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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by dayday [/i] [B]I'd want it. I could get out of gym. [/B][/QUOTE] No, dayday. You DON'T want asthma. It sucks. I had a horrid case of it back when I was younger. It's not beneficial at all, and most schools don't excuse you from gym just for it. You might get excused from running the mile. That's it. You still are required to take gym. Wanting a bronchial condition just to avoid something is a horrid thing to do. I suppose, then, you'd want M.S. or Parkinson's so you wouldn't have to do anything hard? --- I have hazy memories of an inhaler machine at the pediatrician. Luckily, I grew out of my asthma. I remember a time down the shore last year. I was able to run 7 blocks without getting winded. It was way cool.

I highly recommend Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. It was what Apocalypse Now was adapted from (although A.N. really changed the flow and scope of the narrative). It tells the story of a renegade ivory trader, Kurtz, who has gone insane in the deep Congo of Africa. We tag along with Marlow, an officer of the Company, who is sent to put an end to Kurtz's savage behavior. It's a fantastic book, both from a narrative standpoint and from a human behavioral study. As Marlow goes deeper into the jungle, he begins to understand Kurtz and in a sense, becomes him at the end. The interplay between civilized thought and animal instinct really gets the reader thinking. Are we really as humane and trustworthy as we proclaim ourselves to be? Do we really act on the side of reason and sensibility? Are we above our naturalistic urges? This is all examined in Heart Of Darkness. When you read it, pay attention to the savage at the wheel of the boat. He's the only way Marlowe can keep his civilized mind. Interesting stuff...a savage keeping a man from losing himself. Hell, I should post my research paper. It compared Dante's Inferno, Apocalypse Now, and Heart Of Darkness. Quite fun stuff. John Milius was lying through his teeth when he claimed The Odyssey as basis for Apocalypse Now. He used Dante's Inferno.

If any cinematic adaptation is created, seems to me that a traditional animation would be the way to go. Classic Disney...something in the style of Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. I feel that epic and grand aura of those Disney animations from the 40s and 50s would fit Zelda beautifully. Malificient and the illustrations in the Zelda manuals look very similar. A Zelda movie shouldn't use CG because we might get some horrid result like the E3 demo. Link looked like Barbie, and Ganondorf looked like Alfred E Neuman. I wouldn't mind some animation like The Lion King, because that used a minimal CG insert for backgrounds and such and looked damn spectacular. Basically, traditional, hand-drawn, cel Disney animation for a Zelda film.

