Charles

I was just at Gamespot, and I immediately noticed that there was further coverage on the Square/Nintendo situation. It turns out that the affiliation will produce a company called Game Designers Studios. [Quote][B]Game Designers Studios will have only one staff member: Akitoshi Kawazu, who has worked on games in the Final Fantasy and SaGa series. Murakawa noted that the actual development of games will be handled externally, through the parent company SquareSoft.[/B][/Quote] Anyway, one particular section caught my eye: [Quote]In addition, it was initially reported that Fund Q--a fund set up by Nintendo president Hiroshi Yamauchi to help encourage game development, focusing specifically on games that utilize the connectivity feature between the GameCube and Game Boy Advance--would also factor into the agreement. But Murakawa told GameSpot that Fund Q is only one of several approaches Square plans to take with the new company. He did, however, say that the company still may take the connectivity option into account. [B]"The objective of the new company is to develop GBA titles, so GameCube titles are not a part of the plan," he said. "[/B]But because the Game Boy Advance and GameCube allow for link connectivity, we may make use of such a feature in the future."[/Quote] I don't know exactly how to interpret this. Does this mean that the affiliation will result in ported classics to the GameBoy Advance rather than new games for the GameCube?

Well, I don't have a [I]crush[/I] on Tidus, seeing as how I'm a heterosexual male, but he's definitely awesome. He might not be the heroic badboy that a lot of people would expect, but he comes across as a real person to me. He's not exactly the toughest or most perfect guy in the world. I guess the player can identify with him. Also, he's not a stick in the mud like Squall or a wuss like Cloud....

The sky, wearing its necklace of infinite diamons beamed down upon the hellish dwelling behind a layer of mist and precipitation. [I] Tick...tock....tick....tock..[/I] Night's creepers retreated hesitantly unto the safety of their baron covens that resembled the dark hearts of the house guests. That night some slept while others inwardly wept. Could strategy insure survival...one wondered. "Playing off one's emotions would be nearly impossible", Biccardi had scribbled into his notebook frantically. "I would rather have been sent to Umbrella myself," he grumbled, "then spend a night with these vial wretches." He had always lived by a simple motto: "He who angers you, controls you." After little deliberation, Biccardi decided that angering these.....people..... would be his undoing. "Even the devil knows fear," he wrote, "and they shall only know true pain when tears sting their eyes." [I]Night's icey glare finally melted away, but the stark atmosphere remained....along with the thick fog. Elsewhere.....[/I] Mark peered through the morning vapor, at the ominous stone structure before him as wind rattled garbage cans and slapped the window curtains high above. There was a faint light somewhere in the room he was looking into. The wind pried at the red baseball cap on his head, and as though angered because it couldn't tear it loose, the wind blew a great cloud of dust and ashes and bits of paper into his face, eyes, and nose. It smacked against his ears as though it were giving him a final, exasperated blow as proof of it's displeasure in not being able to make him move on. Mark, braced his body against the wind's attack determined to finish thinking about what lie ahead of him in the building before he went up. Finally, he pushed the door open and stood there, nodding his head. The hall was dark, creating a melancholy mood. The low-wattage bulb in the ceiling shed just enough pale light so that he wouldn't actually fall over--well, a piano that someone had carelessly left at the foot of the stairs; so that you could see the outline of possibly a military tank if it were dragged in from a battlefield by some angry being. However, if he dropped his gun or some combat knife, he thought to himself, he'd have to get down on his hands and knees and scrabble around on the cracked tile floor before he could ever hope to find it. This situation couldn't afford such vulnerablility.... And he was wrong about being able to see a tank or piano because the hallway really wasn't wide enough to admit either one. The stairs went up steeply-dark high narrow steps. He stared at them both fascinated and intimidated. Going up stairs like those you ought to find a newer and more intricate- a much-involved and perfected kind of hell at the top-the very top. There was no sound except for the steam hissing in the radiator. The silence and the dimly lit hallway and the smell of stale air depressed him. It was like a dead weight landing on his chest. On the third-floor landing he stopped. A man was standing in the hall. His back was turned toward him. He hesitated. It was still early morning, but it was dark in the hall and he was alone. Everyone else had.....perished. Mark's barretta stirred nervously in his jacket. Slowly reaching for it with quivering fingers, he called aloud, "Quincy....is that you?" No answer. [I] Damn Stone, Mark thought. Freedom never came without a price...and a crime never goes unpaid. What made him think he was special? He had made the same mistake twelve year old Sarah made when she trusted him--he had trusted a stranger. [/I] The hot fetid air surrounding Mark, choked him. This hallway was just as dark as the one downstairs. He turned then and saw that the man had his arms wound tightly around a girl and he was pressed so closely to her and was bending so far over her that they had given the effect of one figure. Immediately a dog started a furious barking that came closer and closer as he ran toward the door of a nearby room . Then the weight of his body landed against the door of the room. The weight of his body landed against the door again and again until the door began to shiver from the impact of his weight. There was the horrid sound of his nose snuffing up air, trying to get his scent. And then his weight hurled against the door again. A sudden burst of white filled Mark's eyes, as a shiver of pain krept up and down his body. That man was now upon him. The constant darkness no longer frightened him. The yellow film covering his attacker's distant pupils had paralyzed Mark with fear. Slowly, he sank to the ground under the man's immense strength...the two figures melted into one under the darkness. The soft sound of flesh giving and tearing nurtured the bleak atmosphere of the building. [I]Another notch in Stone's supposed losing streak.[/I]

