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  1. Heh... Ivan is REALLY going to love this thread now.
  2. I'm sorry. You're a hero... and you have to leave by Ruinus *** “You’ll do it because it’s the right thing to do.†He frowned at that, he always hated when she said that. It always left him feeling betrayed or abandoned, it reminded him who was and what he had to do. He didn’t like the reminder, and his silence scared her. “You’ll do it won’t you love? You- you have to.†Whatever hurt he felt never lasted long. He’d always look at her eyes and realized that she felt just as betrayed and abandoned as he did, perhaps even more so. She began looking at him with pleading eyes, growing increasingly desperate at every moment of his silence. She cried, tears beginning to pool around her deep blue eyes. He closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms, shushing her as he started to play with her flame colored hair. “Shhhh,†he cooed, “shhhh. I know dear, I know what I have to do.†he paused as he felt her shake with her sobs, “I just don’t want to leav-“ “Don’t go.†She whispered, her voice shaking. “I mean, you will. But, not now… look, it’s late.†She continued, her voice gaining some stability as she went, “It’s late, you can’t go now love. You’ll need to be rested, you need to get some food.†She slowly pried herself from their embrace, and quickly turned around, ashamed at her tears as he saw her wipe her eyes and comb her hair with her small hands. “I have to do my part too. You’ll stay here tonight; you’ll stay here with me.†She began fiddling with her hands, and he noted her voice began to lose some of its confidence. “You’ll stay tonight,†she turned around quickly; he would have been surprised had he not seen her do this before, “if you want. Unless there’s somewhere else you want to go, with someone else...†“You know there isn’t. You’re the only one dear.†Everyone else is dead. She smiled as her eyes sparkled, and nodded quickly. “Thank you.†“Uh, you’re welcome?†he responded quite unsurely, earning him another look at her smile. “Go inside love, I was just about to sit down to dinner. No, don’t worry;†she added when he saw his startled glance at a new grave nearby, “I buried him next to my dad and mom,†she said in a whisper, “I think… Mr. Ingo wasn’t himself, and he was my family. You, well you were there. You saw the look in his eyes at the end.†An uncomfortable silence passed by them. I’m sorry I couldn’t save him. “Now get inside, take off those damn gloves and boots, they look filthy. I’ll be right in after I tend to Epona, and-“ “Link?†*** The Hero of Time’s eyes opened up to see the familiar soft glow of his fairy. Navi flitted to and fro before him, attempting to catch his attention. “Get your mind on the task at hand! You can go back later.†She added tersely, causing Link to throw her an angry glare. She always did this before or after visits to the Ranch, and maybe he knew why. “Right, later.†He said in the most even voice he could, though both of them knew there would be no ‘later’. He groaned as he pulled himself up in a sitting position, realizing he had fallen asleep and tipped over. Blinking a few times as he fought off the feeling of exhaustion he reached into a small pouch on his belt and pulled out a small bottle of Lon Lon milk and drank half of it down. “Sorry for snapping at you,†his fairy said as she sat down on Link’s shoulder, playing with the strap that held the Master Sword’s sheath, something she always did when she was embarrassed. “But we really have to keep moving. Do you hear music?†“Yes I do,†he finally said, “It’s him, he’s playing a piano upstairs. The Princess is with him.†“How do you know what?†she asked. “The same way I know a lot of things.†“Oh.†He’d never told her, but then again how could he? How could he tell her he knew she would leave him? That he’d seen her leave and disappear, just up and fly out the window of the Temple of Time and out of his life hundreds of times. He looked at Navi, and wondered if he would always lose her, if there was nothing he could do to make her stay. He had tried to save everyone he knew the first time this happened, the first time he had to repeat his life. He’d ran full speed towards the Great Deku Tree as soon as he acquired the Kokiri Sword and Shield, bolting past Mido and ignoring his shouts to stop and listen to him. He failed. The Great Deku Tree died as he always did. He tried dissuading Saria from spending time in the Lost Forest, he begged her to ignore the pleas of help from the Forest Temple and the spirits within. She never listened, and he always arrived 7 years too late, she was always captured and killed, he’d only ever see her as a Sage from then on. He always tried running across the large room of lava and burning rocks in an effort to reach Darunia before he could enter Volvagia’s chamber, or always asked him to wait, to head back to the Goron city and see to his people. But the old Goron would always enter the chamber alone, he’d never stop and wait for Link, or he’d never hear him. Link would trip, of be distracted by an enemy, or a small volcanic eruption, there was always something. Link would always enter the chamber to see the charred and half eaten corpse of his Big Brother. Ruto was the same. She never waited for him, swimming gracefully into the depths of the Water Temple, following the currents straight to her death. He could never remove the iron boots that anchored him to the ground fast enough to follow, he could never swim and catch up to her, whenever he asked her to go outside or stay with him, she brushed him off as a love struck fiancé, and that “there will be time for that later darling.†There never was a later, he’d always reach her body, strangled and broken by Morpha. He always cried when he saw her like that. Whenever he tried rescuing Nabooru from the twin witches as a child he never had any rope, any lifeline to rescue her from the quicksand that swallowed her up, and as an adult, despite his careful movements and strikes from his blade, Nabooru’s brainwashed body would always be fatally wounded in their battle. She’d always be killed by his hand, and even though she had gasped more than once that it wasn’t his fault, he always felt as if he was her murderer. It was always the same. He was never strong enough, he was never fast enough, he was never persuasive enough to save his friends. They would always die. They had to die. But Navi? The little blue fairy that was sitting at his shoulder? The girl who he’s never had a clear look at? She always left of her own accord. No matter how nice he was to her, how much he talked to her, how many times he told her he was glad to finally have a fairy companion, she always left. “Link?