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Howdy! Just watching DMC1 walkthroughs. Really awesome, but can anyone recommend some awesome ones with commentaries?
Anywho, I'm also waiting on iy_fic to post the results to the falling out prompt. I hope I made at least third but then it would be my first time placing in a contest community. I won by default at dokuga_contest once because I was the only one who had an entry for it but I haven't placed since. Damn!
Right now I have to bash the Ninja Theory's reboot ("rebirth") of DMC. IMO they could just slap a new name on it and new character names and they would probably get a lot less hate. I'm still waiting for an explanation of who Nero is in-game. I'm a supporter that he is Vergil's son because it could have so many ways of playing it off. Maybe Vergil didn't know he had a son or something. I'm not a supporter of Vergil's soul possesing Nero's devil arm. I'm okay with Nero being like a reincarnation of Sparda. It's an interesting idea.
Another thing is, why do people just always hate OC's and not even give them a chance. Like I know how not to make an OC a Mary/Gary Stu but no one would give it half a chance because they think it would be a self-insert. When I read a through a summary and spot something that sounds Mary Sue-ish I would skip over it but if I spotted something that actually sound well characterized than I'd try it.
Anyways I'm gonna leave you with an in-progress DMC fic. And I may or may not post sometime again today. If iy_fic decides to post the results and I place you'll know. Wish me luck and see you later.
Dante felt his lips draw back in a snarl. He normally had no problem with the rain but for some reason everyone he knew had stopped by and asked for a place to stay the night. Lady had been first and now she was sitting on the corner of his desk, examining her gun. Trish had been next, knocking on the door and demanding him, along with a little threatening, to let her stay the night. It hadn’t been hard to agree to that one; after all he wanted to have children someday. After Trish it had been Nero and Kyrie who had been visiting and staying in a hotel on the other side of the city. He let those two in just because he knew it would be pointless to keep them outside knowing Nero. He would probably smash the door down if he refused.
Now there was yet another knock on his door and he was too sick of having to answer that damn door to answer it. Luckily the only one out in the main area of his shop besides him was Lady; everyone else was upstairs.
“Dante get the damn door,” Lady said after five minutes of knocking.
“Yeah, I would but I’m not letting complete strangers stay here. I say that because I think all the people I know are here,” he said before thinking about his comment. Lady was all too eager to jump on it.
“Then you must not know many people or is it some bitch of yours’ that you don’t want us to meet?” Lady said with a smirk. Oh, she knew just how to make him open the door.
“Fine,” he said as he stood and walked over to the door. He cracked the door open a bit to see who it was and was greeted by a familiar sight that looked like a drowned cat. It might have been a familiar sight but he slammed the door shut and spun around to meet Lady’s gaze with a face that screamed he had just seen a ghost.
“You all right Dante?” she asked in honest concern. Not a lot of things could scare the red devil-hunter. He just shook his head as the banging continued.
“Blue, drowned-cat,” he said in a tone that stated shock and a little fear. Lady cocked an eye-brow. Cats weren’t typically blue unless you were using that term for gray, which she doubted Dante knew.
“Dante who was it?” she asked, easing herself off the desk and over to Dante. She quickly came to a halt when Dante sighed, turned back around and swung the door open wide, almost off its’ hinges.
Lady was the one to gasp this time as she saw just who it was on the other side. It was Vergil, the supposedly dead, twin brother of Dante. The one who tried to kill Dante every time they met.
“What do you want?” Dante asked, even though he knew exactly what his brother wanted. A place to stay and probably a fight.
“What do you think I want?” Vergil’s icy tone sliced through the air, reminding both who they were staring at. Vergil shoved Dante aside and walked in, suddenly feeling very impatient.
“Bathrooms in the back,” Dante said, knowing exactly what his twin wanted, a towel. Who wouldn’t, Vergil looked like a drowned cat, even the anger matched.
Anywho, I'm also waiting on iy_fic to post the results to the falling out prompt. I hope I made at least third but then it would be my first time placing in a contest community. I won by default at dokuga_contest once because I was the only one who had an entry for it but I haven't placed since. Damn!
Right now I have to bash the Ninja Theory's reboot ("rebirth") of DMC. IMO they could just slap a new name on it and new character names and they would probably get a lot less hate. I'm still waiting for an explanation of who Nero is in-game. I'm a supporter that he is Vergil's son because it could have so many ways of playing it off. Maybe Vergil didn't know he had a son or something. I'm not a supporter of Vergil's soul possesing Nero's devil arm. I'm okay with Nero being like a reincarnation of Sparda. It's an interesting idea.
Another thing is, why do people just always hate OC's and not even give them a chance. Like I know how not to make an OC a Mary/Gary Stu but no one would give it half a chance because they think it would be a self-insert. When I read a through a summary and spot something that sounds Mary Sue-ish I would skip over it but if I spotted something that actually sound well characterized than I'd try it.
Anyways I'm gonna leave you with an in-progress DMC fic. And I may or may not post sometime again today. If iy_fic decides to post the results and I place you'll know. Wish me luck and see you later.
Dante felt his lips draw back in a snarl. He normally had no problem with the rain but for some reason everyone he knew had stopped by and asked for a place to stay the night. Lady had been first and now she was sitting on the corner of his desk, examining her gun. Trish had been next, knocking on the door and demanding him, along with a little threatening, to let her stay the night. It hadn’t been hard to agree to that one; after all he wanted to have children someday. After Trish it had been Nero and Kyrie who had been visiting and staying in a hotel on the other side of the city. He let those two in just because he knew it would be pointless to keep them outside knowing Nero. He would probably smash the door down if he refused.
Now there was yet another knock on his door and he was too sick of having to answer that damn door to answer it. Luckily the only one out in the main area of his shop besides him was Lady; everyone else was upstairs.
“Dante get the damn door,” Lady said after five minutes of knocking.
“Yeah, I would but I’m not letting complete strangers stay here. I say that because I think all the people I know are here,” he said before thinking about his comment. Lady was all too eager to jump on it.
“Then you must not know many people or is it some bitch of yours’ that you don’t want us to meet?” Lady said with a smirk. Oh, she knew just how to make him open the door.
“Fine,” he said as he stood and walked over to the door. He cracked the door open a bit to see who it was and was greeted by a familiar sight that looked like a drowned cat. It might have been a familiar sight but he slammed the door shut and spun around to meet Lady’s gaze with a face that screamed he had just seen a ghost.
“You all right Dante?” she asked in honest concern. Not a lot of things could scare the red devil-hunter. He just shook his head as the banging continued.
“Blue, drowned-cat,” he said in a tone that stated shock and a little fear. Lady cocked an eye-brow. Cats weren’t typically blue unless you were using that term for gray, which she doubted Dante knew.
“Dante who was it?” she asked, easing herself off the desk and over to Dante. She quickly came to a halt when Dante sighed, turned back around and swung the door open wide, almost off its’ hinges.
Lady was the one to gasp this time as she saw just who it was on the other side. It was Vergil, the supposedly dead, twin brother of Dante. The one who tried to kill Dante every time they met.
“What do you want?” Dante asked, even though he knew exactly what his brother wanted. A place to stay and probably a fight.
“What do you think I want?” Vergil’s icy tone sliced through the air, reminding both who they were staring at. Vergil shoved Dante aside and walked in, suddenly feeling very impatient.
“Bathrooms in the back,” Dante said, knowing exactly what his twin wanted, a towel. Who wouldn’t, Vergil looked like a drowned cat, even the anger matched.