DaddyThe covered hand of the king ran slowly over the pages of a book, his head held down with the weight of worry. He sighed a heavy sigh, glancing at the words on the page as if hoping they would sap away his anxiety. There was barely a moment of reading before he looked back up, off to his bedside...
Resting in the newly-built crib, bundled in a blanket was a baby boy hedgehog. With violet spines and black markings similar to his own, it was an eerie similarity between the two of them. The child toyed with the blanket, kicking it off and tugging it to his mouth, gnawing on the soft fabric. It was enough to give Lyger a slight smirk to his face as he slowly stood from his desk and made his way over to the crib's side. But in the few seconds it took him to arrive, Lyger was once again somber, his fingers curling around the crib.
It hadn't been that long since Lyger had found Danny lost, alone, and scared, abandoned by someone and left to die. The crying infant was just happy to be held by
Tribute to Jade CurtissThere are many debates as to who the greatest video game character of all time is. Many base their picks on how prolific the character is, like Mario, Sonic or Master Chief. Others judge on how identifiable the character is, i.e., how human that character is. Still others say that the best characters are the most well-written, the ones who have good reason for doing what they do.
Well, my friends, I have found that fabled greatest video game character of all time. And he is Jade, from Tales of the Abyss.
In a room full of chairs, Jade is the one with the leather cushions, the seat warmer and the drink holder. Jade completely stomps the asses of everyone else in TotA, and all other video games, for that matter. There is not even a word to adequately describe how much ass this man stomps. Jade's awesomeness is the kind of awesome for which legends are created, passed down from father to son, through the generations until he becomes a mythic figure, showing up in litera
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