†she said, her voice low, and he suddenly felt her embrace him, her tiny body resting against his cheek. “I know it’s hard,†she said in a soothing voice she always used to calm him down, he realized he had tears streaming down his cheeks, “but we have to do this. It’ll finally be over.†“Right. Right.†He said, composing himself as he stood up, checking and rechecking all his equipment and nonchalantly wiping away his tears as they mixed in with the dust, sweat, grime and blood that was layered on his body and clothing. He lifted a finger and gently caressed Navi where he imagined her head to be, and soon felt what he imagined to be her hands and face nuzzling against his finger. “Thank you, you’re one of my best friends.†“You are too.†She said before they both became serious again. “Now let’s go, let’s finish what we started years ago.†“Yes. Ganondorf dies this time.†*** The two didn’t talk as they walked up the stairs, though in Link’s case it was simply because he had walked up this path so many times that he knew it by heart, he advanced up the stair case with his eyes closed, counting each step in his mind. Navi never noticed. After 227 steps up the twisting flights of stairs and 18 steps along the terrace in which the stairs ended he opened his eyes and saw before him a giant metal door, the same minimal decoration of a dull gold sun flourishing from the center, the rays extending outwards. “Navi,†he whispered as he drew the Master Sword from its sheath and readied his Hylian shield before him, taking a stance that that lowered his center of gravity, “get behind me, or hide.†He saw her wings momentarily stop in midair, a gesture of surprise amongst the fairy folk, “Trust me Navi. Hide.†As soon as she dimmed and vanished with a familiar swish, Link pushed forward, the door suddenly disappearing upwards as he approached it at full speed, opening the way towards a spacious room devoid of any decoration save the red and gold rug beneath his feet and the giant organ ahead of him, both of which were already dissolving back into the magic Ganondorf had formed them with. Zelda, trapped above in a brilliant pink colored prison, gasped as Link charged in. This was the moment when, in another time, Ganondorf had opened up with a petty speech, demanding the remaining pieces of the Triforce be returned to him. Already Link saw a flash on his sword hand, and one on Zelda’s and he quickly sidestepped as a ball of energy zipped past him, his entire body responding by the near miss as its intense heat washed over him, a giant bloom expanding behind him. Link swung his blade wide, bringing it down in front of the man ahead of him. Ocean blue eyes met with fiery red ones as the two combatants locked eyes, the Master Sword being repelled by a magical field on Ganondorf’s right hand, the Triforce of Power blazing brightly on it. No matter how much Link pressed forward, his blade never even connected with his hand, the mad man didn’t even seem mused. “We meet again boy.†He spat, the rage of a thousand failed conquests evident in his voice, “How many times will you be pulled along by events you can’t control, a prison you can’t escape?†He snarled as he suddenly pushed forward and knocked Link clean across the room, the Hero of Time smashing against the wall with a sickening thud while Ganondorf flung his other hand forward, a crushing wave moving forward and slamming into Link back into the wall, the entire room shaking as he did so. Link grit his teeth and cursed under his breath as he saw the protective barrier of Naryu’s Love shine brightly as it took the brunt of the attack. Link started running as soon as he caught his footing, his head ringing from the shock of the attack. He ran a wide circle across the room, Ganondorf’s attacks going wide and far as balls of light splashed all around the room with an electric crackle. Link learned a long time ago that Ganondorf would out power him all the time, every time. The only thing that kept him alive was staying on his toes and outfoxing the much stronger opponent, he wondered how he survived his first encounter with the red haired man. He brought his shield up as one of Ganondorf’s attacks struck, the hairs on his body standing up on end as their energy washed around his shield, his hand burning slightly under the attack. Both of them new what came next, Link dropped to the ground, his shield covering his body as his hand lowered the Master Sword and dug into his bag, the enchanted item bringing forth whatever he willed in his mind. Ganondorf roared from the center of the room, his blood red cape billowing behind him, “Not this time boy!†and brought his hands forward as light erupted from them and struck Link’s shield, pushing him behind and lightning up the room in an impressive display of power. The shield melted and warped under the barrage, glowing a bright red is it deteriorated under explosions of light that nearly blinded Link through his closed eyes. Had Link and Ganondorf not gone through these exact movements several times before, Link’s aim would have surely been off. Link flung the molten metal away from him, his hands clutching several bombs he had lit behind his shield flying out towards Ganondorf, who simply gave a wrapped himself in his cloak as the explosives detonated around him, gusts of flames and shards of metal flying about the room, his magical shielding faltering under the assault. Moments later a giant gust of wind cleared the entire room of smoke, Ganondorf’s tattered cloak falling towards the ground, embers eating away at scorched sections. “You are weak, you’ve never been able to stand against me on equal grounds, always scurrying about like a rat and hiding, cheating an-“ his speech was suddenly cut off as an arrow tipped with light flew past his face shearing off his left ear in a gush of blood. In a fit of rage he suddenly flew forward faster than Link had ever seen him bringing a fist straight into his stomach before he had time to drop his bow and defend himself. He doubled over in pain as all the air escaped his lungs only to receive another punch to the side of his face. He twisted with the blow, the only thing he could do to avoid having his neck broken by the swing and saw a bright blue flash of light. “Link! Get up!