Aside from the customary mom and dad, I'd say the most influential people in my life have been: Stanley Kubrick - Because he doesn't give a damn if the public finds his work weird. If he had truly cared about the mass opinion, then he would've never created 2001 or Clockwork Orange (granted the original material was weird to begin with, but he didn't have to adapt the stories). Kubrick's films just give conventional filmography the finger. Groucho Marx - His comedy and timing is quite exceptional, and his sarcasm and satirical edge in Duck Soup, Animal Crackers, and Horse Feathers are only matched by one today: Denis Leary. Leary is social commentary and satirical humor at its best. He's not afraid to speak his mind...and that's very commendable. It's amazing watching him do his act, just to see how his mind works. Nothing is off limits for him, nothing is taboo. He talks about what pisses him off and does a damn good job of it.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]You're trying to tell me you're not at all trying to convince me or change my lifestyle here. [/B][/QUOTE] You're trying to tell me that you don't know that stress is dangerous? Ask any psychologist. Stress is dangerous when handled improperly. I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. I'm stating an obvious fact.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]Which is funny, because right now you're trying to convince and change us all into your style of thinking. [/B][/QUOTE] No. Changing people is not what I do, nor is it ever my intention. And, are you saying people shouldn't relax? Are you saying that people should keep getting upset over anything that comes their way? The points I presented strive for a logical society. The more that people are wrapped too tightly, the more probability that they will lash out. Would you rather give a handgun to one who is mentally ill, or give that handgun to one who is trained and thinking clearly? Stress is dangerous, and stressing ourselves over simple things is dangerous. It's elementary: To survive as a society, we must become understanding of our stressors and deal with them in a logical manner. If we don't, then we're going to have more Columbines (old news, I know, but poignant even still). If we want the human race to last for another 500 years, we're going to need to understand ourselves. That's simply logical. But I don't even believe that we can. Considering the troubles in the world today, and considering what weapons there are, and considering what world leaders are in power, the human race isn't going to last much longer. Quoting a T-800, "it's in your nature to destroy yourselves." Dayday, since you don't give a damn either about what the feeling is between us, why did you bother to bring up me in your post? I surf the lounge pretty often you know. And, your reply about not giving a damn either was one sentence. That's a great explanation...at least I had provided why I felt the way I do about things. If it's too long for you, tough ****. Deal with it. That was my entire point. Deal with it.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Taylor Hewitt [/i] [B]Umm... PoisonTongue. We don't care if nobody changed you. This was for people who were changed. [/B][/QUOTE] The topic concerned who has changed me. And my answer is nobody has changed me. What's your point?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by dayday [/i] [B]Another person who I in no why have any positive likings toward, PoisonTongue. He always back talks me. So, I like to do the same thing back. Now, I know that I'm actually better at debating than I thought. Usually when I do a debate I end up blanking out in the middle of my sentences. But that's probably because it was things I didn't know much about and didn't do any research. But if I have a strong belief I can talk my head off in the subject. Now I can finally pass something in english. Yes!! [/B][/QUOTE] Awww...Dayday doesn't like me. Like I give a damn. You use the term "backtalk"? Do you think you're some kind of hot ****? lol. Regardless, quoting a Mos Eisley Cantina inhabitant from A New Hope, "I don't like you either." Getting to the topic, nobody really changes me. Sure, my ego has subsided post-high school, but that was just me taking stock in myself and thinking, "wtf?" I was stressed as hell in high school because I cared about the wrong things. One of my friends had sent a mass email a few years ago, in the first month of senior year. In his email, he said precisely what the problem was: we're too damn concerned with the 4 years of drudgery that are high school. Thoughout high school, the instructors and admins beat into you the idea that, "grades grades grades." It's ********. Grades are a MINIMAL part of collegiate application. Grades are only part of it. In order to be successful at college--to be successful in life, you need to be more than a booksmart freak. Take the recent Blair Hornstine, for example. She's psychotic. She gets straight A's, granted, but is she really going to be able to survive in any environment other than high school? No. Because if she sued her high school admin just so she could be sole valedictorian, imagine what kind of reactions she'll have when she doesn't get the job she wanted, or even doesn't get the grade she wanted on an exam. There were girls in my high school who were eerily similar to Hornstine, and let me tell you, they were psychotic. Dedicated to grades, delusional, obsessive, argued with teachers. They enjoyed high school less than I did. But you know, the problem with high schoolers