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The 10 Worst Bad Days in RPGsEverybody has bad days. But, when it comes to role-playing games, nobody just has a bad day that they can get over. No, they have to have sprawling, lingering, life-changing days because someone had enough gall to be enjoying how things were going in life.
10 Zidane Tribal (Final Fantasy IX)
Can't go wrong by starting off with Zidane. His day might suck, but at least he gets past it. Sort of.
Zidane is a thief who starts in the game in the humblest of ways: by kidnapping Princess Garnet of Alexandria and becoming a wanted felon. His boss, who also beat Zidane as a kid, supposedly wants to hold Garnet for ransom, but Zidane just wants to get his freak on with her. Well, that may not have been such a great idea, because hanging out with Garnet is a determent to Zidane's well-being.
This kidnapping scheme soon turns into a revelation that Zidane's an alien from another planet (Terra) sent to this one (Gaia) because... some old guy thought it was a good idea. Or something. Wh
The HighwayI've always heard people talk about my way or the highway. Their way IS the highway.
The highway is the way that gets you right where you need to go. No thrills, no hassles, no surprises. Just a set speed where you can zip right along to the destination. And there's an accident or two along the way, sure. A chance to stop and slow down, look at the carnage, and drive on. You can get off the highway in a safe place, stop for a bite, but then you get right back on. The sights are the same, and you know just what to do. All across the land, you know just where you're going.
My way is not the highway.
My way stays off the highway.
When you stay away from the highway, you take all kinds of unexpected twists and turns, detours and old roads that have been worn to the ground and forgotten. You see all kinds of things that you never expected to see. You make all kinds of stops and starts, taking in the sights, meeting people in the most unexpected of places. You never know where th
A Tribute to George CarlinGeorge Carlin was my comic hero.
Today has marked the end of the life of the greatest American stand-up comedian who has ever lived. George Carlin has left this earth, gone forever. Taken from the public after fifty years of making us not only laugh, but think.
It was late last evening that I was having a rather ordinary evening. After browsing onto Fark.com, I saw the headline that George Carlin had died of heart failure at age 71. The first words out of my mouth were Oh, no. I sat in my chair, stunned. I stared at the screen blankly, unable to conjure up any words. I spent the rest of the night looking over every article I could, trying to make sense of it. It was so terrible to lose such a beloved icon.
Like so many others today, I'm well aware that my words may go widely unnoticed. I know that my tribute may fade away, just become another piece no one reads. Yet, like all those same people, I have the need to express myself because I feel so strongly and so passionately
The EndI stand in the empty room, looking out at the bright sunny day through the open windows. This was my room. But its not now. Ive moved out, moved on. But it still feels like home. And now, I stand here in this room for the final time.
The highs and lows come flooding back to me, standing here in silence. I remember the day, coming home, knowing I was going to graduate. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs in ecstatic joy. At the time, I was so happy to be graduating. But now, what I wouldnt give to go back to the beginning of the school year and do it all over. Im already starting to miss college.
They were really the best years, in this room. Its only now that I understand what people mean by wanting to return to these days. During those years, I would give anything to get out. Now that I finally made it out, I want back in. Such is life. Such is this cynical view of life that I feel starting to creep into my head.
I think of the phone calls from my
Thoughts after graduationTo my fellow denizens of the Internet,
Many of you reading this are probably aware by now that I'm officially a college graduate. I've just completed my last final in my university, and am well on my way to earning a degree in Theater Arts, something I've been working at for a very long time.
Of course, working at something like this goes beyond just going to classes and finishing assignments. If shit were that easy, there wouldn't need to be shrinks in schools these days. That's the way school is so perfectly designed: it must be easy enough that a lot of people can do it, but hard enough to make actually finishing the motherfucker a daunting task. Thankfully, I've learned from the big mistakes I made throughout, and hopefully learned from the small ones, too.
During my freshman year of high school, I was the quiet kid who stuck to himself. The rest of my freshman year, my mother and father did what most white parents do when they find out their kid isn't normal: they completely went
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