Hopefully it'll at least be better than the original live action DragonBall movie. Well, that one was pretty funny though... As long as they have the WWF's own Kurt Angle play Tien, it'll be cool. And Leonardo Di [I]Crap[/I]rio has to play Trunks.

For some reason, the Q reminds me of a printer [I]or[/I] a new robot in a Star Wars film. Anyway, I mostly see the black GameCube at stores as opposed to the purple one.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SuperSayian [/i] [B]Afraid not, my friend. For, you see, Gohan goes Mystic also during later fights with Buu, [b]and[/b] in the Hildegarn Movie (I think 13), which would have been a good year or so after the whole Buu incident, I believe. So nyah! :p [/B][/QUOTE] Oiy vey..... Well he doesn't in GT, that's for sure. Anyway, the Buu saga doesn't span that long of a time. Also, the movies don't count. Most of them don't fit into the show's storylines....

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SuperSayian [/i] [B]Oi....... Gohan goes "Mystic", and doesn't really go SSJ too much. So he'll be the one with spikey, black hair. [/B][/QUOTE] Actually, Gohan isn't Mystic in DragonBall GT. He goes SSJ just like everyone else. I'm pretty sure that the transformation only lasted twenty four hours.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Solid Snake [/i] [B][COLOR=teal]This may sound a bit odd, but will this be an add-on sold seprately that you must hook to your GBA? Or will this engine merely be used in future games, whereas we may be able to simply buy these to see such great grafics?[/COLOR] :blah: [/B][/QUOTE] If he's talking about a normal graphics engine, then it's just a method of programming. The existing hardware would be responsible for the the shots he posted. Developers always develop engines for their games. That's why you'll see sports games released often. Companies use the existing engine and make minor tweaks. That's the best way I can describe it anyway...

Well......it's hard for me to make a fair call. I have two big bear's paws, so the Xbox controller has always felt pretty nice to me. The main problem with it besides the size, is the awkward placing of the small black and white buttons. They're far too close to the regular face buttons. The top of the analog sticks aren't really the greatest either. Furthermore, the actual face buttons don't stick up out of the controller enough. Sony's buttons have an almost "soft" feeling to them. I've never sat down for extended periods of time playing Xbox, but I'm pretty sure my fingers would hurt pretty badly. GameCube's, and I really dare anyone to refute this, would be horrible for a Capcom fighter, like Street Fighter. I really can't picture playing any of the versus games with it. On the other hand, it really does feel comfortable. Games like Super Smash Brothers: Melee or Luigi's Mansion are a breeze to play. The buttons are spaced nicely. The only thing I really don't like is the odd sizes of the buttons. Overall, I feel that Xbox's are ideal for first person shooters and GameCube's are pretty good for almost anything else(except for the two dimensional fighters, which are rare anyway).