today, is that they don't know the point of high school. Or if they do know it, they don't bother to accept it and go with the damn flow. High school is meant to be the 4 years between middle school and college. That's it. You know how I know this point? Because I saw how miserable people were. Hell, I was miserable in high school. There was one...ONE student in my entire high school career who understood and accepted high school. His name was Jon. His message in the Senior edition of the school paper read something like this: ?None of you truly know what this was. You have been concerned with trivialities and the wrong things. You all are fake.? He knew exactly what high school is: nothing to get wrapped up in. Nothing to get so involved with. Nothing to get worked up over. Jon wasn?t an anti-social reject, either. He wasn?t depressed, he wasn?t angry. During the spring, he would take his guitar out into Senior Court and just play for a few periods. He just sat there in the shade and relaxed. High school is easier when you realize it means jack ****. It?s easier when you see how meaningless and fruitless it was. No matter what someone tries to tell you, we?re mindslaves in high school. We don?t have an individual aura, because we?re not individuals. I found that when I entered college that entire brainwashing wore off. I started to see how horrid high school was and fully appreciated what it truly was: a 4-year filler. During my frosh and sophomore years at Rutgers, I still held onto the high school vibe. I still wanted to ?fit in.? I still got frantic during exam time. I was actually trying to find religion, too. But you know, none of that was me. Social experience was always eccentric for me. I had a close group of about 4 friends and no matter how much I had tried, I still stayed at the 4 friends. And this social eccentricity really got me down because I thought I had done something wrong. I mean, why else would I not be able to hang out with anybody and feel comfortable with anybody? During exams, I stressed myself out so damn much, as other students did. This self-stressing originated back in high school and also took over my first two years at Rutgers. The religion thing was a transitional phase. I thought that by finding religion, I could make all my problems go away. It seemed like religion would be the cure-all. It isn?t. Even after placing my life in the hands of a higher power, my problems were still there. They didn?t get magically corrected. That stressed me out even further, because here I?m praying to God, but is my life working out the way it should? No. I?d say it was around October 2002 when I realized: this isn?t healthy. Letting things stress me out this much will never help anything; it will only send me to a faster death. It was then that I decided to let things fall where they may. I adopted a variation of the clichéd ?apathetic college student.? I guess it could be called ?Xtreme Neutrality.? My philosophy was ?**** it.? If it didn?t work out despite my best efforts to correct it, **** it. I can?t change it, why fight it. This isn?t a defeatist nature. I still fight for what I believe in, but if I see that no matter what I do, it?s still going to turn out a certain way, why get myself worked up over it? My ?Xtreme Neutrality? actually works wonders. I no longer see an issue from one side or the other, so I?m not blinded by whatever psychotic obsessive blanket view the sides may hold. War. I?ve accepted the necessity. I?m not pro-war and would much rather see a peaceful society, but I?ve accepted what the world is and what history is: Violence. We have never been able to avoid conflict in the roughly 4000 years that humanoids have existed. Some of my good friends are liberals. One in particular believes and vehemently stands by the idea that the world can be peaceful and live in unison. It can?t. Nations are always going to destroy other nations, tribes destroy other tribes. Our nature is a war society. That?s why we have militaries. That?s why we have always had militaries. So we can blow the **** out of the other guy. Mutual Assured Destruction was the best thing for war that we could possibly hope for. It guaranteed that if either side fired first, the world would end, because the nuclear war that would ensue would destroy the world as we knew it and nobody wanted that. Considering all this, does it make sense to protest a war that?s already happening for 8 months now? It?s here. Deal with it. Don?t ***** and moan. It only makes you look bad. The gay marriage item recently caught my attention. I?m fine with gay marriage, because I have no right to decide what someone can or cannot do. And the groups that protest against gay marriage, claiming it?s a violation of Christianity, **** them. I don?t think they?d enjoy a restraint on their religious practices. I don?t think they?d enjoy a banning of things they want. These groups are a prime example of lunatics. I think we should start outlawing Communion. See what they think about restricting their activities. But getting back to my point, Nobody changes anybody. Nobody should change anybody. The minute somebody convinces another that a particular side is the correct opinion, then democracy is doomed. We can no longer be this?cattle culture. People need to start thinking for themselves and not believe everything that their parents, or teachers, or leaders, or even bosses tell them. We all need to be individuals and most importantly, RELAX. We?re trigger happy and very hyper. That?s a dangerous combination. Think about it please. I?m out for now. Later.

