With music by Nubuo, and graphics by Wong Chu!
This Final Fantasy flash movie is rotting my brain just like a catchy tune, yeah.
It's strange, I've yet to meet a ZZT'er - but I've actually met a medievian, and met him again today since he's in Sydney for the placebo concert (all three nights and flown in from brisbane, the rabid fan). His moniker is Camm, and one of the few friends I have in med that don't believe in being a jerk in the game! He's nifty nevertheless.
Never has it been more apparent that there is nothing to do in Sydney aside from "hang around". And that we did with style and grace! My feet hurt from wandering around pretending I'm not lost in the Rocks. I couldn't find my way out of a wet paper bag. (One may want to bring extra wet paper bags to subdue me should I ever flip out, ninja-style!)
This sense of indirection becomes me. Thankfully, I can blame lag for lots of things in the actual game. For example!
PERSON> PLZ HELP AT DRGN THX
KRKN> *types in random directions for no real reason*
PERSON> UHH, WHERE ARE YOU
KRKN> Uhhh... lag!
Every third store we passed was selling lamb wool, limbs and various souvenir bric-a-brac. I was rather dazed for most of the walk, I haven't been sleeping too well recently (in trying to rectify my bizarre sleeping hours).
We passed lots of chiX bouncing on those DDR machines.
I genuinely hope there are hong-kongnese gangs are out there having west-side-story type dance-offs on those machines. Each side would get their corresponding catchy techno theme to snap their fingers along with and it would be a tango to the bloody DEATH
On that note, I caved into temptation and bought a second-hand copy of "Happyland" at Red Eye. Good album! It was between that or Darkthrone's "Transilvanian Hunger", I feel like I should own a copy of that for some reason.
We then got to talking about Segression and consequently, appropriate etiquette at metal concerts. Apparently one of his friends almost got into a fight with the vocalist from said group because he wasn't smiling, just standing with his arms crossed at the gig. The frontman took offense to this and lost his temper, menacing him with the MICROPHONE STAND
And here I was, thinking standing around looking ANGST was just about right at such gatherings.
And finally, I hate boring contemporary abstract art. There's nothing TITTILATING about looking at a bunch of squiggly lines on a matte white canvas. Unless you have a fetish for squiggly lines on matte white canvases, in which case, I'm sympathetic!
If you're going to be obscure and pretentious, at least do something entertainingly bizarre and wondrous!
Damned if I'm going to stand around trying to pretend I appreciate your squiggles.
It's strange, I've yet to meet a ZZT'er - but I've actually met a medievian, and met him again today since he's in Sydney for the placebo concert (all three nights and flown in from brisbane, the rabid fan). His moniker is Camm, and one of the few friends I have in med that don't believe in being a jerk in the game! He's nifty nevertheless.
Never has it been more apparent that there is nothing to do in Sydney aside from "hang around". And that we did with style and grace! My feet hurt from wandering around pretending I'm not lost in the Rocks. I couldn't find my way out of a wet paper bag. (One may want to bring extra wet paper bags to subdue me should I ever flip out, ninja-style!)
This sense of indirection becomes me. Thankfully, I can blame lag for lots of things in the actual game. For example!
PERSON> PLZ HELP AT DRGN THX
KRKN> *types in random directions for no real reason*
PERSON> UHH, WHERE ARE YOU
KRKN> Uhhh... lag!
Every third store we passed was selling lamb wool, limbs and various souvenir bric-a-brac. I was rather dazed for most of the walk, I haven't been sleeping too well recently (in trying to rectify my bizarre sleeping hours).
We passed lots of chiX bouncing on those DDR machines.
I genuinely hope there are hong-kongnese gangs are out there having west-side-story type dance-offs on those machines. Each side would get their corresponding catchy techno theme to snap their fingers along with and it would be a tango to the bloody DEATH
On that note, I caved into temptation and bought a second-hand copy of "Happyland" at Red Eye. Good album! It was between that or Darkthrone's "Transilvanian Hunger", I feel like I should own a copy of that for some reason.
We then got to talking about Segression and consequently, appropriate etiquette at metal concerts. Apparently one of his friends almost got into a fight with the vocalist from said group because he wasn't smiling, just standing with his arms crossed at the gig. The frontman took offense to this and lost his temper, menacing him with the MICROPHONE STAND
And here I was, thinking standing around looking ANGST was just about right at such gatherings.
And finally, I hate boring contemporary abstract art. There's nothing TITTILATING about looking at a bunch of squiggly lines on a matte white canvas. Unless you have a fetish for squiggly lines on matte white canvases, in which case, I'm sympathetic!
If you're going to be obscure and pretentious, at least do something entertainingly bizarre and wondrous!
Damned if I'm going to stand around trying to pretend I appreciate your squiggles.