†Navi screamed from under his hat as he felt her small hands pull on his hair in a vain attempt to lift him up to his feet. Link struggled up, only to fall back down again, the blow to his head having dazed him more than he realized. He heard footfalls as Ganondorf approached him, wild laughter coming from the man. “How does it feel to finally taste failure? You’ve failed, it’s taken hundreds of years, but you’ve finally failed. And now,†Link suddenly saw the room darken, the man above him condensing all the light in the room into the final killing blow, “I’ll finish something I started all those years ago when I didn’t kill a small boy with a toy sword and wooden shield.†Ganondorf’s face erupted into a crazed grin as his eyes widened in anticipation. He readied himself and-“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!†Link had blindly dug into his pocket and taken out a Bomb-Chu, in his daze he had decided that doing anything was better than doing nothing. The Bomb-Chu had been running about unnoticed by Ganondorf, and in a stroke of luck, detonated exactly behind the man. Both he and Link were flung backwards, landing close to each other in a heap and the Hero of Time quickly got his bearings on the situation. Ganondorf lay next to him, his back a mess of mangled flesh, shards of metal sticking painfully out of his back, blood and skin flacking off in sick clumps. Taking this opportunity, Link suddenly balled his hand into a fist and punched the man with all his might, momentary disgust entering his mind as his gauntleted hand connected with the sickly tangle of flesh and bone. He had some satisfaction as Ganondorf let out a howl of pain and jumped to his feet, bringing the Master Sword down in an arc, intent on finishing this now. He yelled as he swung the blade high in the air, his eyes suddenly stunned by a flash of light, and terrible force that yanked the Master Sword out of his hand, twisting his wrist at an unnatural angle. Link blindly swung his free hand out and felt it caught by a hand. When the stars in his eyes cleared he saw Ganondorf, shot with bloodlust eyes and breathing heavily. “THIS ENDS NOW, RETURN THE TRIFORCE TO ME!†They both screamed, Ganondorf in a fit of rage as he summoned his power which burned Link’s hand, while Link yelled out in pain. He swung another fist at Ganondorf and connected with his face, shattering the man’s nose and on his second try both hands were caught by his still yelling opponent, light shining from his palms as he burned Link’s flesh. The two struggled for a while, one trying to break free and the other intent keeping a hold on his enemy and soon the smell of roasting flesh made its way to Link’s nose, his hands under a pain he’d felt several times. “Link!†Navi suddenly darted out of his hat and flew straight at Ganondorf’s face, “GET OFF HIM YOU BASTARD!†and flew straight into his eye temporarily blinding the man. It was all Link needed and in a flash he brought up his knee, hitting the older man in the groin and reaching towards his back, his hand grasping an arrow and bringing it down in an arc straight into Ganondorf’s neck. A jet of blood was spat into his face as the arrow connected with the Dark Lord’s jugular, and suddenly the man’s movements became erratic and rushed. Link forced the arrow in deeper, little beams of light jutting out through the wound in Ganondorf’s neck and mouth. Ganondorf’s eyes focused on him and his hands shot out and clamped down on Link’s neck and the green garbed man responded by shooting his hand out and grasping at Ganondorf’s neck. The Hero of Time felt his neck burn and sizzle, he could feel the skin on his neck curl up and burn and char under Ganondorf’s renewed assault, but they both new it was almost over, the Great King of Evil was dying. Link suddenly slammed Ganondorf’s head against the floor, freeing his neck when he felt Ganondorf’s hands press up against his chest. “LINK!†He suddenly felt a tremendous push upwards, magical energies slamming into him and felt his arm, which had kept a vice grip on the vile man’s neck, dislocate at the shoulder, but it held. He landed with a thud on something hard and sharp, the Master Sword! “LINK! NOW LINK!†Navi’s voice rang out, the small fairy flying above the battle. He reached behind him and brought out the Master Sword, its edge cutting against his back as he did so, and in one powerful swing brought it down on Ganondorf’s heart, a stream of blood gushing out of the wound, mouth, nose, ears and the sides of Ganondorf. Link fell back, he had meant to aim for the head. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!†“LINK!†he felt Navi’s small body fall on his forehead, small tears hitting his brow. “Link, he’s dead, he’s dead! I, I can-†Link stood up, the small fairy still stuck sobbing on his head. He had meant to aim for the head, he brought up his sword again, intent on finishing this once and for all. But he couldn’t. He never could. It didn’t matter how the fight went, how injured he was or wasn’t, if Zelda appeared that that moment or a second after, or if the castle started collapsing now or later. Ganondorf’s body always flashed and a powerful force knocked both Link and Navi back. He knew he could take the chance to get up and charge Ganondorf’s dying body, kill him before he brought down the tower… kill him before he came back. But he never did, he would always check on Navi, his constant companion after he heard her gasp in pain when they landed. He’d always focus on the Lon Lon milk that was spilling from a pouch on his chest, he’d always remember that he could never go home. Zelda was beside him in an instant, freed from her prison, casting healing energies all around him, wincing at his wounds and the disgusting pop his shoulder and arm made when they were reconnected at the joint, worry on her face as his skin knitted itself back together, charred and death skin falling off of him