Pete knew he shouldn?t have had that Gutbuster Bomba Burrito? for breakfast. His intestines felt like they were going to burst. Rectal pressure made Pete wince in agony. The build-up of gas was getting unbearable, and his bowels were begging for release. But Pete?s research paper came first; his colon would have to wait its turn. The paper was due in less than an hour, and Pete still had two pages to write. His colon sensed his urge to ignore it, and sent a shudder of intestinal distress through him. Take that! his colon exclaimed. Pete tried to ignore that last attack on his person from his rectum and continued with the conclusion of his paper. Colons are known for short tempers and unforgiving vengeance, and Pete?s colon was no exception. It decided to bring out the heavy artillery and loosened itself, throwing Pete into a panic. Oh, no! Pete thought and rushed to the potty. Along the way he passed his little sister, Becky. She wondered why her older brother was waddling so strangely, but quickly became disinterested in her brother and resumed playing with Proctologist Barbie and Patient Ken. ?Doctor, it?s burning again.? Ken would explain. Barbie would then ask, ?Did you do it AGAIN?? Ken just looked sheepishly at the floor. ?You?ve got to keep your finger out of there if you want the burning to stop? she lightly chastised, ?here, let me have a look.? Pete shut the bathroom door quickly and hurried to the toilet, pulling his pants and green boxers down as he went. He barely made it before a stream of liquidy brownness came pouring from his bottom. He sat for what seemed like an eternity, while great sounds bellowed from beneath and echoed against the porcelain. All of this defecating was draining, and Pete slumped back against the tank. Interesting thing about wormholes, you never know where they might be. Apparently, there was one in Pete?s toilet. He found himself in a tropical paradise. It was filled with bright and shiny colors and strobe lights and disco balls flashed. There was loud music blaring, and an orangutan was rolling around on a pair of roller-skates. Pete wondered what had just happened. Where had his bathroom gone? He glanced into a floating mirror and was perplexed yet pleasantly surprised at what he saw. He was a neon blue banana, and wore a polka dotted jacket. He gasped and could only utter ?why?? Just then, as if in response to his question, a three-foot long, fuzzy, purple, feather boa jumped out of a previously invisible cherry tree. ?You?re in Neverland Ranch.? ?Neverland Ranch?? Pete asked, ?Michael Jackson?s Neverland Ranch?? The boa named Steve replied, ?Oh, no! We do not associate ourselves with freaks. No, our emperor is Leonardo Garcia De Sade. He?s ruled over our island for about a month now.? An orange dwarf hopping around on a pogo stick caught Pete?s eye. ?Has your island always been this?interesting?? he asked. ?No, only about a month.? Steve The Feather Boa answered. Pete needed to know what Neverland Ranch was like last month and inquired as such, ?What was this place like last month?? ?Quite drab! Quite drab indeed! We were all Pacmen and all one shade of gray. Very difficult to tell each other apart!? ?And Emperor De Sade changed all that?? ?Very much so, he did! Definitely!? Steve replied. ?May I meet Emperor De Sade?? Pete requested. Steve The Feather Boa saw no problem with it, and agreed to journey with Pete to De Sade?s castle. The roller-skating orangutan jumped a triple axel and landed gracefully on his back. The orangutan, who was named Theodore, stared up at the green clouds as they propelled themselves with their outboard engines. He wondered what it was like up there, but then returned to his book on astrophysics. Theodore quickly fell asleep. He thought there were cartoons in it.

