.

“Well, Callum, I’m John Daniels I believe we‘ve met.” The man said congenially and stuck out a hand as if to initiate a handshake without realizing Callum couldn’t turn his head much less move an arm. He slowly withdrew his hand when it was greeted with a dirty look from the black haired boy. “Well, we’ll have to do something about you since we can’t carry you around everywhere.

“First.” Callum interjected sharply. “I’d like to know what’s going on if that’s really not too much trouble.” His voice sardonic, and his expression threatening. Daniels stared amusedly for a moment before proceeding.

“Well, you heard about the fight yesterday I assume?” Daniels asked sitting himself down adjacent to his companions.

“Yes.”

“Well, we’re all interested in this phenomenon, your display of whatever that was. I happen to know someone who may have a little light to shed on the eerie ass situation.” Daniels continued. He withdrew a flask from a coat pocket and swirled around the contents making an irritation sloshing noise.

“Where?” Callum asked as Daniels continued to fiddle with his flask. He opened it and sniffed the contents before taking a small sip and retuning it to his pocket.

“The Central Enigma, or the core of Escher one of the most sought after locations for some odd reason. It follows the same rules as here only more so if you get that. It’s basically where the worlds that are most jumbled and illogical are all clumped together, like out here but more so. It’s nearly impossible to cross worlds and know where you’re going without a blank key. The doors have specific destinations if you use a blank key but a coded key will affect each door differently and randomized where it leads to. I hear yours used to be a blank one but the past is well over. So, we’re now on our way to the Gate, a place where you can for sure get into the Central Enigma.

“That’s where the Lateral Enigma comes in. It’s the area buffering the core from the rest of the world, it’s like the eye of a storm, all the rules there are different, no one really gets them but that‘s where the Gate is, so it’s also been dubbed the graveyard. Is that clear enough for you, mister Callum?” Daniels yawned and stood without waiting for an answer. He peered around the café and walked back over to the proprietor. They began talking and only seconds later Daniels returned to the group. Then as if he’d never left he continued his train of thought. “So?”

“Perfectly.” Callum answered. Daniels handed him one o the ratty sheets of paper and the other to Church who’d been sitting in silence for some time now.

“Alright then, once we get you back on your feet, literally, we can start going.” Daniels said cheerily.

“When do you think I’ll be able to walk?” Callum asked as he sat slumped backwards on his chair with his head lolled off to one side almost humorously. Daniels brushed off his coat as he was wont to do before answering.

“I dunno, hopefully before tomorrow morning.” He shrugged and yawned again before leaning back in his chair and pulling his hat over his face.

“Why?” Callum asked quizzically. Daniels pushed his hat up enough to look at the black haired boy.

“’Cause it’s volcano day.” Daniels said simply before lowering his hat over his eyes again and going incommunicative as a block of wood.


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Sorta short connecting chapter right here. If there are any questions comments or concerns I'll address them as they come to me.

Sounds okay. It'd suck if it was another boring arena based game like Deadlocked. However, since it's following Future it should follow the standard R&C formula.

This isn't a problem. It's a simple progression in lifestyle. Obviously you're going to get more middle class kids with internet access exposed to more "mature" content, but what's the issue here? Does it make you a bad person, breaking these rules that are instituted under irrational groupings? Honestly, you can't judge maturity on age, it's just the only way to measure it with numbers. This is just an inevitability of freedom of information and the numerous open forums on the internet. This may seem odd, but I think this possible desensitizing of the youth to supposedly mature themes is a step forwards. Some of the problem is in the archaic thinking governing the actions of the younger generations. Whatever, I'm babbling now.

This little event may in some obscure way effect Sony, but it's going to be far from fatal. It won't cause people to suddenly buy 360 consoles and I don't see it eating into sales of PS3's seeing as it's a minor feature that probably will go overlooked when determining which to buy.

I know that there is not enough solid evidence to prove the existence of auras. Stories by nothing but mouth or a series of tubes and bogus tests performed by "believers" that fall flat in the presence of an opposition spokesman are obviously falsified. Though it's possible for such things to exist (the universe is infinite after all), it's highly doubtful that a person could see, feel or in any way actually perceive said phenomenon. It's just too baseless to have any standing in any serious situation. Though I do like to entertain thoughts of such things, it goes without saying that it can't work under the rules of the universe we've felt ou thus far. What would cause these things? What would allow some to see these auras and not others? This is probably just another fantasy better left out of serious discussion. Without proof it's naught more than a trick, hoax, ruse, or a mistake.

You only came up with one face per gender it seems. In this style hair and facial structure are the main focus as far as identifying characteristics. Oddly enough you put the least effort into them. When you do a finished product try not to use the universal face.

You sound like an average, normal person, if this saddens you then remember you aren't a lamp thrown out in the rain with no one feeling sorry for it.

Jio Freed looks more like Naruto in most pics you see, well except cooler and better drawn.

I don't see six's in any of the things you're talking about in Naruto though. Could you explain that?

Cin turned a hundred every day this week. I turn one every day period.

You know what would be nice? A melody at the very least. I'm fine with written music but without the music it's really hard to get any impression of the song at all.

Freakish, but genius all the same.