[I]They'll find out soon enough.[/I] Every niche of the Victorian quarters seemed to whisper with an indescribable apprehension. Every gaudy curtain, glazed in a thin layer of dust called for tingling spine and tension. Tree limbs, archaic, deprived of life, scratched agonizingly at fogged window panes. Jaded eyes, enveloped in a blanket of darkness burned holes into the most deprived of visitors. Distant sounds of choppy waters, colder than death's fingers, lapped against shoreline rocks desparately. [I] If they're anything like the others..[/I] Each paticipant in the game of fate, void of conscious, checked in their appropriate weaponry. Some ascended the elequent staircase and proceeded to their quarters, while others reveled in their own torturous thoughts. Yet, the house's incantations rose above them. [I] The weapons weren't supposed to be distributed until morning. I wasn't supposed to be here.[/I] High above, behind masses of mist and percipitation, the night smiled down upon those under it's watch......and so did the house. Hell on Earth? Not exactly. For the participants of Stone's game would soon travel mountains to enjoy the smoothness of the road that lie ahead. Others, would join the scarlet serpants thirteen rings. Something was on the horizon...and it was thirsty, captivated by the sweetest bloodlust... "Man shall not feel pain until tears have burned his eyes," Stone said before Biccardi bid him good night via cell phone. "It is time I bring them together for the last gathering," Biccardi mumbled silently clutching a thick envelope that read in scarlet lettering, "UMBRELLA."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B] [color=royalblue]:eek: The idea of Mario 64 on a handheld is simply orgasm inducing. :tasty: :drunk: :excited: :smirk: [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Alright everyone back away from James if that one's ever released, hehe.:whoops:

That's simply breathtaking for a handheld. The textures have a clean, filtered look to them. I just wonder how well it'll translate to a GBA's tiny screen. I wonder if it'll be possible to port over Mario 64.... Ah well, as long as I can keep my two dimensional, sprite based, platformers.

Methinks I'm entering this topic a little late. I don't know if I can really add anything, but I'll state my little opinion. I think that the media is definitely biased. If you're watching the morning news, chances are you'll hear about the latest murders or drug busts in an urban neighborhood. Yet, when something happens in an upperclass suburban area, it's conveniently "left out" or "covered up." Sometimes it's not what the news [I]is[/I] telling the public that's biased, it's what it [I]isn't[/I] telling the public. Also, they tend to over glorify some things. The O.J. Simpson case is the best example. Here's a guy who was accused of murdering his wife and her supposed boyfriend. There's probably many cases like this, yet we, the public, received hours upon hours of coverage. It's basically, the media looks at the best angles and what can score the most ratings. If a famous athlete or actor commits a crime it's liable to take up about twenty five percent of the broadcast or a big spot in the paper. If an average man commits the same crime, the public will get a mere glimpse at it. Ah well, that's just my two cents.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Darkeldar201 [/i] [B]yo for once i actually have good news! their making two more Resident evil games! Resident evil 1.4 and another 1. they have to be good. Darkeldar201 :alcohol: :mrt: :butthead: [/B][/QUOTE] I've never heard of a Resident Evil 1.4. Either I'm out of the latest gossip or you're talking about the Resident Evil remake for GameCube....:huh:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Metazorl [/i] [B]im not to sure if any1 has ever brought this up and i dont know that much about the dragonball series' so i want to ask a question um i got these pictures and it says the character is called pillin...the fusion of piccollo and krillin...and i cant find anything else about it so if any1 could fill me in? [/B][/QUOTE] A fan must have drawn it for fun. The character is bogus.

