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“Don’t go fight Sephiroth.” “You’re not ready to fight Sephiroth.” “Sephiroth is sooo hard to beat.” So I don’t always listen to you, fine, but you know what? I want to make my own mistakes. And you know what? I have. I’ve made a lot. That’s right, a lot, how many of your friends did you have killed today? I thought so. Now shut up and listen. I will tell you right now, Sephiroth is not scary, not difficult, and definitely not a threat to humanity. This monster couldn’t attack a stone statue. (trust me, I know. Tifa has been petrified for half an hour, the useless… … Anyway.) Sephiroth is a vain minded, beauty motivated, egotistical, brain dead, pansy. I’ve been fighting him for an hour and let’s take a look at his last 10 moves: heal, heal, heal, attack (for 800 damage), heal, heal, heal, heal, heal, and  [ Read More ]

The fog drifted in around me. The water lapped up around my arms as I took another step deeper into the pool. Her dead body lay across my arms. I was still in shock, my legs wanted to collapse out from under me, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. She was there, so beautiful, so loving, and that beast… that thing… I wanted to yell out but I couldn’t. What good would it do anyway. She was gone. It was all my fault too. It had to be, had I just not let her go, but she never did listen to orders. She wanted to go. She asked to come along, in fact she had insisted; jumping ahead before I could stop her. Then he came down, right from the ceiling, sword in hand. Utter loss and despair courses through my fatigued body. What more can I do?  [ Read More ]