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  1. FoxyCryptid
    It was amusing at first in a stupid sort of way, but now it seems like the "catch all" slur where people just tack anything and everything they don't like on to it:
     
    Feminists apply it to MRAs
    MRAs(or anyone that doesn't like feminism) apply it to male feminists
    Christians tact it on anti-theists
    Tumblr anti-Christians apply it to Christians(I know this makes no sense but I've seen it happen)
    Everyone throws at bronies
    Some people through it at Gamers and Anime fans
    People outside of 4Chan and Reddit apply it to them
    People inside 4Chan apply it to everyone outside.
    People that hate weapons apply it to anyone that like guns or knives, or carries either, or is in the NRA(which the NRA does kind of suck now)
    People with liberal viewpoints apply it to bigoted and sexist conservatives
    People with conservative viewpoints apply it to liberals
    Fandoms apply it to hipsiters
    hipsters apply it to fandoms
     
    It's like it's now internet code for "someone I don't like" and all of us are fedorks now regaurdless if we even wear the damn things.
  2. FoxyCryptid
    Well, I gave the new DMC a whirl last night and it's not as bad as everyone says. The gameplay is solid and fun, as the graphics are gorgeous. The story is also decent once you get past how hard it's trying to be dark and edgy. I'm sure you all want to hear what complaints I have though.
     
    Let's start with the big one(there's going to be complaining a lot about the art direction here because that's one of my biggest problems. The graphics may be pretty but there's some questionable design choices.) To be frank: new Dante likes like a punk instead of the happy, unbeat, smart-ass, stylish rockstar we all know and love. He's not completely unlikable as his own character but he acts barely anything like even the young and cocky Dante from DMC3.
     
    Also, he looks like a street bum.
     

     
    While the old Dante looks like this even at his worst
     

     
    and tends to look more like this
     


     
    So we have a failure to actually make him look cool(which is the entire point, his creator designed him from the ground up to be "cool" and that's why being stylish is such a part of the his character and flashy combos score more points)
     
    I mean hell, if Ninja Theory wanted to make is outfit less flashy they make red motocycle jackets, just picture how much color he's look in something like this:
     

     
    I know it's tiny but it's hard to find men's leather coats in flashy colors on Google, I guess most companies think we all dress like the mafia(my only leather coat IS black but that's beside the point)
     
    I also hate they've down with the weapons:
     
    A really cool set of custom 1911s:
     

    Become these things that look like a Desert Eagle crossed with an alien artifact
     

     
    Rebellion has lost all the cool detail and become a lump of metal:
     

     

     
     
    So yeah, it's not a bad game but I have my complaints.
  3. FoxyCryptid
    Okay, this is that same AU I've been posting and wanted to expand the scene from the first story where Melinda had to explain to Tails about her immorality.
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    “M-mom, please w-wake up.”
     
    Those were the first words Melinda heard as she regained consciousness and they sent her mind into a panic. It was the voice of her 5 year old adopted son, Miles, and that meant he had found her sometime after she crawled into the house and succumbed to blood-loss in the middle of the living room floor.
     
    The only thought on her mind was of him sobbing next to her, and how frightened he must have been to find her bleeding all over the floor and not breathing. She knew that she would have to explain to him what she was someday, but she never wanted it to happen like this and cursed herself for putting him through it. God, how long had be there next to her unresponsive body and pleading for her to answer?
     
    “M-Mom?” An undercurrent of hope entered his voice, he must have heard heard her heart start beating again, maybe heard her breathe.
     
    She forced open her eyes and saw him looking down her her with bloodshot eyes and tear-stains on his face. It hurt, the fear in his eyes hurt because she new it was her fault for not being more careful. No matter what it took, she would now have to make it right by explaining everything to him as best she could and calming his fears.
     
    A groan escaped her lips as the feeling finally came back to her body and she forced herself to sit up, Miles’ still clinging to her. She put her arm around him and he buried his face in her side as he began to sob.
     
    “It’s okay, honey. I’m okay now and I’m right here,” she rubbed his back and spoke gently
     
    “Y-you weren’t breathing and I c-couldn’t make you wake up. It was just like what happened to Snowy and I thought..” He continued to sob and he trailed off.
     
    Snowy, a wolf-dog she had long before she adopted him that had finally succumb to age and passed on, and that he was unfortunate enough to find. It was at that point she had to explain death to him and it made the timing of this that much worse.
     
