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Happy Birthday, FFVIII!
I've been waiting for this day for over a year, and now that's it here, I'm too sick to enjoy it. Ugh. Y'see, normally I'd be on campus now, having had one class at 7:25 and waiting for both another class at 9:35 and a group meeting at 11, but today? Today I'm lying in bed with a hoarse voice, a tender stomach, and no small amount of fatigue. WTF. How did I get from "a little dizzy" to this in less than 24 hours. Thankfully, besides the aforementioned symptoms, I don't actually feel too bad, just... tired. So I doubt it's anything serious.
Anyway, on to the topic at hand: it's the tenth anniversary of Final Fantasy VIII's North American release! Ten years. Ten years of sinking hours into setting up the perfect junctions, ten years of soft resetting after losing my Seifer card in Triple Triad, ten years of shipping Squall and Rinoa with hopeless, sigh-inducing devotion (and ten years ago, I didn't even know the term shipping). Ten years of playing the best game in my little world. Thanks, Square. No matter how much you kick around my heart now, I can never fully write you off, because you gave me my favorite game of all time. All the hours of happiness playing, discussing, just thinking about FFVIII have given me... thank you. Here's to another ten years of fandom joy!
And now, rather than booze it up and play hours of my favorite game in celebration, I'm going to hobble to the kitchen to see if there's anything bland enough for me to consume safely, then either sleep or lay in bed and do some reading for class. What a day.
Anyway, on to the topic at hand: it's the tenth anniversary of Final Fantasy VIII's North American release! Ten years. Ten years of sinking hours into setting up the perfect junctions, ten years of soft resetting after losing my Seifer card in Triple Triad, ten years of shipping Squall and Rinoa with hopeless, sigh-inducing devotion (and ten years ago, I didn't even know the term shipping). Ten years of playing the best game in my little world. Thanks, Square. No matter how much you kick around my heart now, I can never fully write you off, because you gave me my favorite game of all time. All the hours of happiness playing, discussing, just thinking about FFVIII have given me... thank you. Here's to another ten years of fandom joy!
And now, rather than booze it up and play hours of my favorite game in celebration, I'm going to hobble to the kitchen to see if there's anything bland enough for me to consume safely, then either sleep or lay in bed and do some reading for class. What a day.
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*A visual definition of the term can be found here: http://omgrespekknuckles.ytmnd.com/
**My boyfriend looked at me like I was insane. He couldn't suspend his disbelief enough to tolerate the gunblade. :'(
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The Extreme is amazing. Good choice! How's the Dissidia version?
Dude, gunblades are quite real. That last photo is one a friend familiar with my FFVIII obsession took for me when he saw it at a museum. Granted, none of those work the way the FFVIII ones are purported to. I've heard rumors that percussion based gunblades have historically existed, but I can't find any real proof of that, so who knows? Fact remains, though - the gunblade lives.
... And even if it didn't, FFVIII wins. It is too much love. I forgive all its
far fewer than everyone else claimsflaws and just... just... love. Knuckles?For his part, my boyfriend dislikes FFVIII, but not for the characters or the story or anything like that. He's just not a fan of active time RPGs. In fact, while he likes watching me play FF games and the like, he only plays RPGs if they're portable and/or have something besides battling to suck up your time, like the Social Links in P3 and 4. I can understand that. At least he doesn't hate Rinoa.