1. The first character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise
11. Favorite character
12. My five favorite characters
13. My five least favorite characters
14. Which character I am most like
15. My deep, dark fandom secret
And Kat gave me Resident Evil, Devil May Cry and Soul Eater.
( and you take it like a whore )
Aaaand, let's see. Exams are over now. I need to unwiiiind... RE5 on the 360 later, maybe. Right now I'm keeping an eye on the dog. Just finished playing DSC a bit, Alfred is so silly, the poor man. Almost makes me want to app him
I want to give Wesker a new layout again...
Other than that, not - OH wait lmao, I was playing RE4 last night and made a right idiot of myself getting killed by Krauser twice because I was checking Plurk instead of playing and then I got killed by the goddamn lasers. Also, I am still pretty good at DMC3. SSSTLYLISH~ Also, also! I snuck up on that one regenerator, I was so impressed with myself. The eyes are so horrible.
Oh, yeah, Sarah, I added you on Plurk, though I know you don't use it, lmao.
And pffffft, Silent Hill: Shattered Memories comes out on the 5th March. I want it, you get to colour stuff in.
I'm currently extremely happy with myself. You see, the other day I was feeling in a very 'rantish' mood and so who better to rant to than to one of the editors of my favourite gaming magazine, PSM3? At first it was a sort of complaint about their rating for DMC4 (which was 80) and how it's not that difficult and then it sort of morphed into a big rant about girl gamers and porn and stuff. I also went into 'fangirl mode' a little bit. Or maybe a lot. I sort of said: MOAR SHIRTLESS GUYS! I kinda think this may have lowered the tone of my whole email.
Anyway, after my email, got one back today saying that they agreed with my points and that from their April issue, they'll be cutting down the number of pages in their magazine! Okay, I probably didn't bring this about, but it's great to see that I wasn't just blabbering to myself (and I did do a lot of blabbering, believe you me.) I'm really happy that they took the time to reply, even if they sort of ignored some of my ranting, which is understandable really.
Anyway, I just feel really happy. The sun was out today, even thought it's February, school's going pretty well, I got my mates online and offline, and I have DMC4... it's like my life has just come together suddenly! Everything's gone so well!
Ha, I came on here thinking I'd make a super long post but now I seem to have very little so say. One thing, I can't figure out how to link to other people's LJs. I'm so thick sometimes. Bleeeeh. Still, life going well. I bet something's gonna come along and mess it up now!
And hi to my LJ friends... I like having you guys as friends. 'Cos of course I only choose the coolest to be my friends XD
But no time! BECAUSE MORE DMC4 STUFF HAS BEEN RELEASED! The last trailer for this year is up and it blew my mind. My brother watched it with me and gave me funny looks every time I squealed.
And I squealed quite often. Firstly when I saw Dante tossing Yamato around (YES, VERGIL'S SWORD!). In fact, let's see...
Dante throws Yamato about
Me: DANTE quit disrespecting Yamato!
Agnus is being evil
Me: Frigging copycat, the whole yelling "MINE" thing has been done.
Dante turns away from giant floating thing
Me: Dante get your leather coated ass back there RIGHT NOW
Giant statue appear ominously
Me: Oooh. Pwetty
Dante uses Pandora's Box
Me: WOW FIREWORKS! Oh, MISSILES!
Dante and his Gay Rose of Death
Me: oaidhoasduahdihuas LMAO *repeats this bit over and over*
Nero gets pwned
Me: Hey, did you see his FACE?! Ha... I mean, poor Nero. Ouch
Yeah. You kinda get the idea.
So, the trailer is awesome and DMC4 is looking set to be an epic game. I showed it to a friend of mine and she had the audacity to say "It's very KH." SHE HASN'T EVEN PLAYED KINGDOM HEARTS! She only knows about it because I babble on and on about DMC/KH/Death Note/obsessions to her during Latin and Science and Maths. And French. Only in French I actually have to babble in French. But yes, the trailer does have an air of Final Fantasy/Kingdom Hearts about it, but I feel it is countered by Dante and his rose. Gotta love that rose.
Also, DMC4 prologue is on Youtube. Also extremely cool, Nero dispatches demons very easily while being late for Kyrie's big concert HA! You see Dante at the very end, atop a roof. I'm kinda frazzled now, I've been freaking out loads.
Back to mah life... eh, GCSE mock exams soon. Not the real thing but they'll be used to predict our grades in the summer. Not too worried, if I'm honest, I consider myself pretty good in my subjects, I'll be fine. I have been told that I am capable of getting straight A*s in all my subjects and I seriously want to achieve that. Already on my way, took my Maths one last year and after a few mishaps, finally got my A*. This year I'm doing Additional Maths. Admittedly, I'm a bit worried about that, but if I revise, it'll all come good!
Ugh, had to pick my A-Level options. Hate picking stuff. But got it done in the end.. I'm kinda trailing off now. Reckon I need anger management actually. I get pissed off very easily and I'm not good at staying calm. For example, when Demyx killed me AGAIN, I threw my controller against the wall so hard that I dented the wall and the controller's casing came loose. The rumble thing doesn't always work now either, I might have broken that. And last time my PC froze, I threw a hairbrush against another wall and left a hole in it... Whoops. Anyway, that's me done for now.. one last thing...