Interesting question. The FPS - I want the weapons from GoldenEye, because there's nothing better than running in the Facility with an AR33. The Perfect Dark Datadyne shotgun is included. The game engine should be derived from GE or TS2. I'd want a graphics style similar to Perfect Dark. The single player campaign should rival GE or surpass it. The multiplayer is based off of TS2, but has a feel of GE's multiplayer ease. My perfect FPS controller would be a variation of the N64 controller, because no matter what gamers say, the N64 controller is the greatest FPS gaming tool. Pulling the Z trigger draws me into the game since I'm essentially holding the gun. The dual joystick system does not work as well as the C buttons did, either. I find myself constantly strafing and my aim flies up or is driven into the ground. Using 4 independent buttons to strafe and aim worked wonders. For the gameplay, I want a solo game. I can never get into an FPS with squad-based action. That's the purpose of a single view screen: to deal with one POV versus the opposition. When I have to worry about if that CPU bot is going to run into that line of fire, I get annoyed. The story should be something simple and exciting...you play as a mercenary who is hired to assassinate a rebel leader. Not many games have the gamer playing as the villain. It's an angle that should be played up more. Something along the lines of Spy Vs. Spy. That's about it.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]There are many problems not just in America but in the world right now... poverty, war, hippies, etc. But I think it's time we turn our attention away from these things and towards one of America's biggest issues right now - racist hurricane names. Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee of Texas is one of the few brave enough to address this problem, stating that hurricanes should reflect the names of African Americans and other ethnic groups, and that the current names are too "lily white". Suggested names were Keisha, Jamal and Deshawn. For a full article, click [url=http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=33896]here[/url]. What are your thoughts on this subject? What is the solution to this troublesome issue? Will Vanilla Coke ever come back? I personally think President Bush should stop focusing on war in and rebuilding Iraq, and focus on the real issue here: racist weathermen. [/B][/QUOTE] Your sarcasm is delicious. Nice burn on Sheila Jackson Lee.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Spikey [/i] [B][SIZE=1]Sorry my friend PoisenToungue. Am I supposed to take that as a compliment, you being bored as hell reading my story?[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] YES! Because I was bored as hell reading it, your story worked. Your day was totally in the ordinary and monotone. I say these as compliments. Seriously. If you had presented the story as anything other than "a day in the life," it wouldn't have had the same effect. For example, you're bored of your summer routine, right? The work screams it. The work conveys boredom and the language used is perfect for conveying boredom. You make the reader feel exactly what you're feeling. It's excellent. I compare your work to a documentary. If you carried a camera around with you one day and just let it roll. I've done that before at my old high school, and that footage is some of the greatest footage I've filmed, because it's totally realistic and at the essence of what high school life is. I enjoyed your work very much. Don't take the boredom as a negative crit. It's a positive one.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lalaith Ril [/i] [B]ON TOPIC: As I've said many times to many other people, I'm not one for free verse poetry most of the time so thats an automatic -10...:p.........Nah but its good. I mean you're only 13 don't get down because you arn't writing perfect poetry....You have plenty room to grow as a writer as does everyone else here including myself. (Been so long since I've been here) OFF TOPIC: He has a right to put his feelings into his posts. If you don't wanna deal with them then don't talk to him, don't bother him, just ignore him for all I care. Don't make a big deal about it. If the moderators see a problem with it then THEY'LL address the issue. If it indeed is an issue. Frankly I think its retarded that you are bashing this kid because he trusts a place enough to reveal his feelings. [/B][/QUOTE] You see, the problem I have with his writing, (apart from it being horribly melodramatic) is that it is inferior and he refuses to take into account a more experienced writer's POV. He only accepts the positive critiques and gets offended when a negative critique is posted. 2nd point. I have no problem with one thread revealing his feelings or asking for advice. When one post turns into 3 and 2 separate poetry threads devoted to the same damn issue, that annoys people. Also, when he again disregards advice that tells him the opposite of what he wants to hear, that also annoys people. And you know, sure, I can just decide to not post, but I also can decide to post. He complains about how we post in his threads with negative crit and advice he doesn't want to hear, but yet he keeps posting. He has the power to remedy this situation. He needs to make a conscious effort to change his behavior. Until that time, if he continues to post with inane and senseless comments, I will continue to exercise my right to reply, just as you exercised your right to reply here.

