what if one were to throw a Cactuar?

**dwai-yownnyownnyownn~**  Some onomatopoeia just don’t work quite as well as others…  o_O

So…some recent conversations with a special friend of mine have left some creatures/summons from the Final Fantasy series bestiary running amok in my mind, such as Tonberry lurking about in the darkness with its cute-creepy nonchalant expression and  wielding a friggin’ Chef’s Knife, or a Cactuar or two just standing there in the vast desert wasteland of my psyche…posed…in its/their seemingly petrified running position.  Wha―? …were the artists & designers at SquareSoft on peyote or something when they dreamed up the charactuar for Final Fantasy VI?  It’d certainly be fun to see the different character-concepts that artist Continue reading

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telc-Tonic series, no.001: power-UP

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And what is it that we’re talking about today?  After a night of no sleep (yet), i’m not entirely sure anymore myself… Something about tonics and equations, possibly the fact that i consumed a can of Kirin ビール (beer) with my late-night snack each night for the last 3 nights in a row―except for this past night, and talk of…er…long-eared woodland creatures.  Or perhaps in my case, probably not so long-eared (considering my leporine-design preference).

Lest this recent bout of light-weight lager-consumption should continue on for a good several months uninterrupted, it seems unlikely Continue reading

the Culinary Mystery of classic Castlevania’s Wall-Chicken

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Picture this: you are Christopher Belmont, Simon’s ancestor from 1oo years prior to the events of the original Castlevania , and basically a Conan the Barbarian look-alike.  It is 1591 AD, five years prior to the birth of René Descartes (nothing to do with Castlevania II: Belmont’s Revenge , really, but his evil daemon/evil genius concept is fun),  and you’re trekking your way through the spacious 4-shades-of-gray halls of  Cloud Castle, the airy—yet (oddly) fully enclosed—home of Angel Mummy*, one of ol’ Dracula’s dusty, dual-skulled lackeys.  Trusty Vampire Killer whip in hand, you have endured unholy horrors like flaming knights and knife-throwing lizard-men, survived spiked ceiling and deadly mechanized pulleys, all in the quest to save your bewitched son Soleiyu…but now you’re tired, hungry, and in need of some HP-replenishing nourishment.  So what do you do?   Continue reading