I made that and I. Love. It.
Edit: I just LOVE how LJ tells you "You've only made ___ friends!" Makes me sound like some sort of sad loner.
Chapter One - The Call
The Daily Prophet had screeched the news with what could be taken as barely disguised joy - the Ministry of Magic had been invaded once again, by none other than He Who Must Not Be Named. Even Rita Skeeter had gone to town with the story and all over the country, people demanded Rufus Scrimgeour's removal from office. It wasn't just the invasion that drove them to this - it was the consequences of such an invasion.
For about thirty-six hours, absolutely nothing happened. The wizarding community held its breath as the Muggle world passed by, unaware of the drama unfolding. And then suddenly the calm before the storm was shatted. Creatures appeared, the likes of which had never been seen before but their purpose was all too clear - to attack, to maim, to kill. Before long England was overrun with the beasts and absolutely nobody knew what to do about it.
HOGWARTS BESIEGED BY MONSTERS
"Trapped," Harry Potter said bleakly, tossing the paper onto the table. The Great Hall was filled with muted whispers and the fact that only half its pupils had returned did not account for the relative silence. Of these pupils, two had been killed, three mauled by the nameless horrors that awaited outside. Even Peeves was morose, his pranks half-hearted at best. Ron picked up the newspaper and flicked through it for the fifth time while Hermione's fretful glances kept returning to the Headmistress, who was staring balefully into her bowl of porridge.
"We've got to do something," Harry muttered, repeating a line often said for the past week. Nobody was allowed to venture outside. Outside, hundreds uypon hundreds of bloodthirsty beats stalked the grounds. The centaurs had initially refused outside help but had eventaully been forced to evacuate before the Forest was overrun. Nobody knew how the unicorns were faring and Hagrid was almost constantly silent in his concern over Grawp. So far, not even the Aurors had been able to free the school. It was not just the monsters keeping them at bay - Death Eaters had been sighted and it was thought that the Dark Lord himself was present at times. And there were whispers of another enemy, worse than the Dark Lord. This menace had no name, had not been seen, but still the rumours flew.
"There's nothing we can do, Harry," Hermione said, breaking the silence again.
"I know! It just pisses me off! Surrounded by monsters with nowhere to go and Voldemort's out there and I'm a sitting duck! I haven't even found any of his -"
"Shut up," Ron interjected warningly. Harry's outburst was attracting stares. They were the only three who knew about the Horcruxes and Harry intended to keep it that way.
"What's McGonagall doing about this?" asked Harry furiously.
"I'm sure she's doing all she can -" Hermione began but Harry cut across her.
"She isn't! She's sitting there, looking at her breakfast!" With that, Harry leapt up and stalked towards the staff table. Ron and Hermione exchanged uneasy glances and followed their friend.
Headmistress McGonagall didn't look up until Harrd was stood right in front of her and had made his presence known by clearing his throat. She glanced up at him and Harry hesitated. She seemed so... lost. But he was determined to have his say.
"Professor, we have to do something," he said firmly. "We can't just stay in here, waiting for them. I need to get out of here - !"
"I would prefer it if you could lower your voice, Harry," Professor McGonagall interrupted. Stares were once more being directed at him. "I think it would be best if we discussed this in my office. You three come with me." She glanced to her left, where Remus lupin sat, having accepted the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher once more. "You too Remus. And Hagrid." She stood up swiftly anmd the group moved off to her office. Harry's mind was filled with plans but he couldn't think of a way out of this mess.
As they entered the office, whispers erupted - the portraits were awake and curious as to why such a crowd had arrived. The mutterings continued until a raised voice cut across them. "I hope you all realise that it is very rude to whisper."
Harry's lurched, as it always did upon hearing the voice of the dead Albus Dumbledore. He turned to see Dumbledore's portait smiling at him, spectacles twinkling.
"Looking well, Harry," the portrait noted. Harry nodded, unable to think of a response. What made it worse was that he had not yet started his mission to retrieve the Horcruxes, something he suspected Dumbledore knew, even if he was only portrait.
"It must be a serious matter indeed for you all to have arrived," Dumbledore added gravely.
Harry found his voice again. "It's these monsters sir. We can't wait for them to starve us out -"
"We wouldn't starve," objected Hagrid in a rather plaintive voice.
"Maybe not, but those things can wait. We're not getting any younger."
"The Aurors have tried everything," Lupin put in. His face was etched with ever deepening wrinkles - he always feared for Tonks's safety, who had taken it upon herself to be at the front line of every assault. "But the beasts just keep coming. There's no end to the damn things."
Dumbledore frowned, his keen glance trained on Professor McGonagall. "There is one cource of action left, is there not, Minerva?"
McGonagall appeared rather put out. "Well, yes, Albus, but you know how I feel -"
He interrupted her protests sharply. "You are also aware of my feelings in the matter." A statement rather than a question.
"Of course but his methods are rather unorthodox."