The story is very...monotone and the style is boring. The word usage is very simple, the syntax basic. The flow is quite boring and slow, too. But you know, given the subject matter, everything works PERFECTLY. This was an excellent piece. There's a thing called "Verisimilitude." It means "slice of life." I compare it to a neo-realist approach. Everything is presented exactly how it is, without embellishment. Even though it may have not been your intention with the style--it might have just been awkwardness with phrasing stemming from inexperience--the matter-of-factly approach is excellent. The feeling of extreme boredom and a near apathy is conveyed very well. You were bored as hell that day. I was bored as hell reading about your day. Nice work. I look forward to reading your future creative endeavors. PoisonTongue

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Taylor Hewitt [/i] [B]Whatever I don't respect any of you or your opinions so peach off ok. [/B][/QUOTE] Oh, man...we're scared. Like Logan said, you post, we reply. Simple as that. If you don't want to hear us, then don't post. You have the power to remedy this situation. Also, do you enjoy having your head up your ***? Why do you do it? Is it for the warmth? Is it comfortable? "peach off"? That's the best you could think up? Oh dear god...you really aren't a writer...nor cut out to be one as evidenced by your behavior. Because, you know, if you don't radically improve your writing, you're going to hear the same, if not harsher, crit later.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Taylor Hewitt [/i] [B]All three of you hate me. Just say it. I know you do. All of you are a bunch of... I can't say it but you know it yourself. Those aren't opinions or even constructive critism. That's flaming. [/B][/QUOTE] Gee...*******? Like Denis Leary's song... And it's not flaming, either. We know more about writing and have done it a hell of a lot longer than you. My critique was brief because I had to sign off quickly. Though...you're right. I do very much dislike you. You act like a whiny and melodramatic little girl.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Taylor Hewitt [/i] [B]Ok. By the way please change your avatar i think it makes me think ur bad that guy from clockwork orange is freaky ur a little young to see that movie (dont say im younger i know i am but i am screwed up ^^) [/B][/QUOTE] Taylor, shut up. I do wish you'd shut your mouth. Your posts are off-topic in your own damn thread. NEVER criticize others for a small blurb of off-topic in an otherwise on-topic post. You are quickly becoming the most hated poster on here. I really don't see what CLOCKWORK ORANGE has to do with this thread. I don't think anyone cares what you think, either. If Xeemo loves the movie and uses it as his avatar, and is pleased with the avatar, you have no grounds to request that he change it. You need to shut your mouth. Stop the drivel. And TO BE ON-TOPIC, your poems need lots of work. Work on the grammar. Work on your syntax. Your line construction is atrocious. The poem doesn't even have a semblance of flow. I swear you just chopped up a paragraph into randomly lengthed lines. And the subject matter is unbelievably trite. Writing poems like this does not make a writer better. Writing poems like this just roots the writer in bad habit and bad form. I'd highly recommend you crack open some Shel Silverstein. That's entertaining poetry and rhyme. Your stuff is just blah.

Incoherent, forced, blase, uninspired, unoriginal. Hackneyed rhymes. There's a thing called METER. Try using it. Try again. Or hopefully you won't try again.

Mr. H. was Milton?s devil. He was cold-hearted cunning. His heart was black and his mind equally dark. He was always in control. Anticipating. Planning. Calculating. He was the manipulator. He was the puppet master. He ran the show. Nobody moved without his word, nothing happened without his approval. There was no free will when Mr. H. was playing. He knew everything. He saw everything. He had eyes everywhere. The drunken bum lying in the dank and filth of a dark alley. The bartender in the pub. The doorman. He had all of them. Nothing happened that he wasn?t aware of, and Apocalypse was a fool to think he could stealth his way through Mr. H.?s domain. As one examined the character of Apocalypse, and his nature, Apocalypse became less of an intelligent being and more mindless ape. For one that thought himself aware of his environment, he had completely overlooked the blind man sitting in the stairwell. The blind man had no name. He did not speak. He simply sat on that bench on the landing. His black glasses reflected light from the dingy single bulb that hung from the ceiling by a mangy electrical wire. He had a queer expression plastered on his face. His lips were twisted into a fruitish grin. The residents believed him to be retarded and as he never spoke, also believed him to be mute. When he first began sitting on that bench a month earlier, they took notice of him. Now they passed him without a second glance, without a second thought. But they paid him no mind out of habituation. They ignored him because they saw him every time they climbed those stairs. The sadistic mercenary had no excuse for not seeing him there. Apocalypse was just as blind as the mole sitting on that bench. Mr. H. was aware of Apocalypse?s presence, of course, but did not let that distract him from the business at hand. The transaction completed. Efficiently. Swiftly. He had the payment and Leila had the merchandise. But then he broke a cardinal rule. He went for more. He let his animal instincts take control and grabbed her by the hair. It was something unbecoming of his required stone nature. Leila forced her sidearm into his gut, sending a wave of raw sexuality through his body. He felt alive. She spoke strongly and refused him. Normally insolence such as that met death, but he stayed his hand from killing. Leila was fascinating. He let her leave. The next morning, an unmarked car pulled up out front. The passenger got out and entered the apartment building. His walk screamed police. He began climbing the stairs but stopped when he reached the landing. The blind man was looking at him. He stood still. The blind man tapped his cane on the floor, nodded slowly and pointed down the stairs. The cop descended the stairs and left. He got back in the unmarked car and the driver demanded he explain what happened. ?Nevermind,? he replied, ?just drive.? Mr. H. watched from his window and smiled.