    “I’m sorry it took so long for me to wake-up, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to worry anymore.” she did her best to sound happy and energetic.
     
    “No you’re not, t-there’s blood everywhere and you have those cuts on you,”
     
    “I know this looks bad, but I promise that I’m okay.” she pulled him even closer and noticed the blood staining his fur for the first time, her blood.
     
    “Y-you’re hurt bad, I saw it.” he sobbed, “why are you lying?”
    “MIles, I promise I’m not lying.” she said softly.
     
    “b-but,” he whined.
     
    “Honey, please look at me for a minute, “ she said.
     
    He merely whined and shook his head.
     
    “I know you’re scared, but no matter how scary I look it’s still me.” she said, “I can explain everything to you if you just look up for a minute.”
     
    She put on her best smile as he slowly opened his eyes and looked up, flinching as his eyes met hers. Did she really look that bad from the punch to the nose she took?.
     
    “Is this what you were talking about, here on my tummy?” she noticed him looking down at where she had taken a pretty deep slash to the stomach, “it’s already all gone, look.”
     
    Her fingers found the wound and she gently pulled apart the fabric of her t-shirt to show that the dried blood staining the white fur of her stomach was all that remained of the injury. Cautiously, Miles reached out with one hand and she give him a nod before he carefully ran his fingers over the stain. The look of disbelief on his face told her that this wasn’t going to be easy.
     
    “There was a really bad cut there, I saw it. How did it did go away?” he asked.
     
    “Miles, there’s something I need to explain you. I was going to wait until you were older but it looks like it can’t wait anymore, but you have to keep it a secret for now, okay?”
     
    “Okay,” Miles said softly.
     
    She took a deep breath and thought for a moment, desperately trying to find the words to explain it, “I guess I’ll start slow. Miles, you know how old I am, right?”
     
    “We just had your 26th birthday,” he answered.
     
    “That’s right, but I’ve sort of been lying about my birthday until I was ready to explain all this. Miles, how high can you count?”
     
    “I’m really good with numbers,” he smiled through the tears, “I can count to 100”
     
    At least he was calming down, but this was going to involve a math lesson.
     
    “Very good, do you at least sort of understand what comes after that? How you start counting again until it becomes 200, or even 300?” she asked.
     
    “Kind of, it’s tricky but I knew numbers go really high you can have more than one hundreds,” he said with a sniffle.
     
    “If I said 1100 to you, what you have some idea of how big that is?” she asked.
     
    “That’s like 11 100s, right? That’s really big.” he said, scrunching his face and trying to understand the large number.”
     
    “Yes, and it’s also how old I really am,” and how came he part where she’d fear she’d lose him.
     
    “but you don’t look old,” he said, confusion evident on his face.
     
    “I know, that’s because I don,’t,” she thought for a moment before choosing a better to explain it, “my body doesn’t get older like everyone else’s does. I don’t get wrinkles and my hair doesn’t turn grey or any of that other stuff that happens to old people. I’ll always look I do right now.”
     
    “Why’s that,” he asked.
     
    “I’m something called an Immortal, do you understand what that means?” she asked.
     
    “I think I’ve heard that word in fairy tales, doesn’t it just mean you’re really old, like you said?” he asked.
     
    “Kind of. but is also means that no-one can hurt me, at least permanently because I heal very fast, like you saw and even if something really bad like that happens to me, I’ll just come back ”
     
    “Does that mean you were de-” he once again buried his face on her side before he could finish the last word.
     
    “I’m afraid so, but if it helps you can just think of it like sleeping because I always wake-up,” she gently rubbed the back of his head.
     
    “but you told me it doesn’t happen like that and it sounds like a make-believe story. My head hurts and I’m confused,” he said, his voice still shaking.
     
    “Honey, you know I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this,” she said.
     
    “I know, but I’m scarred and I feel like I’m having a bad dream,” he said.
     
    “Come on, I need to show you something,” she carefully stood up into a crouch and put one arm around his legs and the other around his back, waiting for him to put his arm around her shoulder before lifting him off the floor and carrying him to the couch.
     
    “I need you to listen carefully,” she carefully set him down and sat next to him on the couch, “You’re going to have to trust me for a minute and try not to panic because this might be scary at first, okay?”
     
    “I trust you mama, I’m just scarred.”
     
