Brain Barf

Hello the Sixty Spambots that clicked my blog.

Been busy with the Christmas Chainsaw Massacre.  Many trees were brutally mauled and dismembered, much to the delight of small children and bored retail associates.  More trees shall follow, after the taste of their fear is allowed to ferment into sweet sweet scents of despair and sap.

I've also been screwing around on Star Ocean: The Last Hope.  I really would like to know what Squeenix was smoking at the time.  It clearly wasn't as potent as the stuff Infinite Undiscovery and Romancing SaGa was developed with, and not near SO: Till the End of Time (which needed less 4D bullshit and more Rassilon).  I'm running around with Edge the Space Paladin, his not-a-Rosa-ripoff, his not-a-Rydia-ripoff, and space elves of one kind or another.  The good news, I get to play as Bacchus D-79, AKA SPACE ELF ROBOCOP!  *random manly squee noises*   Rockets and killsats and Sith Lightning and frickin' black holes!  So many black holes!  400 BLACK HOLES.  Give Bacchus to your black holes and they can kill shit dead!  Make shit die abnormally fast!

You can say I'm a fan.  But whoever decided on the English voice acting for Sarah really needs chastening. 

Anyway, welcome to my Brain Barf section, where randomness reigns and dignity is slowly lowered into a pit filled with rabid Pomeranians.  Very yappy death.