Er, yeah. I was taking out my memory cards from my Cube, and the 2nd slot isn't closing, even after I've taken the card out. Seems like the spring isn't operating. Any suggestions?

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Kahlan [/i] [B]I'd prefer OOT's storyline over TWW, OOT's graphics, and its world. TWW's The Great Sea was too big for a ocean invested world. I just wonder if they made TWW set in Hyrule, it would be a much greater game, and it probably would outbeat OOT. [/B][/QUOTE] [spoiler]I think it's established in WW that it is Submerged Hyrule. When you look at the map, it's very similar to the layout of OOT. Though WW's names escape me, the aerial messengers' lair is in the exact place as the Goron Death Mountain home and is very much a similar shape. The Korok village/sanctuary bears strikingly similar resemblance to Kokiri village of OOT. The names here should be big flags that we're in Hyrule, too. Korok...Kokiri...forest spirits...Great Deku Tree... Actually, I'm pretty sure the game has a heavy emphasis on the Flooded Hyrule history. The underwater castle can't be mistaken for anything other than OOT's Hyrule castle. And, the stained glass windows in the Master Sword's resting place are images of OOT's sages. Safe to say we're in Hyrule when we're playing WW.[/spoiler] For more info and discussion, there's a few threads on the IGN boards in the Zelda section.

Taylor, do us a favor. Do shut your mouth. I don?t mean to sound harsh?oh wait, I do. ?Nobody here knows what I feel like. Nobody here knows me. Nobody. So you can't possibly judge me or make conclusions. You have no idea what it is like to be me. Without a place. Without a friend. Without someone who loves you. I'm not going to rant and cry about all the things in my life that suck and all the things that make my life a living hell.? ?Wrong. ... Wrong. Nobody loves me. You don't know me. How would you feel if you waited a week without seeing your absolute love and she comes back and tells you she doesn't love you. That she never did...? ?Like I said I knew people would say things that are meaningless.? Spare us the melodrama. Spare us the ******** and moaning. Spare us the over-dramatization. You?re acting like a little girl. Stop it. Stop your whining. Everyone is sick of it. You know, I?m no mod or anything and mods do forgive me if I overstep any bounds, but Taylor, your post quality is atrocious. There?s a scene near the end of Billy Madison. Billy gives a lunatic reply about how a little puppy that lost his way is a reference to the Industrial Revolution. You know what the moderator said to Billy after that answer? ?That is quite possibly the dumbest and most outrageously stupid answer I?ve ever heard. All of us in this auditorium are now dumber for having heard it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.? Read that closely, Taylor. Every time someone reads one of your ?woe is me? posts, they get dumber. I tell you, even being down in Virginia Beach, at the Williamsburg Busch Gardens, having to deal with inbred staff members and families that have ONE brain between them, didn?t give me the kind of intellectual drain of your babbly and mind-numbingly trite posts. ?What are you saying most people have it over more than one girl at the same time? And don't talk like she is just one girl. You don't know her.? Oh please. Don?t make me sick. You?re getting this worked up over DAYDAY? Dayday is nothing to get upset over. She?s just as immature as you are. She means nothing (oh and I?m sure I mean that with the UTMOST respect?) and if you?re getting this worked up over her, then you are seriously doomed. You have no definition of what life is, do you? You should REALLY listen to what Crimson Spider is saying. CS has it down. We all hit speedbumps in life, but we deal with it. If I threw a little hissy fit every time a little thing went wrong, none of my problems would get solved. Did you see Apollo 13? Their problem was a hell of a lot more serious than ?oh, my first love doesn?t love me anymore, oh woe is me.? And you know, they didn?t throw hissy fits, did they? No matter how much they wanted to cry, complain, ***** and moan, they still would?ve been right back where they started. Also, ?Like I said I knew people would say things that are meaningless.? If you knew this?why did you even post? It?s obvious you?re too damn rooted in your little ?I?m the most important damn thing here and other posters? opinions don?t matter? hissy fit. You know, you win the prize. I had been saving this for quite sometime. I had been saving this award for the dumbest, most reckless, most contemptible and most irresponsible display of human emotion that I experience. So far, there has been a close running between some of my old high school friends. But, consider yourself honored, because you just blew them right out of the water. Here. Here it is. *gives Taylor Hewitt ?The Darwin Award XG-11?* I?m done with you.