    “Okay, just try to stay calm,” she felt around her back for her dagger and unsheathed it, making sure to slide it up and carefully grip it by the blade so it would be pointed at her as she showed it to him. It’s not like he had never seen it before, but was still an extra measure to keep from scaring him
     
    “What are you gonna do with your knife?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
     
    “This is the part that might get a little scary, but I need you pay close attention, okay?” almost reflectively, she flipped it around in her hand and choked up on it, so her thumb was resting on the flat of the blade near the tip before placing the edge against the palm of her other hand, causing his eyes to grow wide.
     
    “Mom…” he choked out, “are you going to hurt yourself?”
     
    “It’s okay, just trust me,” she said softly before carefully slicing into her palm and holding it out to him , “watch”.
     
    A familiar tingling sensation quickly replaced the sting of the cut and she noticed his fear turn to curiosity and then amazement as it faintly glowed and gradually disappeared. He cautiously took her hand and she slowly worked her fingers and rubbed the fresh blood with the tips to show him it gone and she was unharmed.
     
    “Do you believe me now?” she asked softly.
     
    His eye’s lit up with excitement that overpowered his prior fear and she nearly fell off the couch as he tackled her with a hug and squealed with joy, causing her to instinctively toss the knife to the floor where he wouldn’t accidently bump into it and cut himself.
     
    “Hey kiddo, you okay?” she chuckled, “I guess you’re feeling better, huh?”
     
    “You were telling the truth about all if, weren’t you?” he asked excitedly
     
    “Of course,” she answered.
     
    “That makes you like some kind of super-hero, just like in my comics,” he squealed, hugging her even tighter, “what makes the magic work?.”
     
    “I’m glad you’re warming up to this,” she laughed, “It’s kinda hard to explain, but immortals have this thing called a quickening, that’s a sort of like, well. a kind of magic inside us. Not only does it heal us but it gives us almost perfect recall and let’s use sense each other,” she explained.
     
    “Perfect recall?” he asked?
     
    “It means I have a really good memory and I don’t forget things easily,” she laughed.
     
    “Does that mean you can tell me stories and stuff about all the cool things you’ve seen?” he asked excitedly
     
    “I don’t see why not, you just have to give me some time to remember some fun ones,” she said. “..but can you let me up”?
     
    “Is something wrong?” he asked with a worried expression.
     
    “No, I just need shower off and change real quick” she touched her nose to his, eliciting a laugh “and then I’m going to give you a bath and help you scrub all this off.”
     
    She’d likely need another shower later after that, but it would give him a chance to settle down before she tried bathing him and keep her from merely making the mess worse with the blood coating her own body and clothing.
     
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    “To think, I’d almost forgot how hard it is to get this stuff out,” she dumped more shampoo in her hand and worked it in the fur on his head before continuing the scrub at the stain.
     
    Miles didn’t seem to mind her efforts and just contentedly played with one of his toy boats as she fought with the now drying smears of blood and mused about how normal parents likely didn’t have to deal with their kids winding up covered in blood unless it involved 911.
     
    Absentmindedly glancing around the bathroom, she smiled when her eyes landed on a bottle of green bubble-bath with a cartoonish depiction of a knight fighting a fire-breathing dragon and decided a small story might distract her if nothing else.
     
    “You know, I knew a real knight once.” she said.
     
    “Really?” he looked up at her with curious eyes.
     
    “Yeah, he was another immortal like me and I was actually the one that had to teach him about it,” she grabbed a washcloth and began scrubbing a spot on his cheek after finally getting out all she could of the stubborn stain on his head.
     
    “He didn’t know?” Miles asked, looking confused.
     
    “Well, we know don’t about it until we get hurt bad enough that it sort of activates and we’re just like anyone else until that happens. If we’re lucky another immortal that’s nice finds us and becomes our friend and teacher, and then later we carry on that tradition when we meet others that need the same,” she explained.
     
    “So you were his teacher, then?” Miles asked.
     
    “That’s right, I wasn’t even 300 years old at the time and he wound up being my first student as well as a close friend,” she sighed as she noticed some dried blood caked behind his ear and started picking it.
     
    “What was he like?” Miles asked, “was he a good knight?”
     
    “The perfect example of one. He was fighting in a war that he thought was to protect his home, until he found out some of of the other knights we’re bad people that were bullying innocent people that had nothing to do with the fighting. He stood up to them and tried to stop it, but they attacked him and and left them in the church where I found him,” she worked her way down to a smeared fingerprint on his shoulder.
     
