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The official Final Fantasy XII strategy guide is a monster. BradyGAMES wishes to take my game further, and 350 pages of color, which altogether is worth one penny less than twenty dollars, does just that. I usually use GameFAQs because it's free and because of my amazement that someone took the time to write so many ASCII characters. But color and graphics go a long way, and when I got my Collector's Edition for Final Fantasy XII (because GameStop ran out of normal ones) on the opening day, I wanted to do things "right." So I came out of the store one book heavier.I didn't expect too much from this strategy guide, in part because it was an "official" guide, which I find dry in wording at times, and that I was partial to Versus Books. So finding that I ha
The sandstorm furls your inner thigh,
beneath the flesh-giving navel,
the tart of the orange
on nude-smooth grains, squeezing
its juice on your Ivory
Coast. But the shoreline
is ebony, soaked in stains,
leaking the starch of hairy
sweat. So does the virgin
drench the aftertaste dry
with the gore of the swamp,
drinking disgust
for the wonder of life.
Or has he already cracked?
So, after numerous infringements and heated flip-floppery, Jack Thompson is being slammed with a 40-page complaint by the Florida Bar. Having disobeyed judge's orders in Florida and Alabama (and who knows where else), he has probably violated more lawful rulings than a pimp in Vice City. I suppose some part of me is just tired of him and the other part of me is thrilled by seeing him struggle (my inner dominatrix on Zoloft).
I wonder how long it will be until we stop hearing his name. I'm already getting hives.
I spoke to the stream, the silver sheen, and it screamed back in waves. I knocked on the tree, ancient and dry, and it shouted suicide. I watched the riverbank of emerald grass swirl up my ankles, as the tree smashed the water into sunburst.I closed my eyes. I closed my body. I waited for the water to coat my skin with metal.But when I saw my clothes, myself now wet, I could not feel. The water ran down my eyes in shades. I was not the radiance nor the warmth I longed for.I was naked frost.I had slivered back into the earth. I had coiled into dust.I had become the it that speaks, that speaks, wandering off the baby's breath.
As my friend and I walked out of our dorm rooms ready to head off to the movie theatre, I peered into my wallet. One five and five ones. Certainly not enough for a ticket, a quick bite, and a cab ride.I frequently go to the ATM at my university's snack shop when I'm running short, and since it was on the way to Broadway (the hive of yellow and black taxicabs), it seemed perfect. From the back of the line, I shuffled my feet until I reached the stall and dipped my Citibank debit card into the slot. Then I pressed in my PIN.And it hit me. A four-digit long password. #-#-#-#.My checking account and savings account, the place where I store my hard-earned cash, is protected my four characters. Worse yet, each of those four characters have just ten possibi
- Sony is deliberately shorting the supply of PS3s to create buzz.
Are you insane? Why?! There are so many better ways to create buzz - like a controversial ad. If Sony is truly guilty of this, it's an extremely poor decision and something that Sony (despite its recent slump) probably isn't doing and something I would be very surprised to see as truth. The number of people this would offend, the profit risks... I mean, who wants to start last in the console war? Why would Sony, with how much it has already invested in production, marketing and above all - time - even think about shorting the PS3 supply? No. Just no.
- Women who game either don't read gaming magazines or advertisers aren't catching on.
This issue reeks with the scent of system wars. One side believes that console gaming will be the wave of the future and that PC gaming will never catch up. They declare that not many people in the future will want to fiddle with PCs. The other side believes that PC gaming has proved its worth and that console gaming will fall by the wayside. They declare that consoles rely on the marginal increases in graphical improvements and that this will eventually become next to nothing. It seems like death is knocking on both doors and neither side will open their door until the other one opens theirs.
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