I've heard of a VERY expensive way to play multiplayer GBP without connecting GBAs, but unless one has about $1,000 to spend, it's not worth it. Something involving 4 TVs, 4 Cubes (with 4 sets of linking equipment), 4 GBPs, copies of the games, etc. But who in their right mind would want to do that? lol. The only game that I'd get another TV, Cube and such for is Mario Kart: Double Dash, and even then I'd be apprehensive about it. If enhanced multiplayer capabilities (split screen with 1 GBP) would've required longer development time, I gladly would've waited. Here's a question: I haven't played my Super Mario Advance games in a while. Is there still a 2 player mode for the single player campaign? I suppose I'm mainly talking about SMB 3. I'd much enjoy seeing Player 1 and 2 on the big screen, rather than 1 on the big screen and 2 on the tiny GBA/SP screen.

I quote Alanis Morissette. "You live you learn You love you learn You cry you learn You lose you learn You bleed you learn You scream you learn You grieve you learn You choke you learn You laugh you learn You choose you learn You pray you learn You ask you learn You live you learn" As painful as it may feel now, you do indeed learn from it and learn to deal with future rejection. Our entire lives are spent learning, so we can never place too much emphasis on one thing. Taylor, you're...what, 14? You've got some 70 years left. This little speedbump isn't gonna mean jack **** in a few years. Don't worry about it. Just acknowledge what happened, what you can do to prevent it from happening in the future, and if it can't be avoided, understanding how to...understand it and deal with it without getting upset. A form of apathy is quite effective or a more carefree, "let things fall where they may" kind of attitude.

Okay, Fiasco, thanks for bringing up the Swampthing toys. You just made me feel OLD AS HELL. lol. But anyway, The thing that really annoys me is that I had so many toys that would be collector's items today. I had an Imperial Shuttle, Stormtroopers galore, Darth Vader, Chewbacca...almost the entire main character and vehicle collection. I had entire toychests filled with Transformers, GI Joe, Ninja Turtles, ThunderCats, Heman...the list probably goes on for a while. Regardless of how much money I lost today by not keeping those toys in their boxes and such, it's still a very interesting and promising convention of childhood. Back then, we didn't care if that Optimus Prime would be worth 90 dollars in 15 years; we saw it in the package, we wanted to play with it, so we ripped the cardboard off of the plastic container, removed any twisty ties that may have secured it, and immediately pitted Optimus Prime against Shredder, to see just who would make it out alive. Of course, neither of them would ever die, because our imaginations wouldn't allow it. Shredder had to survive to face Liono, and Optimus Prime still had to fight Han Solo. Man, I remember that. Ah, good memory. When I think about it, children are innocent--at least when we were growing up. In the 80s, we simply weren't exposed to much, at least not to as much as the youth of the 90s. A thread popped up the other day that asked are people born good or evil. Some people feel that we are destined to be aligned with one side or the other. To quote Dr. Mull, one of my most excellent college professors, "That's ******* ********." We're shaped by society. That's the bottom line. As children, what were we shaped by in the 80s? Toys, most excellent cartoons, fun and harmless movies, and Teddy Ruxpin. 90s kids had it rough. What did they have? Pokemon, Power Rangers, Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears. They were doomed right out of the womb. We 80s children had it great. We grew up in THE best decade for toys and cartoons, and had a damn good decade for movies, too. The only negative I can see regarding the toys I grew up with, is that gender distinction. BUT, that gender distinction has been with us since time began. It only takes different forms every few eras. I'm not worried about gender distinctions until it turns into violence or spurns destructive behavior. Anyway, I'm done for now. Later.