    “So he protected people?” Miles asked.
     
    “Yes, and he was so dedicated to it that he later created his own order of knights where each and every one promises to help protect people and to never fight unless it’s to protect themselves or someone else, “ she looked in the water behind him and signed when she caught sight of some splatters on one of his tails, “How did you get any on there?”
     
    “Hey, that tickles,” he laughed as she fished it out from under the water and began gently scrubbing it.
     
    “Does it tickle as much as this?” she laughed and playfully tickled one of his ears, causing him to giggle.
     
    “Mom!” he laughed, “you know my ears are sensitive!”
     
    “Why do you think I did that?” she grinned, “I think we’re almost done, so just make sure your personal places are clean and then you can get out, okay? I’ll watch a movie with you so can relax a little before bed.”
     
    “Okay,” she felt him fidget around in the water as scrubbed the last of a spot off his back, “can we watch my favorite movie?”
     
    “Of course,” she chuckled, “I had guessed that you’d want to!”
     
    “I’m all clean now!” he held his arms and she lifted him out, wrapping a towel around him.
     
    “Do you need me to help you dry off?” she asked as she set him down.
     
    “Just my back,” he answered as he awkwardly tried to wring-out one of his tails.
     
    “Turn around,” he complied and she carefully worked the water out of his fur.
     
    “What his name?” Miles asked.
     
    “Who?” she replied, a bit confused.
     
    “Your friend, the knight.” he said, “what’s his name?”
     
    “His name was Jericho,” she smiled “maybe you’ll get to meet him someday”.
     
    “Hey Mom?” MIles asked, “how did you get hurt so bad?”
     
    “Here we go,” she thought to herself, “I was fighting with someone.”
     
    “Was it because they did something bad?” he asked.
     
    “Yes, they attacked me first,” she motioned for him to turn around where she could see his face, “You have to understand there’s bad immortals just like anyone else can be a bad person, and sometimes we fight each other because of that.”
     
    “So the good guys like you have to stop the bad guys?” he innocently asked, “is that why hide your powers sort of like superheroes do?”
     
    “Naivety and innocence, there’s nothing quite as inspiring as the idealism that comes with it. If he can’t conceive of me as anything but the hero of this story, is that a sign I’ve been a good mother?’ She smiled, “Yes, sometimes I have to fight because someone attacks me first, or because I have to protect someone. Keeping it a secret makes it harder for those people to find me and keeps us both safer,” she reached up and helped him dry his head off.
     
    “I think I understand, “he smiled, but she could the disappointment on his face “I promise not to tell anyone, then.”
     
    “Hey, I’m sure someday will make some friends we can really trust and let them on the secret,” she pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead, “That way I won’t have to pretend to be your sister around them when you get older.”
     
    “Okay,” he laughed.
     
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    Things had finally started to calm down and Melinda yawned as she struggled to pay attention to the cartoon playing on the TV, and to Miles talking about various things on the screen like the plane the hero was flying.
     
    The kit was curled up next to her on the couch with his head resting against her side and she had covered him with her coat, which by some small miracle had escaped getting any blood on it. He was clearly struggling to stay awake and finish his movie, but let out a yawn as he tried to huddle up even closer to her.
     
    “Getting sleepy?” she gently stroked one of his ears, “I can carry you upstairs if you want.”
     
    “but I wanna stay with you,” he said.
     
    “Still a little nervous?” she smiled.
     
    “Yes, I just wanna be with you right now”
     
    “If you want, we can just sleep here on the couch for tonight.” she said softly, “would you like that?”
     
    “Can I just go to sleep snuggled up next to you like this? It makes me feel all warm and safe.” he said.
     
    “Of course, honey,” she wrapped her arm around him.
     
    “I love you, mom,” he said with a yawn as he closed his eyes.
    “I love you to, Miles. Goodnight, kiddo.” she shifted her head into a comfortable position, an uneasy task with current arrangement, and let sleep take her as wel
  4. FoxyCryptid
    I LOVED as a kid and watched it everyday I could on IPTV(the local public TV channel), I just downloaded Season 1 an watched the first episode tonight. It was enjoyable and the story and writing seem to have held up fine. I will admit the animation hasn't aged well though. It's that weird of kind of "just okay" where I wouldn't call it bad, but I'd also hesitate to call it good.
     