*Distracts Safer with some underground Tifa pictures, while a group of guys with white suits and a butterfly net steathily approach from behind.* Hey, nice job. It was pretty darn entertaining. Especially Rude's lines!;)

Thick black and dark gray clouds appeared painted onto the sky with the thick bristles of God?s paintbrush, a chill wind whipping through the trees that lined the rode on the distant ground as if to dry the scene on the canvas of the world. The gray seemed to bleed from the sky, permeating like the bitter cold around them. The red and yellows mixed with green that were the colors of fall in Maine where bled away to become offshoots of the gray that seemed to wish to work its way into the very souls of those it touched.Sheets of rain battered the plane on the stretch of vast heavens, falling like stones upon the silver metal hide of the machine, visibility minimized to levels that made flying nearly impossible. Needless to say it was going to be a rather dark and stormy night. Stone's assistant, Jason Biccardi sat in contemplation as his associate Joshua tried the best he could to conduct business with cell phones that would not work and satellite internet connections that would fail. Biccardi did not blame him; he doubted if anything could be heard through the banshee?s wail of the storm. Vile and contemptuous were the passengers set to land upon Hell's gate. Murderer's, arsonists, drug atticts and theives; a chariot of Satan's Imps prepared to dance with the devil. Pupils glazed over with malicious intent and minds swarmed with visions of deceipt serveyed one another. The one known as Mr. Levia systematically sized up everyone...like they were his prey....or so Biccardi thought. Reeling at the slight verberations of the aircraft, Jason Biccardi, rose slowly and deliberately. The man also spoke slowly, his New England accent holding through his otherwise monotone voice. One would think him an automaton if one heard him, but many of the passengers knew the reason why he spoke without passion. He had a simple mind for a simple life. Fear's thin fingers tugged at the hairs on the back of his neck, standing them rigid and stiff. Evenly he said, "You people couldn't find a way through life. Now it's time that you make one for yourself. Upon your arrival after a brief stayover, our correspondent shall provide you with your requested weaponry. You must understand, your records bespeak the low level of trust we must place within each of you. That is why you are unarmed at the moment." Howling winds threatened the aircraft noisily. Shrill and hissing it made clear it's own demonic delights. Biccardi was thrusted forward slightly, as the damned few entered slight turbulance. Earlier, Stone had smiled a bit of his trademark smile as he joked about talking to Satan about how really to control someone. "The Devil still thought that an empty shell the perfect puppet made," Stone had said. "No? a puppet who desired to serve was a puppet that was loyal for life." Biccardi now wondered if Stone had been referring to him as a puppet, or the sinners before him now. Chuckling sarcastically, he chastised himself inwardly for even comparing himself to them. Upon landing, Biccardi reached into his coat pocket and retrieved an envelope inviting him to the party that everyone was to attend before the mission began. It was during this party, located on a island hidden in the thick swirl of rain and mists, that weaponry would be distributed and participants would get to know one another. He handed it to Joshua, the aid immediately knowing to hold on to it for safekeeping and further investigation later. Biccardi watched as his aid slipped the invitation into the right breast pocket of his suit jacket before nodding his goodbyes and exiting into his designated car. Biccardi sighed as he felt the rain pound him relentlessly and soak him to the bone almost instantly. Deciding the dryness was preferred to secrecy that he was anything more then an average man, and pulled his coat over his head keeping him dry. The man who was going to be everyone's guide to the island began to slowly move toward the shoreline with Biccardi following in tow. Biccadi frowned as he was forced to trudge through the mud in Italian shoes that cost more then most high-end computers. But, as an aristorcrat of society, he at least made sure that his shoes were going to be clean when they finally made it to the small dock by the bridge that contained a rickety looking dingy. Nervously, he peered over his shoulder to see the prying eyes of the ones known as Andrew and Levyn Cecylon stripping his soul apart layer by layer. Their guide was neither talkative nor friendly, furthering the apprehension in the air. He reminded Biccardi of them.... Under his breath he thanked God that he would be out of the house upon the arrival of the artillary. Everyone stepped on to the dingy and sat upon the sopping wet plank that served as a seat while the guide got on and took the two oars in hand. Biccardi raised an eyebrow as the man began to row them out into the choppy water, figuring the man would at least opt for a motor on his boat in such stormy waters. The mists swallowed them whole, making the land behind them fade from view and the land in front of them slowly come into it in a hazy, sort of dreamlike vision. Biccardi watched the approaching land before the thundering bass of thunder and a sharp flash of lighting drew his eye to the top of a sheer cliff as the day seemed to bleed quickly into night. Silhouetted in the flash of lighting were the towring spires of what looked like an extremely gothic Victorian house. The perfect place to host a Halloween party Biccardi thought? ?or a Horror story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [I]I'm using this house as a brief "stayover" before the actual adventure, to give everyone a chance to interact with each others characters or develop personalities/alliances. Maybe we'll throw some action in there too.[/I]