in droves. Navi was there too, flying and saying something. Link never felt the next events, he was never aware of those moments when he carried Zelda in his arms as they ran down the collapsing tower, dodging falling columns and masonry, being blasted with the heat of magical conduits overloading as the source of the castle’s power, Ganondorf, faltered in life. He always ran down while feeling disgusted with Zelda. Disgusted that she was the reason he was stuck here, stuck in a loop with Ganondorf, repeating the same events over and over for all time. Watching his friends die, watching as he was left alone time and time again. Her touch against his skin caused him an boil in rage, her stench of perfume burned his nose, her makeup that failed to cover up her ignorance and audacity never placated him. All he wanted was to hold the smell of a small ranch, sit in a field and listen to music, or smile at the laughter of an unassuming ranch girl. But he could never go home. Why? Why do I do this? Before he knew it he stood outside, his mind dazed and dulled and wrought with questions. Zelda sighed beside him, her regal voice flowing in the wind “It’s over… it’s finally over.†Navi flying happily beside both of them. “No.†They both looked at him. “No, it’s not.†He turned on his heel and charged forward again, his free hand digging into his bag and pulling out the Mirror Shield, his other hand gripping the Master Sword tightly. He muttered a spell under his breath the imprisoning feeling of Naryu’s Love enclosing around him and yelled as he charged. “Link! What are you-“ Zelda’s words died in her throat as Ganondorf flew out of the wreckage of his crumbled castle, his eyes glowing like the fires of hell in the darkness of the night. Before their very eyes Ganondorf changed, and in an instant his human coils were shed off and revealed a giant beast of nightmarish proportions as fire erupted all around their last arena. Navi charged forward, her place was with Link, an automatic reaction that she didn’t think twice about, undaunted by the sight before her. Link and Ganondorf had been through this several times before, it was a well-choreographed dance by now, they both knew where and when to swing, they both knew what blows would land and which would be useless. Both of them, at separate times in their life, wondered if they were in control of their own actions… Ganon’s first swing went diagonally, gusts of wind accompanying each swing and Link deftly rolled under the giant golden blade coming inside Ganon’s reach and stabbing his sword upwards, straight into the beast’s heart. He knew, just like Ganon did, that the blow would not kill him instantly, and Link prepared himself for the next movement of their fight, he was only able to barely turn his shield arm in time to meet the hilt of Ganon’s blade. The blow struck so hard that Link was knocked off his feet, his arm nearly being crushed and the sides of the shield knocking into his lips where the polished sheen of the Mirror shield gave him a nasty gash, Naryu’s Love flaring brightly. “I WILL NOT FAIL THIS TIME!†Ganon’s words came from everywhere at once, driving deep into his mind, cutting through Link’s, Navi’s and Zelda’s thoughts, and the giant beast charged forward, thunderous footsteps bearing down on Link as he scrambled to his feet. Even if Ganon hadn’t known that Link would next throw three Bomb-chus on the ground the sounds of their motors whirring up would have given them away. They had given them away in some other time. This time he was more prepared, he slowed down in time to shield himself from the brunt of their detonations, and suddenly fear and anticipation shot threw him. He had changed the battle, last time he would have been stunned by the explosions, this time he was well aware. He turned and swung his blade, he knew Link would be attempting to cut off his leg. That had always hurt. Link’s scream shot through the night, louder than any thunderclap, the Mirror shield bent straight down the mirror, most of its surface wrought with fractures. He landed against rubble, steel beams and concrete shards smashing against his back, a temporary flash of blue told him his magical shields still held. But more importantly he suddenly looked up, the fight was different! It’s different! I can go home! He stood up faster than he had any right too and dropped the shattered shield and Master Sword, earning a gasp from both Navi and Zelda. “GIVE UP, YOU CANNOT WIN, I WILL ALWAYS HUNT YOU DOWN†The creature charged again as Link brought up his bow and reached for a light arrow, at this range he didn’t aim, he didn’t have to. He shot off several arrows faster than he knew he could, one of them going wide, the others hitting the beast in the knee, the chest and one pierced his eye. He saw Navi fly out of the way and followed her lead, diving for the Master Sword as he jumped out of the way, something clipping his foot as he did so. Both of them crashed, though Ganon’s collapse was much more impressive, a titanic cloud of dust shooting up as he plowed throw several ruined walls. Both of them were back on their feet and charging each other within moments, Zelda and Navi astonished at their speed and drive. While Link was a blur of movements, throwing out bombs of all types around the arena, nicking Ganon here and there with deft and graceful cuts, Ganon was a powerhouse, swinging large clumsy blows that shook the entire area when they struck the ground or cleaving columns of masonry as if they were twigs. “Zelda!†Navi’s voice rang out, “Do something! Link can’t handle anymore!†Zelda turned back towards the fight, hearing a sickening crunch as a hooved foot darted out at a lightning speed and slammed into Link’s chest, several ribs breaking in the process. She nodded and holding her hands out decided it was time she took an active role in Ganon’s downfall. Link skid across the rough ground, wheezing and gasping for air, barely moving as a golden blade swung down at him that cleaved a large gash in the floor. He twisted on the spot, turning his body on the floor, and swung down on the beast’s giant wrists, the Blade of Evil’s Bane biting deep into the enemy’s skin, nearly slicing all the way through the wrist, bone and blood jutting out of the sickening wound as the hand dropped the blade and hung at a disgusting angle. “YOU LITTLE WORM! I SHALL GRIND YOU INTO DUST!