  5. FoxyCryptid

    My New PC

    By FoxyCryptid,

    Finally for it built
     
     
    PCPartPicker part list / Price breakdown by merchant
     
    CPU: *AMD FX-8320 3.5GHz 8-Core Processor ($139.97 @ OutletPC)
    Motherboard: *Asus M5A97 R2.0 ATX AM3+ Motherboard ($89.79 @ Amazon)
    Memory: *G.Skill Ripjaws X Series 8GB (2 x 4GB) DDR3-1600 Memory ($82.99 @ Newegg)
    Storage: Western Digital Caviar Blue 1TB 3.5" 7200RPM Internal Hard Drive ($54.98 @ OutletPC)
    Video Card: EVGA GeForce GTX 750 Ti 2GB FTW ACX Video Card ($149.98 @ OutletPC)
    Case: Deepcool TESSERACT SW ATX Mid Tower Case ($42.98 @ Newegg)
    Power Supply: Corsair CX 500W 80+ Bronze Certified Semi-Modular ATX Power Supply ($34.99 @ Newegg)
    Optical Drive: LG WH16NS40 Blu-Ray/DVD/CD Writer ($49.99 @ Micro Center)
    Monitor: Asus VN247H-P 23.6" Monitor ($164.30 @ Amazon)
    Total: $809.97
    Prices include shipping, taxes, and discounts when available
    *Lowest price parts chosen from parametric criteria
    Generated by PCPartPicker 2014-11-01 11:21 EDT-0400
     

     

     

  7. FoxyCryptid

    About Lauren Faust

    By FoxyCryptid,

    You know, I love Lauren Faust and all. She did a great job of giving the show it's first breath of life and creating the world and characters, but one thing grinds my gears:
     
    I can't stand the people that kiss up to her to the extent of disrespecting the show's current staff and make it seem like everything without her direct hand in it is automatically garbage.
  9. FoxyCryptid
    I'm sitting here not knowing what to think because I've been doing research on things to finally gain peace of mind about everything and so many of the people I would have respected to some level before have been revealed to me as massive hypocrites and assholes with no excuse or much to be defended for.
     
    I'm at some sort of peace now because I see where I stand clearly, but I don't know if I like it because these people claimed to stand for all the things I love about this fandom and turned out to just be more liars hiding behind a mask to further their own ego and agenda. It's a major letdown because I don't know where to turn or who else is doing the same and I look at the people these individuals have emotionally manipulated with pity and sadness because I now they've been used just as much as any of us.
     
    There's one of these people that hurts more than the others though because I've followed things he's worked on for years and had real respect for him until he fell for it and showed himself to be a self-righteous egotistical ass.
     
    Hear, have this song because through all this I think Mando is one of the best and most sincere out of our big names and this song is an ideal I still believe in:
     

  12. FoxyCryptid
    I just for my copy of the Journal Today, and so far is seems pretty nice. As you can see it's made in the same style as the Elements of Harmony Guidebook. It's the same exact size as well, save for being shorter/thinner(it balances out because it has a lot of text in it, unlike the EoH book which was padded with a lot of pictures)
     


     
    On a quick thumb-through, it has some interesting entries in the Celestia/Luna portion as well(which is the first 2/3 or so of the book, all the journal entries from S4 as printed as well, much the same way the EoH book at all the Friendship Letters in it)
     


     
     
    You can get it for around $11+Shipping at Amazon right now:
     
    http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/0316282243/ref=tmm_hrd_new_olp_sr?ie=UTF8&condition=new&sr=8-1&qid=1403124562
  13. FoxyCryptid
    Okay, so I wound up writing Sonic/Highlander fanfic where Tails has an adoptive mom as an immortal, and that lead to me writing this sad fanfic exploring one of the hellish things about being immortal when I was in a bit of a depressed mood.
     

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    A gentle rain falls like tears onto the fresh dirt as a orange-furred hand traces the name etched into the stone. Her hand wanders over every letter and over the familiar logo of two intertwined tails that had become a fixture in her life over the last 70-odd years.
     
    They say that a mother should never outlive her children, that no parent should ever have to endure that pain, but It’s a feeling I’ve become all too familiar with and something that never gets any easier.
     
