So, it’s really been bothering me for a while now that I haven’t corrected the assumption that people make about me-- namely, that I am an extreme FFVII gamer.
I have never played Final Fantasy VII.
Not “never played all the way through.” Never played.
I have never owned a Playstation with which to play Final Fantasy VII.
I have never been in a room
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And who really gives a crap about my bizarro obsessions?
Well, I guess I do.
Anyway, I'm glad there's one person out there who's not avoiding me for being too damn weird.
Speaking of journal entries, I was reading your farewell ode to FFF. I didn't post, because a lot of forum-related problems are solidly outside my sphere of comprehension, but it sounds like you're well shut of it.
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VHD drabble for you:
I know the way it is with you-- a child
of neither night nor day, a dhampire born
at sunset, with twilight in his blood.
No home among immortals, for to them
you smell of weakness. Not your own-- but theirs.
You are the proof of their impermanence.
No place among the humans, too, for they
know you by instinct-- how you hear the blood
pulse through their veins, and how you taste their deaths.
Alone you walk, alone and mute. The silence
is your curse, and all the freedom you can know.
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Woot. Been a while since I tried poetry. You made me happy, though. XD
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