LoZ: Phantom Hourglass

I've certainly put lots of stuff about Zelda up lately haven't I?

Well, today I be talking about The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass which is a totally awesome game. I finally decided to take the time to invest in something worthwhile for my Nintendo DS and it's a helluva time.

I just love the whole concept of making it strictly "touch only" you know, where you have to use your stylus for everything essentially. It's so different from every other game, but yet, it continues off of a great storyline (Wind Waker) which just makes it that much better.

It introduces some new characters (Linebeck, "Grandpa"), and re-instates some old ones (Tetra, Link, Beedle) and it even incorporates a boss that ISN'T Ganon/Ganondorf! (Bellum) Essentially I think this is one of the better Legend of Zelda games. It really seemed easy to me, I could figure out a lot of the puzzles within seconds, but at the same time it was still challenging. I know, that's a total contradiction of itself, but it's completely true.

Like, there was a part where you had to use a bomb to hit a switch otherwise you couldn't possibly make it across the bridge the switch made in time (the bomb gives you a head start so to speak), but yet, in another area, I had trouble avoiding boulders that rolled in the same path of eachother. And it wasn't because I wasn't paying attention, I was. XD

I did love the part about the different boat. The King of Red Lions just creeped me out, so I was personally glad he was gone, and with the new boat comes infinite bombs! *insert evil laughter* that and I could actually bomb a seagull! I hated having to waste perfectly good bombs out at sea when I needed them for other things, so I'm quite pleased with their infiniteness (<- I don't think that's a word. XD)

Anyways, it's a great game, and I'm still not completely done with it, but I love all the little subplots and such that keep me from killing the final boss (well, one of them). So yeah, it's a great game, even with its flaws (which I have yet to notice) and I'm going to go play it more. Good night ya'll.

Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time FTW

So I totally just beat the game after a week of playing it whenever I could. Hell, I cheated a little and used a walkthru to find all the dumb gold skultulas, but other than that, it was all me baby, all me.

It's such a great game, sure the graphics could use a little work, but it's old, it was for the N64 originally, but I've played it on both the GameCube and the N64, and I love it. Of course, Link is absolutely adorable, and he doesn't wear pants!

I love most of the songs on the Ocarina that you get during gameplay, but what I have to wonder is, what happens when you get an upgraded item of an item you already have. Like, when Saria gives you that Ocarina, what does Link do with it when he gets the Ocarina of Time? Or when he gets the Longshot, what does he do with the Hookshot? I mean, does he just throw them away, or does he just, put them in a little hidey-hole somewhere off in Hyrule field?

Oh, and the ending, you know, where Zelda decides to send him back to live life differently, I hope she realizes that no matter what happens, that's probably the way history would happen. Remember at the beginning the Deku tree was dying so he sent Navi to help Link? Well, if she sends him back to 7 years ago, then the Deku tree would STILL be dying, and Navi would find Link and he'd fulfill his destiny as the Hero of Time...again. Zelda is dumb in this game. Actually..she's dumb in every game, always getting kidnapped and used and stuff. Seriously, wtf?

Overall, it's a great game, and I'm just totally in love with it, and of course, since I'm done with it, my friend wants to borrow it after hearing about how annoying Navi (Hey Listen!) is, and how just generally awesome the game is. (I've beaten it 4 times now. XD) So I said, "Fine, but I want to borrow Twilight Princess."
I swear, I'm the only person who loves Zelda and hasn't played that game yet! Sue me, I don't care, I WILL play Twilight Princess!! I will I say!
Well, until next time, see ya later readers!
-Pyro

The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker..wtf?

Alright, so it's a great game sure. It really is, the whole concept of controlling the winds and sailing is just awesome, even if you get seasick, XD, it's still great. But the fact that little Princess Zelda is a KID in this game, when in fact she GREW UP in a couple of the other games does not make any sense.