My Spring Break starts Monday. It's only a week long, but at least it'll provide me with some much needed rest. Lately I've been a "Tired Crazy White Boy."

I've got a perfect file or two on my PSX memory card for FF7. I can never bring myself to delete them. I don't think I was ever interested enough in FF8 or FF9 to go through the paces with them. I've beaten them, but I haven't really been interested enough to get [I]every little[/I] secret. I've almost got everything in that ole' FF7 killer...FF10. Mark my words I will capture all of those legendary weapons and kill that pesky Ultima Weapon.

Hey James, are the Australians getting the improved Japanese controller designs or are you stuck with the awkward American ones?

No, you're both wrong, hehe(Not really, I just wanted to say that). Square will not be parting ways with Sony. The company has enjoyed great success on that particular platform. [Quote][B]Square also reaffirmed that this will not affect PlayStation 2 development in any way and that the PlayStation 2 will remain the main platform for both Final Fantasy XI and Final Fantasy XII.[/B][/Quote] I don't find it probable that they'll dish out lackluster Final Fantasies for PS2 and a "better" series on GameCube. Although it's been stated that they will development on a "new type of game," I'm sure that GameCube won't be Square's primary focus. We'll probably see quality games on each platform. While all of this is good news for the gaming industry as a whole, I feel that people are likely to get carried away with the news. [Quote]Nintendo of America has also reconfirmed the news, stating that Game Designers Studio plans to release one game for a Nintendo system before the end of 2002, and that the game will make use of the connectivity feature between the GameCube and Game Boy Advance. [B]Nintendo of America also said that a Final Fantasy game would be a logical choice, but did not confirm that a Final Fantasy game was in development for either the Game Boy Advance or the GameCube.[/B][/Quote] Look at that [B]bold[/B] statement. Don't draw too many conclusions yet. Sure we'll see Final Fantasy on the Cube, but let's not get carried away, when we don't even know which ones we'll be seeing yet. I personally do hope that they do release Final Fantasy XI on Gamecube(although it's not confirmed). If it's cross compatible with PC and Playstation 2, it'll just be more people to quest with. I'm pleased with the rumors of a possible Final Fantasy Tactics port for GameBoy Advance, as well. Hopefully they will totally re-translate it.

Hehe, yeah I saw the the locker trick, but I think Snake's doing a little more than drooling. Anyway, I didn't notice a significant lack in graphical splendor upon Raiden't debut. There's some amazingly detailed bird droppings, that prove this. I'm pretty sure that you can still "blow stuff up" too. When you fight Fortune, you'll definitely notice some explodable objects. It's just the stoyline that really takes a dive....

Pffft, if anyone gets it rough, it's Krillin. He doesn't have a nose, his wife is stronger than him, he gets blown up by Furiza, knocked senseless by Cell, eaten by Buu, killed by the androids in a timeline, and killed by 17 in GT. Yeah, poor Vegeta...

Speaking of updateds, EGM said that Final Fantasy XI's world is called Vana D'iel. The cool part is that it has telecom options. Players can speak, tell and shout. "Speaking" is seen only by nearby players, "telling" messages a specific player from any distance, and "shouting" is seen by everyone in an area. If you buy an item called a Linkshell, you can create private chatrooms.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sephiroth [/i] [B]actually folks, jet "grind", was the japanese version, not "set".... [/B][/QUOTE] Nope you're wrong. The Japanese version was Jet Set Radio. The American was Jet Grind Radio.