Googleshng - January 18 '02- 2:00 Eastern Standard Time|
Two people I've known for a few years who coincidentally used to work
at RPGamer- er, no wait, that's decidedly NOT a coincidence. It's how I know'em. Anyway though, 2 people
I know mentioned today that they're thinking of moving up and over to my neck of the woods. Kinda strange
that. If Sharkey decides to move in to that vacant house down the street I'll have to start up some kind
of legion of doom or something.
Jaraph: Hello again, all (nod). Has it been a week already?
It seems like I just saw all your little faces
yesterday...ah, how time flies. Oh yeah, I thought
this time around I'd give my e-mail address -
email@example.com - just so anyone who finds my answers
ignorant or my humor asinine can report directly to
me. Actually, I'm always up for a little RPG
discussion e-mail style, so you can contact me
whenever. We'll talk. No big whoop.
Greetings (Zelgadis mopes) Googleshng, now give me
I have to ask since I've been watching the
Slayers DVD's and laughing my
ass off, have you noticed that there's some mocking
of the RPG cliche's
there. The cast seems right out of one but only if
they had a cute animal
character. I'd just imagine Lina beating the living
daylights out of it which
would be satisfying to some. Now if I only had some
money to get NEXT and TRY
at some point soon. How do you get funds for
whatever since you don't work?
Mogulator, you forgot me this time. And after I was
so thankful last time...sniff...
Strangely enough, I've also thought throwing some
fuzzy bit of cuteness into the Slayers gang would be
amusing. Even more strangely, I've also often
wondered how in the world G gets the money to support
his hobby/career/whatever in the world she calls it.
People always get this weird impression that I get money and spend it and stuff. Truth be told I simply
survive on wit and guile. Sometimes charm and moxie too. Or more seriously, I have this mysterious power
to maintain a certain lifestyle no matter what, but I can never improve it. In theory though, I could
improve it if you would, to quote The Critic,
Buy my BOOK!
And of course I wasn't giving any cash from that straight to charity. Dagnabit. I need to actually charge
for something some time...
Oh, and Slayers has plenty of cute fuzzy animals! There's uh... Noonsa!
If this is your greatest problem in life...
Yo (Ludacris raps) Google-SHNG!!!
MY PERSONAL LIFE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY TIME-CONSUMING ACTIVITIES. ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH DUDE TO RESCUE MY FREE TIME?
Anyways, here's the basic dilemma. I have too many RPG's for my own good, plus college scholarship stuff, school work, and other various crap. So basically, I want your opinion on which one I should finish first considering I don't have time to finish all of them in a week. Heres my list: FFVIII (yeah, I know I'm behind, shut up), FFIX (already halfway through), Lunar 1 and 2, and Pikmin. Your help would be greatly appreciated.
Too many games; that certainly is a pickle you're in
there, my friend. Anyway, since you're pressed for
time, you're probably seeking the best time spent/fun
received ratio possible. What I would do in your
situation is the following: Pikmin first. It's a
good bit of fun, and it should take you a relatively
short time to beat. I'd then hit the Lunars; I think
2 has quite a bit more to offer, but both are fun, and
neither requires too large a time commitment. Play
the FFs last; desperate times call for average games
to go to the bottom of the stack.
That's the same exact thing I was going to say. So I get to type filler! I remember when I was little
I never felt pressured to finish games. Was it because I was young and unobsessive? NO. Not as many games
to play? No. It was that games couldn't BE finished back then. And what does this have to do with anything?
Nothing. Told you it was filler.
Some guests don't grock quickies: Part 1
how do u beat evaret in ff10.i beat him once then died.and 4 got how 2.i beat the crap out of him till he does haste then kills me. please help.thank you
Remember last week when I mentioned my
PS2-hogging roommate? Well, the situation has not
been alleviated in the least, so I remain unable to
answer your q, despite having received the tasty treat
that is FFX for Christmas. In leiu of a real answer,
I shall once again dig into my bag of disturbing
barnyard tales: My aunt's dog, by some unimaginable
means, once gained access to the hen house. Not
satisfied with merely scaring and/or eating the
hapless fowl, the mutt bit the heads off every last
bird. The strange part? When they finally found what
had happened, two of the headless chickens were still
I think ALL barnyard tales are disturbing. I've never heard one that wasn't. Anyway though, to answer
the question at hand, you could cast dispel to negate that haste, you could cast haste on yourself, you
could do both, you could just use generally effective strategies...
Hurray! Tactics Ogre Gaiden is coming to the US! Now I can stop writing you letters asking about it.
That's funny, 'Hurray!' was the first thought I had
when I heard the news, too. Want some even better
news? Thanks to a generous reader, I'll soon be able
to experience the first TO whenever I wish......well,
it's good news to me....
See, I have no real reaction to the fact that TOG is coming to the US getting leaked out because I've
known we were getting it for like half a year now. That's what sucks about having a job like this. You
hear all sorts of juicy news early, but don't get to say a word about it to anyone.
Your brain is always generating fluff.
Well, the natural assumption to make is that, since I
didn't make the comment about my head being able to
generate fluff, this comment isn't directed to me.
However, I am instead going to make the assumption
that your comment was, indeed, intended to insult my
vastly superior intellect. Thus, I cast my HurtMore
spell on you...what's this? You already cast
StopSpell on me, so you escape unharmed *and* I lose
my turn!?! Scurvy knave...
Nononono... you have it all wrong. What's in my brain is my common sense which prevents me from having
tea and no tea. The fluff is in my pocket, on my shirt at the party, in a potted plant, and uh... dagnabit!
Where was that last one? On the boat? Been forever.