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Final Fantasy VII: Of Beasts and Bullets!  Yeah. I decided to put OBAB on FF.net instead of DA.  So, here's the link:  www.fanfiction.net/s/11580417/…

Hope you guys enjoy it!  Also: Chapter 2 is currently being proofread by a friend.  It may be up by 1:00 this afternoon!

YES!  My brain has been sent reeling at the teaser trailer! THANK YOU! That is all.

And it's scaring me.  He said this to me today:

“You know those microchips that they’re gunna put in people’s hands? The bible describes it well. It’s the Mark of the Beast. I’m not getting it.”  What the hell happened that made him think this?  This is terrifying.

Starting over isn't all ways easy; You have to put aside what's happened up to this point. You have to take the time to gather your thoughts, and put together new ones.  What the hell did I just write?  I'm not really changing much about myself, or my personal life for that matter.  Let me really start this off by telling you guys a story.

Back when my brother and I were younger, we always collected all sorts of trading cards:  Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and Neopet cards were what we were drawn to at the time.  We loved these cards, and kept them in a safe place.  However, Kyle, my brother was pretty greedy; he'd always start pestering me about the cards that I got: "Wanna trade?" "I want it!"  "I called it, so it's mine!"  He'd practically harrass me about it until I caved.  He wanted all the foil cards I had, and he would do anything to get his hands on them; even if it meant hurting my feelings.  See, back when the Poke-craze was still happening, Kyle began to develope a nasty habit of stealing my cards.  This always happened, and I never really noticed.  That is: Untill a few of my favorite Neopet cards went missing.  I remember, plain as day, that I had some cool Neopet cards: a Mohog Pickpocket, a Yellow Tonu, and a Green Lupe just to name a few.  So, these cards, when I got them, seemed to be the envy of Kyle's eye;  He would glance at them whenever he was in the living room with me.   One night, I hid them under the computer to see if they'd go missing by morning.  Thankfully, they were left untouched.  The following night, I left them out in the open;  all three cards, and Petpet card were gone that morning.  Someone had stolen them.  Three days of searching and gaming later:

I was in Kyle's room, alone, playing Twilight Princess on the Gamecube.  I had been playing for a few hours.  When I finally looked away from the screen, I saw the corner edge of a Neopet card poking out from between the wall, and the bottom border, next to the door.  Then, it registered in my head that there was a chibi, yellow rhino looking back at me:  My missing, Yellow Tonu card.  As I stared at it, I grew angry; I wanted to tell my parents.  However, I confronted Kyle first.  He denied it, but I saw his face pale at the truth.  To this day, he still denies the fact that he stole a majority of my cards.  Back then, he threatened me with tearing the cards up if I told mom and dad.

The point of that story is to say that I'm restarting my Pokemon TCG collection as of today.  I bought two large packs (Not collector's tin sets) for ORAS.  Ironically, Gen three was the generation that I started collecting.  And, now that I play the TCG online, I can have my cards should they ever get stolen.  Anyways, that's enough from my muzzle.  See you guys later!

(TL;DR:  After years of being angry, I've finally decided to restart collecting Pokemon cards. Yaaaay!)

So, for the past two years, my brother’s been searching for someone to purchase our old Gamecube.  We’ve had this old console since 2005, and it’s the greatest console we’ve ever had.  We played Melee on it when we were small, and we have three Zelda titles for it.  Today, my brother brought it to my attention that someone, most likely a local pawn shop, wants it for $200.00 for the system and all the games we have.  The moment he told me this, my heart sank down into the pit of my stomach.  That Gamecube was my favorite console.  It’s got really high sentimental value to me personally.  It saved me from depression, and he’s fucking selling it to someone who probably doesn’t give a single, flying fuck about it.  He’s literally selling a large part of who I am to some random John Doe out in god knows where.  I can’t even think about it without choking back tears.  That Gamecube was always the best thing in my life.  And now, my brother’s gonna ship it to some pawn shop.  My heart’s just a big pile of dust now….  And the bastard didn’t even consult me about it. I don’t have a say in it.  I have a say in nothing that has anything to do with Kyle’s selfish escapades!  Nobody fucking listens to me on these matters.  I want to keep that Gamecube.  That system is part of my life, and I’ll be damned if he fucking pawns it off!  I don’t give a single fuck if it’s ‘his’ Gamecube.  We shared it when we were small, and that doesn’t change a goddamn thing! It’s my console as much as it is his!  I should have a say in what happens to it!  I feel as though I’m losing a big part of myself;  a part of me that’s so big that I’d be empty without it.  If he does sell it, he’ll regret it later, and so will I.  Hell, I’m regretting it now.   Great.  I hear packaging tape.  Well, I guess I’ll just shut up and cry a little while now. See ya.