"Orthodox methods will not get you out of this situation," said Dumbledore sternly and then a familiar twinkle appeared in his eyes. "In any case, I'm certain you only object to him because of his vocabulary."
She bristled at that but Dumbledore spoke before she could protest further. "Call him. No more arguing. This is not a time for division." Mc Gonagall whirled on Lupin, who shrugged helplessly. Either he had no idea what the two were on about or he did not want to disagree with Dumbledore. Hagrid's reaction was the same.
"Oh very well." To the surprise of most of the room's occupants, McGonagall rooted through a cabinet and extracted an anciet telephone.
"What's a fellytone doing in Hogwarts?" Ron asked in amazement.
"Telephone," Hermione correct in a distracted voice. The Headmistress ignored Ron's question and pulled out a dust covered notebook, before flicking through it.
"I made a few adjustments to it," Dumbledore said brightly. "It works in the school and will call any number in the world. Never caught on though. Most wizards prefer owls or Floo powder. No silly business with wrong numbers that way."
Ron began saying that Mr Weasley would love such an item but McGonagall shushed him as she clutched the handpiece, her knuckles almost white. Somewhere, a phone was ringing.
Chapter Two - Dartboard
"Take that, you evil bastard."
Each word was punctuated by a brief whistling and a thump, the last such thump accompanied by a mirthless snicker. The darts were embedded in a recently acquired dartboard, and had pierced an even more recently acquired photo. This photo depicted a short fat man, hair brushed into a pathetic combover, sweat streaming into small piggy eyes. In a word, the man was ugly, a fact the dart thrower was taking extreme pleasure in.
"How did you like that, you lump of lard?" Thick boots clumped on the floorboards as the man stalked over and yanked the darts out. This was no mean feat, as the darts had been embedded half way and no ordinary man could have yanked them out. But it had not been an ordinary man who'd thrown them.
The man in question was called Dante and was in fact half-human. The other half was demon and the two combined to create a tall man with highly toned muscles and piercing blue eyes. Nothing particularly strange then, until you noticed the hair - and you certainly would, because it was pure white. Yet his face was not wrinkled or lined, but youthful. It was possible to describe him in two words - either 'devilishly handsome' or 'bloody weird'. Dante generally preferred the former.
"Thirty percent increase," came the irritated mutterings. "As if I'm not stretched enough as it is." Another dart flew through the air. "I'm down to two pizzas a week already! The guy's trying to starve me out." At first Dante's great fondness had rapidly depleted the business funds until Trish pointed out sourly that at this rate they would be bankrupt within months.
It was at times like this that Dante sincerely wished Lady had not departed for Australia, or Asia - or maybe Europe, Dante forgot which - to set up her own branch of the demon-hunting business, though she had refused to change the name to Devil Never Cry. Dante would have preferred to argue out the pizza thing with her; he would have lost but it was infinitely easier than arguing with one's own mother.
Well... lookalike mother.
That was the problem though. Trish was not only a carbon copy of the deceased Eva in looks, but she sounded the same and even acted like a mother! Dante growled in frustration. What was a badass demon hunter to do?
For the moment, throw darts.
Thump. Thump. Ring. Thump.
Hang on. Darts did not ring. They only thumped. It was not within a dart's ability to ring. Whistle, yes. Thump, yes. Ring, no. Unless of course bells were attached. But who'd want ringing darts? Dante thought, mind still caught up with thirty percent. Surely you would want silent darts, otherwise they would be useless as a weapon and what else were darts for, afterall? Apart from playing darts, but -
"Dante, answer that phone or so help me I will ram it down your throat!" There was the motherly yell of Trish, coming from the bathroom where she was no doubt washing her hair. Again. Phone. Oh... phone. That explained the ringing. See, darts could not ring, as Dante had argued with himself...
The phone was ringing.
"Aha!" yelled Dante, suddenly overcome with joy. A call at last!
Sorry to end so suddenly, the chapter's not done, but that's all I got so far ^^
This fact may worry some of you, but I brought a couple of plastic guns along, because Shadow wanted to get a pic of us doing the JACKPOT thing. And we forgot to do it, didn't we!!! GWAAAAAH!! Oh well. I managed to yell a whole bunch of DMC quotes, oh yes indeed. There was this ride called Mega Motion and it kinda swung you round and... yeah, anyway, at the top, I yelled "JACKPOT!!!!" at the top of my voice and then as we went round and up again, I would yell stuff like "BLAST OFF!" Eventually I worked my way round to "Might controls everything... you are not worthy as my opponent..." and then finally I was screeching "DIE". I'm not sure if people thought I was insane. It's highly possible I guess XD.
And then we went back to Femke's house and had food and Coca-Cola (the sixth love of my life, or thereabouts) and then we watched Doctor Who! It was AMAZING! We all kept sqeualing at random parts - well, I did. If Shadow squealed, it was discreet squealing. And I won't say anything about the episode in case of spoilers except WOW!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, I made this using Sara's tutorial *hugs the lovely thing* and I'm really proud of it so...
That's about it for now, I just needed to say... stuff... oh and I just got back from swimming with my siblings and I reek of chlorine. Lovely.