    That’s why even though I knew this day would come like it it always does, I can’t believe you’re really gone. I knew from the minute I found you, just a crying baby abandoned in a forgotten cabin on the edge of the woodlands that I would someday watch you drift away just like all the others I’ve raised, while I was destined to keep on living.
     
    Of course, I’m barren just like all of my kind, but that did not matter before and and didn’t matter with you. You were my son, even if not by blood and nothing could ever change that or make me regret one minute of the time I spent by your side.
     
    I watched you grow, and watched your natural gift as an engineer bloom. Even from a young age you were brilliant and had a way with machines of all shapes and sizes. I still remember you tearing down and reassembling every appliance in the house in your pursuit of knowledge and curiosity to know how everything worked.
     
    I also remember your other unique gift well, your twin tails. I almost panicked when you were young and somehow figured out you could use them to fly. You kind of floated around the house for weeks and regularly almost gave me heart-attacks until you got bored and started making a little less use of that ability.
     
    I did my best to protect you from those that always seemed to find pleasure in bullying you and I was your shoulder to cry on when they had teased you or broke your inventions. I remember too many nights when it was all I could to do calm you down as you shook in my arms. They called you mutant, freak, and all manner of other names so vile that it was all I could do keep from losing my temper and putting the fear of God into them myself when you told me.
     
    I tried to keep reminding you not to be ashamed of how you were born, no matter what they said. I reminded you that these gifts were something for you be proud of and that they were all just ignorant of that. Reassuring you that you weren’t alone, that you had me and that someday you’d find people that understood and make friends.
     
    It was something I understood all too well, and I remember the night I had to finally explain my gift to you.
     
    I had… There was a fight and though I survived I was severely wounded and barely managed to crawl home and through the door before collapsing in the middle of the floor, and succumbing to my wounds. I had lost so much blood that they couldn’t heal before the shock to my system stopped my heart. From a biological standpoint I was dead and you returned home before I could re-awaken and clean myself up.
     
    You must have found me that way, not breathing and looking like a bloody mess. The first thing I remember as I came to was you on the floor next to me, curled up against me and begging me to wake up. My first thought was how scarred and upset you must have been, and I cursed myself for letting you find me like this and that this was how you hand to find out.
     
    You must’ve heard me start to breathe because I remember you calling for me,
     
    “M-mom?”
     
    You clung to my side as I forced myself to sit up and took a deep breath. I gently put my around you, pulled you closer.
     
    “Miles, it’s okay.”
     
    “Y-you wouldn’t wake up, and you’re hurt, there’s blood everywhere. You weren’t even breathing. I-I thought.” He stopped there, once again breaking down in a fit of sobs.
     
    At that point I noticed the red staining your fur, it must have happened when you curled up next to me. How could I have been so stupid?
     
    I tried my best to calm you down and show you that I was okay, “Honey, I’m fine. I know this looks bad but I’m I promise that I’m okay.”
     
    “Mom, t-there’s blood everywhere and you look like you’ve been cut.”
     
    “Miles, I need you open your eyes and look at me for a minute, okay?”
     
    You flinched through the tears as you looked up. I guess even if I was fully conscious and alert, I wasn’t a pretty sight and it must have been hard for you to see me like that.
     
    “See honey, I’m fine. There’s not even a scratch.” I gently pulled aside the fabric of my shirt where a wound had once been across my stomach, and where a good deal of the blood likely came from. The white of my stomach fur was still caked with drying blood, but the cut had obviously healed. You reached over, unsure and I nodded. I could feel you relax as you felt the spot for yourself and realized that I was telling the truth.
     
    You were still shaken up, but you seemed calmer, “If you’re not hurt, where did the blood come from and why weren’t you moving?”
     
    I explained it all. I told you all about immortals and our healing factor. I told you how some immortals are bad and that the good guys like me sometimes have to fight them to protect people. I even explained how I was over a thousand years old and how we keep it a secret to protect ourselves and those around us.
     
    You listened intently and I smiled when your eyes started to light-up, in your eyes it must have been like your mom was some super-hero like the ones in your comics. I was just relieved to see you smiling, despite the fact we both looked like something from a crime-scene.
     
    We both managed to get cleaned up (you, with my help) and managed to find an old rug to cover up the stain on the carpet until it could be replaced. I remember you curling up next to me on the couch until you passed out, you must have still been worried despite everything being sorted out.
     
