Culture Victim
May. 6th, 2003 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothHeeheehee. I borrowed Nadesico from Murdock and it's very silly. I like very silly.
"I won't let any of you die! Because if you die, that would mean more funerals, and I will not allow that to happen!"
I also got to a nice, long, relatively cutscene-free section of Xenosaga. So life is good. };)
I had a dream last night, that I suppose wasn't particularly strange. I was in the mall with some family members (not actually members of my real life family) and found the zoids we were looking for on clearance -- the various colored ligers that could be combined to build voltron. 'Dad' (not my real dad, or my stepdad) poo-pood and refused to get them because it was obvious from the shoddy packaging that they were the wrong product. I opened up the package and showed him that all the parts were there, but he was stubborn.
Then the mall was attacked by aliens, and we were all killed. We kept respawning, but we only had the crappy default pistol and were forced to flee. I killed a few of the enemies, but there were too many and I kept getting killed and it wasn't any fun.
So then we hid out inside a large old house in the middle of a grassy field, and the sailor scouts put up wards to keep the enemy from finding all the slayers-in-training who were hiding there, then took us one at a time into a pocket universe to battle monsters and level up.
I got bored waiting, though, so I went out into the field and collected pixie dust from the warded sections of grass, which looked like detailed 'frilly' grass from AC2, but white, with no textures. An old man taunted me with how doomed I was and kept pointing to circling vultures which could be spies for the enemy.
"I won't let any of you die! Because if you die, that would mean more funerals, and I will not allow that to happen!"
I also got to a nice, long, relatively cutscene-free section of Xenosaga. So life is good. };)
I had a dream last night, that I suppose wasn't particularly strange. I was in the mall with some family members (not actually members of my real life family) and found the zoids we were looking for on clearance -- the various colored ligers that could be combined to build voltron. 'Dad' (not my real dad, or my stepdad) poo-pood and refused to get them because it was obvious from the shoddy packaging that they were the wrong product. I opened up the package and showed him that all the parts were there, but he was stubborn.
Then the mall was attacked by aliens, and we were all killed. We kept respawning, but we only had the crappy default pistol and were forced to flee. I killed a few of the enemies, but there were too many and I kept getting killed and it wasn't any fun.
So then we hid out inside a large old house in the middle of a grassy field, and the sailor scouts put up wards to keep the enemy from finding all the slayers-in-training who were hiding there, then took us one at a time into a pocket universe to battle monsters and level up.
I got bored waiting, though, so I went out into the field and collected pixie dust from the warded sections of grass, which looked like detailed 'frilly' grass from AC2, but white, with no textures. An old man taunted me with how doomed I was and kept pointing to circling vultures which could be spies for the enemy.