†Link rolled out of the way of a stomp that kicked up dust, and moved out of another that followed, blood flowing every which way as Ganon swung his wounded arm around. “YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME! WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER LINK!†A stream of pinkish light suddenly washed over Ganon, dropping him to his knees, evidently causing him great pain. “Link!†he heard Navi’s small voice call out, “Link Zelda is keeping him suppressed, the Master Sword! USE IT NOW!†“NO!†Link turned towards Ganon, fear and anxiety welling up in him. “NO! She’s going to banish him and this will all start over! No!†He charged in reckless abandon, the dream of escaping his eternal time loop clear in his mind and Ganon in turn struggled with all his might, his goal of finally killing the Hero of Time burning brightly in his twisted heart and burning glare. Link ran and brought the Master Sword forward, the blade shining brightly in his hand as it neared its destined kill. Ganon summoned his strength and put it all into one final thrust. The sounds of blades sinking into flesh and bone rang in both Link’s and Ganon’s ears, Navi gasped and flew close to Link, scared to touch him. Zelda looked on with tears in her eyes and a choked expression. Link had ran straight through Ganon’s blade, piecing his stomach and coming out the back, he had run straight towards Ganon, the massive hilt of the golden blade stopping him from advancing further. Ganon had met Link’s charge through his sword and ended with the Master Sword shoved firmly down his mouth, splitting his jaw open as red fluids and saliva dripped down his mouth like a waterfall. Link surprised them all by pushing forward and reached out for Ganon’s horns, they all saw what he was about to do, and Ganon, in a last ditch to damn Link, spoke. “YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK. WHY DO YOU DO THIS?†A laugh, followed by blood, came out of Link’s throat, he was panting heavily, his lungs collapsed from the blow he just went through. He looked Ganon straight in the eyes, and in a raspy and tired voice declared. “I do this because it’s the right thing to do.†He then pushed down on Ganon’s horns while pushing up with his blade arm nearly severing the giant beast’s head off before he started flying. Ganon had thrown the sword, and Link with it, away. As Link flew, his life, his many lives, flashed before his eyes. He had failed again. He hadn’t killed Ganon. He couldn’t end it. He landed with a thud as the blade was suddenly pushed out of his body, Navi flying over him, small sparkling tears falling down her face as she cried out his name, begging him to live. “All I want to do…†he coughed and startled her, “is live.†He blanked out, he knew no more. *** He suddenly felt a familiar lurch in his body as he felt the Sages ‘imprison’ Ganon away. He cried as he felt his body float up and felt his scars heal, he cried because he knew what was coming. He didn’t talk or look at Zelda as she explained her errors, as they floated in a realm of clear blue skies that seemed to box him in forever. He smiled as she played the Song of Time and trapped him a portal that led him backwards in time. As she receded from view he cursed her, he cursed Ganon, he cursed the Sages, he cursed everything. He closed eyes and beat against his temporal prison, yelling in an uncontrollable rage when he suddenly felt something different. Arms were draped around his neck, and he could feel lips on his neck and a body against his own. He looked down and saw a head of fiery long hair, smelt the familiar odors of a familiar ranch, felt something he only felt in fleeting moments in his life. “Shhhh,†she said in a soothing voice, one more beautiful than any song on any cursed ocarina and lifted a finger up to his lips, with a smile on his face. She tip toed up and kissed him, her soft pink lips brushing against his own. “You’ll do it won’t you love?†He frowned at that, he always hated when she said that. It always left him feeling betrayed or abandoned, it reminded him who was and what he had to do. His voice was breaking from happiness and sorrow. “When will it be over?†“I don’t know love,†she sighed, edging closer to him. “But you’ll do it won’t you?†After a long pause of silence, both of them simply enjoying each other's company, with Link quietly sobbing and running his hands through her hair and hugging her, he spoke. “I’ll do it because it’s the right thing to do.†*** Link opened his eyes, he was seven years old, he had no scars on his body from long tough battles, he had no small armory strapped to his back and he was lying on his bed in Kokiri Village. “Wake up!†a small voice yelled above him. He turned and regarded her with a strange, faraway expression. “Hello Navi†he said through a voice from seven years ago, causing the small fairy to stop. “How do you know my name?†“The same way I know a lot of things.†He replied blandly. “Let’s go, the Deku Tree is waiting for us.†He turned and his eyes fell on a small bottle, and his mind immediately went back to the ranch and his red-headed love, the girl he had met one day in a far away life an eternity ago, the girl he'd met for the first time again and again on his way to Hyrule Castle. As he stepped out of his tree home and saw the small peaceful village of eternal children before him, his mind flashed thousands of images before him. All his friends and innocent people who would die by Ganondorf's hands were still alive. Maybe this time he could save them. Maybe this time he would be stronger, faster. Maybe this time he would end this and be happy. He looked up and saw Navi flying above him, impatience evident in her movements and he looked over the horizon where the tall spires of Hyrule Castle were just visible. Ganondorf dies this time.
  3. Enko and Illiandara had been staring almost blankly at all the commotion going on around them but made no real move to take action. Enko was the first to be broken from the trance and begin to tug at his partner's hand urging her to follow him through the gate to Monaco. Illiandara suddenly came to, "Oh sorry, I was thinking about what mop I'd like for my birthday." And with that they walked through the gate.