    Things weren’t always a mess though, I remember when Sonic came along and I was thrilled that you had started to make friends, and started to grow into a hero. As much as he could get on my nerves, I think I considered him a son just as much you considered him a brother. God, I imagine I’d never hear the end of it if he was here to hear me say that but it’s truth.
     
    I still remember the day I first spoke to him and told him that I’d strangle him if anything happened to you, but I think he knew I was just happy you made a friend and was just being a mother.
     
    Not long after that Knuckles came along and despite butting heads, he became a member of the team and just as loyal a friend to both of you as you were to each other. I think I shocked him the first we met and I spoke to him the old language, something he didn’t expect from an outsider because it was considered dead to everyone but his bloodline. I had to cover that for the time being with a claim that I had spent time studying ancient languages in university. He believed it, to my shock.
     
    I still remember the day I let both of them in on my secret. There had been an accident and they both thought I was dead, and went looking for you out of worry when you disappeared for a few hours. I guess they assumed the shock made you wonder off. Of course, you had come to meet me on Angel Island so we could plan what to do next. had asked you meet at the shrine because I knew they might turn up there and it was time to tell them. They found us talking around nightfall and Sonic’s reaction was not expected, but understandable.
     
    “SWEET MOBIUS, IT’S A GHOST” He had already climbed one of the pillars that surrounded the central altar, Knuckles had just fainted the minute he saw me.
     
    You had convinced Sonic that I WASN’T any sort of walking undead or vengeful spirit by the time Knuckles had come to, but explanations had to wait because he promptly saw me and fainted again.
    It was a fun time.
     
    You made other friends like Amy and Cream, the later of which become your wife years much later on.. Can’t say I was surprised by that as much I was surprised that Sonic finally fell for Amy.
     
    I think I spent most of your wedding day alternating between crying and jumping with joy because you had come so far and were finally finding happiness of some kind. I do apologize if it was embarrassing having me and your then-future mother-in-law clinging to each other and crying in the front row. That always happens to me at weddings.
     
    The years flew by after that until you and her had your first child, who of course called me Aunt Mel until she was old enough to understand that I was her grandma. Her brother followed. You did a little better Sonic, who managed to forget Amy when rushing to the hospital the day he became a father. I still never thought that was actually possibly until he proved me wrong, and I told all about how in over a millennium of living I had never seen someone actually do that.
     
    I watched them grow as I did you. I saw them through school and college, and then finally through their own weddings and the birth of their children, your grandchildren and I’ll never regret that I could be there to see it.
     
    Time isn’t always kind though, I watched you and your friends grow older the whole time and watched…
     
    I watched time and time again as the moment I fear most about my relationships with mortals came, and every single one was called home, one by one.
     
    I-I just. I know this is how it has to happen, that’s how it always happens, but I always feel so helpless. I would’ve protected you from anything, but with all my strength and all my skills with a blade, it was the one thing I couldn’t protect you from that took you from me. The one enemy I couldn’t fight and will never be able to.
     
    I guess that is my price to pay for being immortal. I held you in my arms as a baby, not long after you entered this world and breathed your first and I held you again as time finally took you and you breathed your last. The fact I was able to be there for you until the end is one of the few solaces I have, that you didn’t have to die alone.
     
    You went last, and so I can take another in the hope that wherever you are, your friends were waiting for you and welcomed you home. I know the man you considered a brother went nearly ten years before and your wife went five. I know how much you missed them both dearly and now you’ll all be re-united. As much as it hurt me to see you go and as much as I damn myself, a part of me of me knows that you had nothing to fear from being called home.
    I don’t remember everything from the first time I crossed over and was sent back, but I remember I was in a place that I did not fear and I remember it was a kind voice that told me it wasn’t my time and it belonged to someone that hadn’t forsaken me, but instead had granted me a gift and intended that I have a purpose. I remember telling you that and describing the glimpse of paradise I saw as you began to fade and grew scarred.
     
    In that moment you we’re a child that needed his mother, just as you we’re when you came into this world.
     
    I just want to know that even now with me heart breaking, I don’t regret any of it and I’d live every second with you again, even if it meant suffering this pain again.
     