I've come to accept the fact that Princess Zelda is a kid, but it still pisses me off that they fucked it up. (They = Creators of Zelda) I've also decided that the Zelda in this game is but a reincarnation of the Zelda we knew in past games, just as Link is a descendant of the original Link. There is no possible way/explanation that the Zelda and Link in this game are the REAL Zelda and Link from the very first game. Especially because THEY GROW UP in Ocarina of Time. So ha.

Alright, I'm done, back to playing my game now.

Sims 2!!

So instead of a poem or short story, I give you THE SIMS 2 UPDATES!!!!
OMG totally awesome right? RIGHT!

Anyways, we have chapter 1 and 2 of my legacy that I just recently started! Ya'll know you want to read it!!

Chapter 1: http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=224187&asset_type=story&user_id=4172422

Chapter 2: http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=226451

As for finding the simselves, they're all on my sim page, and I have some houses as up as well. None of them are shown in the stories, but I just thought I'd get that off my chest. XD

Ya'll should totally rate them and give me comments on what I can do to improve and all that happy dandy stuff. XD

Freedom

So..this one also has an owl in it, although it's COMPLETELY different from my last psychotic one, haha. Enjoy, oh, and if you're reading this (you'd better know who you are) I hope it sounds SLIGHTLY familiar, especially because it has you in it! I love you Bear.

As the shadow of night decended two wings glided silently above the snowy ground.
A lone, young owl, searching for her prey was the only thing stirring in the starry night.
Gliding swiftly a few feet above the ground, she hears a mouse. Yum.
Quickly turning towards the small sound, swooping low, her talons splayed to make the catch.
She seizes the mouse, clutching it tightly in her iron grasp.
It squeals in dismay as she glides to the tree tops to find a perch to feast.
All the while, another creature, a much more deadly creature, is watching in fascination. Never having seen her hunt before. (you've made your entrance Bear)
A wraith among the shadows he hides in, his stell net glistening eerily in the starry night. His white teeth showing in his smile, and the glint in his eye evidence he loves to hunt.
As the owl finishes her meal, she swoops down silently, continuing her journey. Something flashes before her eyes, and, before she knows it, she's caught in the hunters' net.
Struggling and thrashing about for freedom, she's calmed surprisingly quickly with a few soft words. She's carried to a small cabin, nestled in the woods, and the warm breeze hits her ruffled feathers as the door opens enough to let the hunter and hunted into the house.
The bear-like hunter moves into a corner of the room where a tall aviary sits, made just right for the owl to feel at home. He quickly and gently transfers her into the aviary, watching as she fluffs her reddish feathers up and then settles back down again. She looks back at her captor, stunned that he had actually caught her, again, but knowing that the fight was over, that she was his once again, and going to stay that way for a very long time.
Sighing an owl-like sigh she turns her back to him, ruffling her reddish feathers as well; showing her annoyance. She hears his growl, she feels the soft breeze of the aviary door opening again, and she preens in delight, knowing that he wants her to be happy, but wanting her for himself as well.
She feels one of his great hands gently stroking her back, coaxing her to turn around, and when she does, she croons softly at him, making him smile and lift her gently out of the enclosure. He uses his free hand to stroak his goatee, deep in thought as he wonders over to the window. Without a thought, she flies out of his hand and alights on his shoulder, crooning softly in his ear as he stops by the big bay window.
He turns his head, smiling at her, then goes back to his brooding, staring up at the moonless sky, brightly lit with stars, wishing for his freedom, and wanting her to be happy.. She follows his gaze up into the black sky, wishing for her freedom, but wishing to keep her freedom and stay at the same time.

Alright, so it was just a little short story/poem thing-a-ma-bob, but I thought it was okay..go ahead and give me comments and critics and all that jazz. It's welcome, as long as you're telling me WHY you did or didn't like it, what I can do to improve, or just telling me that I'm awesome. haha.

Murder

So this is a creepy, disturbed, twisted poem..you should probably just skip over this one.

