I enjoy the entire FF series, though seven is my favorite.
I missed a FF disscussion?!
T.T
I love the Final Fantasy series, too.
Personally, XII is my favorite, though I have only played I-IV and XII (in the core games, anyways)
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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Thank you for Noticing This Notice.
Your Noting it has been Noted.
And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.
Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.
In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
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(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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I missed a FF disscussion?!
T.T
I love the Final Fantasy series, too.
Personally, XII is my favorite, though I have only played I-IV and XII (in the core games, anyways)
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Sure, why not? I want to see where this goes. Tenitivly interested.
Edit: Although, I'm not sure If my computer is up to it. Been having problems on it, of late.
Edit: Although, I'm not sure If my computer is up to it. Been having problems on it, of late.
*sigh*
Writer's block is a wonderful thing...especially when its on a paper for school.
Writer's block is a wonderful thing...especially when its on a paper for school.
Oh hey, an IC. Interesting.
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How dare you poke me! Unpoke me this instance!
lol
Anyways, I'm assuming that you're waiting for me to have Grane reply to Ferrin. If so, I should I'm just waiting for either Jangel or Lunarlors to post. But if don't make a post the end of Monday, I'll have one for just Grane posted on Tuesday. This weekend I'm focused with work.
*unpokes @Expolar*
GM cleared it, its done.
I, like hatakekuro, will play along with it, and hope that the IC will clear it up.
Edit: Typed up before I saw above-- I meant what I said.
I, like hatakekuro, will play along with it, and hope that the IC will clear it up.
Edit: Typed up before I saw above-- I meant what I said.
Although not mentioned, Corbonek is sealed and its manifestation destroyed for the rest of the war on the use of the Beast, and in turn the benefits of No Sane King are lost.
I don't have to mention its intelligence to you, or how it will look. You'll find out when it's used.
It's controlability is a given, considering Pellinore's riding rank.
It's stronger than you. Figure it out.
Details, then. Rather importaint ones.
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Well the Pegasus who Medusa summons is stronger as an individual than most servants. Servants are strong, but compared to most monsters they're not much physically. That's why they have noble phantasms and dirty tricks.
The Bulls Iskander used > Servants, for example. This is the Rider classes hidden strength.
However in the case of this monster, it is rather vanilla itself. It's not fast like Pegasus nor does it have gusts of wind that can flay servants, and it doesn't have Zeus manifested as lightning like Iskanders bulls. So it's kind of easy to deal with if you avoid the debuffs it gives you and the self buffs it gains.
Basically, against a mid ranked or higher Dead Apostle Ancestor, this thing is going to get destroyed.
Aye, but it's still set is soly devoted to combatting servants. It is a self-made anti-PC Phantasm.
When called from the World, the Beast Glatisant acts as the antithesis to Mystery and magic, both falling apart in proximity to the serpentine creature, making it effectively immune to the actions of Servants from the Age of Gods and magic from the same era, although this is not the only requirement. Mystery is ultimately the target of the Beasts presence, any anything which is considered blatantly beyond the Age of Man (even if it is used by a man from the same era) would simply break. The Beast is the Age of Man, and the final death of the Age of Gods. As such, only man - through their own human efforts - can truly defeat this Beast.
Physically, the creature is leagues stronger, faster and more durable than most individual servants, and with its natrual presence it becomes a presence almost inherently lethal to servants.
Okay, re-reading.
Summoned- no apparent time limit, so could be instantaneous.
No apparent cost- how much is comsumed? What does it take to summon it up?
Destroyes Magic- literaly insta-killing/destroying anything done by gods, before the age of man, just with its mere precence. (I think heaven and hell qualify)
Effectivly immune to the actions of heroes from before the age of man
Okay, so...fuck. Herc-level defence.
Only can be defeated by man though human efforts. Oh, looky here. A...weakness? So...uhh a Master with a gun could destroy it? Good news but...
Stronger, faster, more durable then most individual servents, by an order of magnatude. Tell me, when was the last time bullets ever bothered a Servent? When was the last time the Master took out a Servent? They can't. Physicaly can't.
But, hey, if I dropped a nuke on it, it would die? Okay.
No mention of controllability.
No mention of its intelligence, no mention of it's appearance, does it bite? Claw? Spit? ...Poop?
Okay, so in legends, video games. And whatnot, the things created by gods are always the stongest things. They are always pictured as above and beyond the work of man. Why? Becuase they are gods. This beast takes all that and says, "Fuck it, use your peashooters." Then goes and is eqivilant to a god, in strength itself. Lets not forget, he has one more phantasm that puts Rider's personal stats to... A rank strength...and A rank...endurance... Whaaaaaa? Along with a nice big fortress with a Master Hand also...capable of...capturing a servent...for, presumably mister Rider to come by at his leasure and mock before killing them.
....at least the knights are mob troops.
In summary, This Phantasm limits or is outright immune to the the most powerful things in legend, and is so personally powerful, that it cannot be overwhelmed by anything at the human's disposal. If mere humans could fight a servent, then they wouldn't rely on the servents like they do.
Yes, maybe some servants could fight it, but those are laughably few, and those that could, would also have to deal with Rider and his Fortress, too.
@BlackbeardAw, that sucks... :( Hope things go better next time I guess.
@Crimson RavenI assume it's the thing they mentioned on the last page.
I still don't see the problem, how were they plagerised? What does that matter? Why not just build from the ground up?
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