    Goodbye, Miles, and know that I will always love you. You may be a hero to Mobius, but to me you’ll always be my son.
  14. FoxyCryptid
    This what I got, nothing to out of the ordinary aside from buying so many
     

     
    HOWEVER what I paid for them at Wal-Mart is the amazing part and the explanation for why I got so many (aside from being excited to actually find some more cards)
     

  16. FoxyCryptid
    I'm sure some of you are wondering why I was MIA for a while, and that would be why. She unexpectedly passed due to lung cancer related complications Sunday night and it happened to fast that it kind of put everyone around here in shock. A part of me still can't believe it even though I was in the ICU the night before crying over her bed and saying goodbye.
     
    The one thing pulling me through is that everything I believe and feel tells me she's in a better place, and that she's finally up there with my father and sister. I can just imagine him in full dress-uniform with his hat in hand, and the sound of dress-boots echoing down the hallway as he walked into that hospital room and told her it was time to come home and that her daughter was waiting to see her again. They may have been divorced but they remained close-friends.
     
    My stepdad even mused that as we we're driving up the hospital Sunday morning after we got the call, she was probably already up there sitting at the kitchen table and drinking coffee with my grandparents just the way she always did when we went to visit before they passed away.
  17. FoxyCryptid
    I was just sitting here thinking about some things and it struck. I finally figure out the massive appeal of being in a fandom.
     
    It's almost a form of escapism. It's a way for those of us that may have to deal with harsh criticism for our interests and choices in entertainment to break from a sometimes cold, cruel and judgement world, if only for a few minutes. It's comforting and warm to be around people like yourself, and be accepted as part of the team for your oddities instead of mocked or shunned for it.
     
    I think I've come to realize that over time. I've come realize that kind of acceptance can mean the world when you're in a shitty mood. I've also come to realize that it feels better to take part in the harmless enthusiasm than to mock people for showing their love of things they enjoy. I've understood that more and more with each thing the world seems hell bent on making me ashamed of enjoying. Even if it's only for a moment behind the glow of a computer screen coming to a place like these forums that feels so warm and accepting can take my mind off the worlds troubles.
     
    I almost wonder if the world would be a better place if everyone was a little geeky. Maybe we'd all spend our time playing video games, cards, tabletop games, going to massive conventions, or cos-playing just to make people smile instead of pointless wars and fighting over petty politics.
     
    I guess we can all only dream.
  19. FoxyCryptid
    I finally went and loaded my pre-paid up and ordered my stuff(I hope I got the right cables, my drives didn't come with any) My monitor came with a video cable and audio cable, and my GPU came with it's power cord. Attached Thumbnails





  20. FoxyCryptid
    Dear Indie Horror game makers, I'm getting really sick of you remaking "I Can't See Shit: The Game.", I feel as though you were going for "nothing is scarier" but I feel like I could have gotten the same experience by merely turning off the lights in my bathroom and sitting in there until my eyes lose focus and I begin to hallucinate.
     
    I know you probably put tons of work into the designing the game world, and I would very much like to see it and admire that hard work for myself.
  23. FoxyCryptid
    I've been thinking about my place in the fandom and community and come to realize something. I did watch the show when I got up the courage, and I did legitimately enjoy it, and still do. I legitimately enjoyed the awesome fan-work and still do.
     
    I feel like I came into this in an academic back in 2011 though. I feel like I was more enthralled with the strangeness and newness of all this and more interesting in learning about the community than being a part of it, and lead me to wear a bit of a mask to try to fit in. That's changed though, I feel like I legitimately became a part of this and some point and mask was no longer a mask and that was a happy moment.
     
    There's also some sadness to it though. I don't know if was the newness, the thrill of the first fitting in, or just my own nostalgia goggles because I was just a teenager fresh out of High-School at the time but I feel like times have gotten hard and I've gotten bitter(and it's a bitterness I don't want) I almost wish I could back and live out those first months again and maybe do something different to prevent my attitude, to retain my optimism about the fandom and stay idealistic, and maybe pray all hell and drama didn't break lose and live that place in shambles.
     
    I guess I'm posting to ask for help. Maybe someone here can help me restore my faith in the fandom and shed my judgemental-ness, and capture some of that old magic again, as stupid as it sounds.
  24. FoxyCryptid
    Heavy Rain seems good so far, like someone gave one of those really art and story focused indie titles a huge budget. Although, I can tell it's going be a emotional trip because I've only played for about an hour and it's almost broken me a couple times already.
     
    I like how it's trying be kind of like one of the old FMV adventure games, but actually good. This is also the first time I've extensively used the six-axis controls on the PS3 and they seem to work well.
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