A fire burns,
alone in the dark.
I see the tiny glow
A scented candle,
standing tall on the windowsill.
A smell of lilac wafting by
in hushed tones
her parents speak,
whispering words of love.
To bad she must die.
A smile plays upon her tiny lips,
as she closes her small eyes.
She falls asleep
thinking she's safe,
but I lurk just outside.
I have a job to do,
a grisley one at that.
A small owl flies into the night,
landing just inside her open window.
It smells so fresh in here,
like a garden in full bloom.
I look upon her sleeping form in wonder,
hooting softly as I contemplate my task.
I tip my wing, lightly tapping the candle
oops. To bad it had to end this way.
The candle falls onto her bed,
the flames already growing big.
I quickly soar back into the night
with visions of her burning in my head.

So I really have NO IDEA why I wrote that, and well..yeah, I think I probably need help. If you know a good psychiatrist or psychologist, please feel free to give me their number!

Empty

This feeling I feel,

This dark feeling in my soul.

I feel empty, consumed in hatred and depression.

I just wish this life away,

I can't bear to go on.

I feel this hurt so deep, I feel my blood run cold with fear when I think about it.

Wanting things that are best left untouched,

I need to let go.

I just want to find happiness.

I feel this anger and hurt through my entire being.

I'm so empty and cold, on fire.

I can't help but think that it's my fault

I just need to know that you care.

Please..

I don't know what I'd do without you, and here I am..

Without you.

A Bubble

Glowing softly in the moonlight
I see your iridescent sheen.
I see that reflection in the soft glowing pool
Shining brightly the still water reflected back against you
I see the way you move
I see the way you're trembling softly
Watching as you float gently away from me on a tickling breeze,
I reach my hand out in despair, calling you back
to the safety of my world.
Helplessly I watch you glide away on gentle winds
The sweet smell of honeysuckle wafting towards us
I glare off into your direction, willing you to leave,
watching hopelessly as a single leaf floats down upon your brittle surface.
A single tear sliding down my cheek as I watch my dreams shatter
Your tiny drops falling swiftly towards the glowing pond
The brilliant moon reflecting softly against your brother.

A Perfect Night (in German)

Glänzen des neuen Mondes hell
unter dunklen Sternen
Eine Nacht der Winter
mit den Wolken voll vom Schnee
Leichte Winde brennen weich
unter hohen Bäumen durch
Ein einsamer Schrei steigt über die Sterne,
die andere innen traurig verbinden
Stoppend, um zu hören,
lächelt man wistfully
Das Flüchtig blicken über
einer Person sieht zutreffende Liebe.
Eine vollkommene Nacht
füllte mit Frieden.

Translated:

New moon shining bright
among dark stars.
A winters' night
wth clouds full of snow.
Gentle winds blow softly
among tall trees.
A lone cry rises above the stars
others join in sorrowfully.
Stopping to listen,
one smiles wistfully.
Glancing over
a person sees true love.
A perfect night
filled with peace.

Danger

Everyone knows that danger is here,
but do we know how it
haunts us in our fears.

Danger is like the moon
slowly creeping across
the midnight sky.

Danger is this world
for it is filled with
war, poverty and fear.

Danger could be something
small and senseless
or our worst fear.

It haunts as we're warm and happy
in our beds, creeping silently across our
floors to get into our heads.

Then, when morning comes,
we wake up to see
that it was never really there.

Danger is all around us
it will never disappear
and
Danger is probably
what will kill
us...

One Shoe

Alright, this one is purely stupidity, but it's awesome just the same. Please be nice!

One day as my mom
and I
were cruising down
33rd
I noticed a shoe,
a plain brown
shoe,
clog maybe
slip on,
but only one
and not two.

Then I wondered what
it was thinking
for it was just sitting there,
laying there,
waiting,
without a care.

"Is it still there?"
I wonder,
but then I remember,
it was just one,
and not two.

My Secret Place

I keep my thoughts in a secret place.

Away from eyes to see.

I keep my fears behind my walls, and wish they could be free.

I keep my darkness out of view,

I don't wear it on my sleeve.

I keep my feelings to myself,

so those I love won't leave.

I wish that I could share my thoughts,

not afraid to show the times that I'm

alone and sad,

so those who care would know.

But sadness keeps me in a place

where secrets hide.