  4. Real Name: George Stevenson (Unknown to most) Known as: Nutaaq Pattangayok Age: 35 Description: I ain't the prettiest face to look at, I'll tell you that much. My teeth are kind of a sick brownish yellow from all the cigars I puff away at all day long and I got quite a belly, thanks to the endless supply of beer hidden the back room. I keep my hair long, but I kind of hate it you know I mean? I gotta look the part of being the injun though. Oh don't look so surprised. My skins a little darker than most, but that's mostly cause I spend the day dicing up fish in old town not because my ancestors or somein' like that. My fourth ex-wife was always ridin' me about how chunky I've been gettin'. That's her loss though, there's plenty of me to be goin around but now she's missing on all the fun History: Now listen here, I don't give out advice too often so pay attention. If you ever need a little extra cash in your pocket, always remember that people are a sucker for a little magic. Tell em' what you have is special and they'll be begging to throw come coins your way. Hell, I can't tell you the bull I've told customers. "This fish will keep away evil spirits" "This fish will make you wife have a boy" And you know what the great part is?! They believe it every damn time!! HA HA! You see, people are always looking for that little flair of magic in their world and if you can give it to them wooooo doggy, you're gonna be eatin' some fancy steak tonight. That's not enough though, you gotta act the part too my man. Now lean in real close, cause I ain't told too many people this before but I'm not even an eskimo. I ain't even been outside of Khazan, and my folks were from Texas. Yeah, yeah the sign above my shop says "Nuutaq's Eskimo Fish Market" but like I said its all about making people believe your something your not. What? My name. Man, I don't even know how to pronounce my name. Just something I looked up online and stuck up on the sign. People come strolling through Town and they see "Eskimo" with a native name they'd never seen before and boom they're already drooling over that 3 day old piece of Salmon that I bought from the market. This is the best part, I tell them that I put a special blessing on it and they pay me twice as much as what I bought it for. Hahaha, man I'll tell you it's a trip. The rest of my life is kind of boring, I'm a here and now kind of guy. Screw the past you know what I mean? Let's put it this way, before I didn't own a damn thing and now I do. Powers: My talents lie in being able to make up stories on the spot and I can't say why but everybody and I mean EVERYBODY always believes me. Hell, I could tell the next sucker that walks in here that I'm a starving child who's raising money to paint the orphanage and they'd be ballin' they're eyes out while they were writing a check with my name on it. It's a good life my man, it's a good life. And oh before you leave if you could leave some cash for my dog, she needs a big operation, I really would appreciate it.
  5. Nothing had happened. Which was like a total bummer for Illiandara. She was totally looking forward to cleaning up this pig stye, so that it was all sparkly with her demonic touch. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort happened and the whole escapade turned out to be booooorrrring. While Illiandara looked frustrated and anxious at this lack of funliness, Enko looked more than a little relieved. The purple platypus seemed a little more relaxed, and walked with his bill held high. There was some commotion from far off. Illiandara couldn't be sure it was a cry of elation or distress but by the sounds of it sounded like someone just got a super awesome present and they just couldn't control their joy. As much as she loved presents, Illiandara was a big girl and showed off her responsibility skills by completely ignoring the cries. Enko on the other hand kept doing a series of double takes back towards the direction of the screams. "NO PLATY PUSS! NO PRESENTS, NOT FOR YOU" Illiandara yelled a little louder than she intended. Enko held back a smile of feigned forced compliance and the two of them walked on.
  6. Illiandara stared at the security check-point through her cute blood-red eyes. It was such an odd thing, security. Such a notion would've been met with coarse laughter from her father. Security was a human word, it was also wrong. There was nothing "safe" anywhere, only places that gave you a little break from danger. She knew this far before she should have, but it didn't make her depressed and cynical like it was supposed to. Instead it made her want to have as much fun as possible all the time and without the shackles of the conscious mind warning her to be careful she was free to do just that. She looked up at her new found companion. Illiandara hadn't even noticed it but her hand was gripping at Enko's webbed-hand, much like little girls are ought to do. Enko seemed afraid for some reason. His gaze seemed far-off as if he was seeing something other than the monotonous flow of magic girls and their pets being hoarded through the security checkpoint. She looked at him harder, trying to search for a sign of what was distressing him. Needless to say, having spent most of her life in hell she wasn't very good at tuning towards others' emotions. But there was something undoubtedly sad about her purple duckish friend. Then it donned on here like something that donned on people really quickly, something humanish like being hit by a freight train. People enjoy that don't they? Without a second though, she yanked Enko and ran away from the security check-point and towards the service entrance she had eyed earlier. Regardless of what it actually said, it simply read "This way to fun" to the young princess of hell. Realizing that others might not enjoy their boisterous fun and become impossibly jealous she shushed loudly to Enko reminding him to be quiet. Enko, half-resisted her tug but soon realized that it was pointless to resist her super-fun filled ways. The giant purple playpus rolled his eyes and ran after Illiandara with his big webbed feet slapping against the ground.
  7. There we go. Now I can understand what you were trying to say. You're welcome!
  8. For now I'm just here to make sure everyone plays nice.
  9. It's kind of funny, but I was almost certain I talked to both of you about this before. Oh that's right, I did! Dragix, this was way out of line and you know it. Are you honestly that full of yourself? Once again, this is hardly something to get upset about and yet you used one of your matches to make a big deal out of nothing. Have you ever considered actually taking his advice? I mean, I'm not trying to bring you down but if you actually did use proper grammar in your posts, people would probably start to take you seriously. Again, this isn't meant to be an insult towards you in anyway, but I'm just saying perhaps you should look at this from a different perspective for once. Learning to take a little bit of criticism will take you a long way as a writer. On the other hand, continuing like you are now will only cause you to descend into the shadows of disrespect. We don't want to see that, so let's make this right ok?
  10. Illianadra, wasn't really paying attention to the dramatics purveying all around her. There was something about "cake", whatever the hell that was. While the rest of them seem aggravated, scared and all too lost Illianadra was more concerned with the apparent lack of hygienic priority with the whole lot of them. Almost by instinct the little girl from hell reached for her trusty broom in order to sweep the joint up. As she reached for the broom that wasn't there, her little hand closed around nothingness, and she felt tears well-up in her eyes. How was she supposed to be a good girl now? After all, while she was Satan's daughter she was still a little girl, a little girl trying so hard to do the best thing ever and more importantly get more ogre smoothies, So for the first time in a long time, Illianadra felt completely helpless and without her trusty broom to console her she sank to her knees and cried. Through her exasperated sobs she noticed a purplish looking platypus who looked all too lost. For some reason this made Illianadra all too happy. She felt her tears evaporate into a cloud of happiness as she quickly bounded over to the purple platypus thing. With no regard for anything at all, ever, she eagerly tapped the creature on its shoulder and smiled a smile that could kill a baby.