My mood changes hues from

light to dark,

like sea foam on the tide.

It's Been Hours

It's been hours!
Hours since he left, hours
Since I called mom,
Hours on top of hours.

The mall closed,
Hours ago, the
Doors sighing shut, a
Click and a snap
As they closed me
Out.

Hours Since it
Started snowing,
Drifting, flying,
Not melting, just staying.

I shiver and do
A little quick-step,
Rubbing palms on knees, and feet on ground
I look this way, then that, still
Dancing.

It's been hours of
the same,
Tears freeze, and my nose
Runs. I love around again.

Finally!
After hours of waiting
Mom pulls up.

"It's been hours!"
I sniff,
"No, only a few minutes."

One Bullet

A man stood before me,
A gun in his hand.
His stance was wide,
His hands shaking.
Sweat poured off his brow,
He was shaking and the gun wobbling.
His finger planted on the trigger,
Omitting a light pressure, as if unsure of whether to shoot or not.

I wasn't scared, just shocked that
HE would do this.
"Uh, could you not point that at me?"
I asked, heart broken.
He shook his head, and gripped it tighter.

He started shaking more,
More sweat, more hesitation.
"Okay, if you're going to shoot, then shoot, I'm tired of
Waiting!"
I exclaimed impatiently, I don't know why.
Perhaps heartache, or not wanting to live if HE
Hated...me.

He hesitated once more, then police burst in,
Shouting and calling for him to "...PUT THE GUN DOWN!!"
I screamed, and a loud, BANG, was a deadly silence.
The world blacked out, but the last thing
I saw was HIM falling, blood coming from his chest.

The last thing I felt, was a pain in MY chest...
All it took, one bullet, two lives, lost love, a misfired gun.
No one should have died, and yet...here I am.


Dead.

Fire Soul

I noticed it first

a soft glowing ember among the twigs

Blowing on it softly,

I watch in fascination as it glows even brighter

It starts to engulf the brittle branches

quickly ripping and tearing them apart

It slowly grows bigger,

steady, steady.

Bigger now, ever growing,

it's getting hotter and larger.

I step back, out of the way, gently fanning it with one of my small hands.

Rapidly now, the heat grows,

sucking up any and all oxygen near by.

I'm nearly consumed by it,

I feel its scorching burn on my face.

It leaps at me,

burning my flesh, licking at my feet -- at my hands and hair and whole body.

I feel the pain, I see some red ooze from in between my toes.

I notice the orange and red glare getting larger and larger

coming for me, calling out to me.

I reach out, touching those searing fingers

sighing softly as the heat consumes me.

The golden phoenix of death wraps around my body

devouring my very soul, my flesh, my life.

I feel a soft breeze, and smile up into the air, letting the wind take me with it;

just ashes now, all gone, but still one with nature.

My Love

My heart is filled with tender thoughts

My mind races fitfully.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just want you to hold me close.

My head feels about to burst,

My eyes have darkened in restless anger.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just want to be near you,

My pride is strong but about ot break,

My love is growing but nearly spent.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

I just need you to love me,

My hopes have all but dwindled to nothing,

My dreams have all but faded away.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

Truth be told, I love you,

I'm sick with my love for you,

I'm dying,

I'll die without your love.

Blog Thing 1

Alright, so I'm a poetry addict, and I write it and read it..whatever, I love poetry. This is probably just a place where I'll post my work, so don't like, steal it or anything. If you do, I'll hunt you down.
On to business, here's my first poem/blog! Woo! Enjoy people!

It's always a look that makes me tremble,

It's always a touch that's so arousing.

Even in the darkest room,

My eyes seek to find yours.

It's just a smile that sets my hear afire,

It's just a simple caress that makes me sigh.

Even I thought hat things would change,

given time.

It's never enough just to say the words.

It's never enough just to be held close.

Even I'm selfish enough to admit

that I want you, and won't settle for less.

It's the way you look at me as if nothing else matters,

It's the way you smile so mischievously.

Even though I love you, sometimes,

I wonder if you feel the same.