  11. Having read every Ice and Fire book up to A Feast for Crows (eagerly awaiting the release of A Dance with Dragons), and absolutely loving every one of them, I can honestly say that I've never wanted HBO more. Hopefully they'll release the series on DVD and I can buy it that way. So no, I haven't seen any of the actual series which makes me really sad. However, if they're anything like the books they should be of amazing quality and by extension, awesome in every way possible. Then again, it was GRRM's writing style that made me love A Song of Ice and Fire in the first place. So I suppose it's a coin toss. I'm sure its a great show though. Thumbs up!
  12. No, and no. You cannot change your name, nor should you make another account. Making another account is against EF policy and is grounds for banishment from the site. If you do want to change your name, your only hope is to politely request a change from an admin but don't be surprised if your request gets turned down since its really not that important. I would like to emphasize that the name change is a request, not a demand. Meaning that you have no right to complain if it is denied. Seriously though, I wouldn't worry about something like this. Worry about being a productive, respected member instead.
  13. Dragix, calm down. It's really not a big deal. You're taking this way too personally. Besides it was a comment about punctuation, not really something to get upset about. Pey, I understand that you had good intentions but sometimes it's best to just leave it alone. He obviously doesn't want help, and repeating your "advice" is leaning towards trolling. Now, let's all get along.
  14. Piotr could hear the mumblings of new recruits twisting through the screechy guitar wailing through the commons. The sounds bombarded his room and left no room for silence. They were joyful sounds, sounds of exuberance, anticipation... sounds of ignorance. Dancing to a lie, Piotr thought to himself. He had no desire to join the sheeple in their blind revelries of worship to the powers that be. Instead he sat staring blankly at a piss-stained wall, waiting to die. While the other recruits were whisked away by the saliva filled rants of Knox, Piotr was given the privilege of staying behind and even having his very own jailce--- room. Though he could have easily escaped from his prison; no chains bound him to his bed, and no guards stood watch, Piotr simply sat in bed allowing the last faint traces of cigarette smoke to engulf his brain. Soon enough, they would come for him. Just as they did every night. Then it was time to be the hero, to be the poster boy of the SLJ. For now though, Piotr was content with enjoying a few moments respite from the authority that robbed him of his humanity.
  15. So just for fun, people should give me ideas on questions to ask in future interviews.
  16. So the next interview will be happening sometime soon I hope.
  17. This time around we have Sir Exal in the hot seat. Exal has been around for about six years, and in that time has grown to be one of the most exciting writers on the site. While it is difficult to pin Exal's writing style down to a single point, he seems to specialize in urgent characters, that have a sense of excitement to them. In a way Exal, at least in my opinion, is a testimony to the less is more approach. Not really in a "fewer words" sort of way but in more of a "simplistic concept" sort of way. Now, I'm not very good at these sorts of introductions so I'm going to wrap it up before I really start to sound stupid. So without further delay, I give you... The Sir Exal Interview Tarv: First off, thanks so much for taking the time to answer some of my questions. Tarv: Now, you probably know my first question as its been a part of the whole interviewing tradition from the start: Which character do you feel is your greatest success and why? Sir Exal: Probably Ponce El Gadis and Ponce, later. He's a character whom I wrote everything about I wanted to, and when an idea for a sequel popped into my head, I wrote it as well. There's so much I never write (the Jane/Doe finale, for example) that getting everything I wanted down is a pretty big victory. Tarv: Where did the idea for Ponce come from? Sir Exal: As with many of my characters, Ponce sprung from a single line--"I am a wanted killer. I wish to hell I knew why." After that, it was simply a matter of developing a methodical, amnesiac swordsman. Mitsuko popped up when I realized he'd need a guide, I stole her name from Battle Royale, and there you go. Tarv: Seems like you have a real talent for creating really cool characters out of pretty simple concepts. Is this what you usually go for? SirExal: A shameful number of my Hall of Fame characters Hell's Bookie, Zamora Weavair--I conceived and wrote down extremely quickly, developing them as I go, rather than getting plotting them out as I go. It seems to satisfy the masses. My more ambitious characters tend to fall short of expectations, so perhaps I'm just better at seat-of-my-pants style writing. Tarv: Hey, whatever works right? Tarv: More of an improv writer. SirExal: Or just worse at characters with big plans, heh. Tarv: Speaking of Hall of Famers and whatnot: what distinguishes between a GREAT character and just a regular old good one? SirExal: In a word, depth. It's fine to create an interesting character, but to really be legendary it needs to be more than just what the character is on a base level. Take Landon's characters, Bianca, Fiona, the more recent Landons. Each peep has a character beyond what is written on the page, some with the world around them and some with simply the depth of their own character. Tarv: So a character that's more than just their sheet? SirExal: Precisely. Tarv: I'm guessing you think fics are an integral part of FPL character creation, right? SirExal: Most definitely. The first posts I read on the boards were fics. For two years I wrote short powers-based opinions for every fight. "Leslie Reed's Brother", by Mr. Graves, for example, was a character that was nothing BUT fic, and it's still one of my favorite characters of all time. Tarv: Any plans for a fic in the near future? SirExal: Hope so. Ponce III, which was what Childe Sedira was written for, has been what I have meant to write for months. The muse is a treacherous bitch. Otherwise, obviously, I attempt to help out on nearly any collabs the higher-ups make in my continuing bids for sweet, sweet acceptance. Tarv: You don't feel like you've been accepted? SirExal: Let's get something straight here--I've been on the FPL for six-going-on-seven years. That's less than half the time than the FPL's been around, ergo half the time most of the veterans (the Conspiracy) have been around. I didn't witness many of the big events that define the site in the minds of its founders, even the more recent ones, and I was a fifteen year-old idiot noob when I first joined. I only really felt like a...true man of the FPL when I started attending chat and made Isaac. In my mind, at least, I'll never be...anywhere near as good or important as those that built electric ferret as it is, was, and will be. ThreeDark looms Tarv: Would you say that the vets helped propel you to where you are today as an FPLer? SirExal: Of course not. They're cold, heartless bastards who would kick you in the ribs as soon as look at you. It's not the vets, but all of the character analyzers, voters, and just my own experience in writing and otherwise that made me the incorrectly-looked up to figure I am. Landon: Just the ribs? Landon: I figured we had better aim than that. Rhekarid: The vets are too old to kick any higher. TREACH: That must be why when I joined, I kept getting nut shots. Tarv: Do you feel like your style has changed recently or has it remained pretty much the same? SirExal: It's changed, most definitely. Recently, I've attempted to impart a deeper meaning of some sort into each character, a mild message of some sort. I couldn't write Z nowadays--he'd have some angsty subplot about a little sister or something. I'm seeking meaning in whatever I do, which makes writing a bit harder to be honest, but makes me like my own characters a lot more. Tarv: So this change in writing style is a reflection of a change in lifestyle? SirExal: "Whatever I do" may be a tad overwrought. It reflects a change in attitude, most certainly. Tarv: Care to talk about what brought about this change in attitude? SirExal: Teenage angst, four years delayed? Actually attempting to make something of my life? Problems with my family and friends? It's a rich tapestry of craziness. Tarv: Oh man, I'm sorry about all that. I hope that things'll get better for you from here on out. SirExal: We all want our lives--and the lives of those we know--to get better than they are. The sentiment is appreciated, however. Rhekarid: Things never get better! Abandon all hope! Write angstier characters than ever! Wear black and make Treacherous read your poetry! Tarv: In a recent conversation with Ivan, he's expressed that he pictured you as a literature savvy hipster. Would this be a correct assumption? And if so is that what influences you to write the way you do? SirExal: I read. That puts me above many people in the US. And I like knowing about what I'm interested in. I'm a renaissance geek--I know a little about a lot. Hipster...no. I hang out with friends and that's about it. Though I read/watch deep, introspective fiction a lot, which makes me want to be more deep/introspective. Tarv: I'd like to switch gears a little bit, and talk a little about what YOU think about other FPLers. Who is your favorite FPL creator; past or present? SirExal: I had a special fondness for one creator from years ago called frankel--overdone characters, long, awesome fight fics. As for characters you can actually read...red, most likely. The Mindsplatter, Rivenn's universe, everything he made had unignorable atmosphere. If he's somehow reading this--I apologize for being so anti-Rivenn at the start! SirExal: Froople and Lawman deserve mentions too. Tarv: What of the current gallery though? Any favorites? SirExal: The new S R P and Unicorn Boy are awesome. Those are the two that I can really note. Tarv: As someone who's never shy about voicing their opinion; What do you feel is the best way to help a new creator? Rhekarid: Performance-enhancing drugs Tarv: Other than that. Rhekarid: Whips ThreeDark: We like to call both of those "Proper Motivation". SirExal: The best way is showing them that They Are Not Good Enough. Losses, eliminations, showing them that there is something to work towards. Tarv: So a win for tough love? SirExal: A win for a system that punishes ineptitude, or even unsatisfactory work. We've all posted on the fanfiction.net sites or wherever where the responses are all "TIHS IS AWSOME YAY!!!11!" One doesn't improve without being shown that they have a lot of room to improve. Tarv: What is the biggest misconception people have about the FPL? SirExal: Other than the obvious powers-thing, which will be referred to until death... You know what? Yes, we are elitists. No, you're not good enough. Yes, we are biased--toward quality. Don't bitch. We don't care. Tarv: Alright, that's about it from me. Any questions that I didn't ask that you wish I did? SirExal: I wondered if you were going to bring up my preference toward female main characters, but other than that, I managed to slip in everything I wanted to mention. Landon: Yeah. Ask that one. Tarv: What's up with your preference toward female main characters? SirExal: Heehee. I'm a bit of a feminine person, is all. Tarv: If anyone else has any questions feel free to ask them now. Landon: Will you write a slash fic between Fiona and Zamora Weaver? SirExal: EVENTUALLY. Tarv: Exal, do you have any parting words for the FPL crowd? SirExal: Do your best, and improve on that. And for the love of God, don't invite anyone in real life on to the site. That way lies madness and vote mongering. Tarv: Wise words from a wise man. Again, thanks so much for doing this Exal. Tarv: Thus ends your torture session. *Note: There are secret special links hidden throughout the interview. CAN YOU FIND THEM???
  18. Name: Piotr Rasnovich Code Name: Dúlos Age: 23 Height: 5ft 9in in human form/ 8ft 6in in Mecha Form Weight: 145 lbs in human form/ 2 tons in Mecha form Brief Description of Self: Working in a classified branch within the SLJ, Piotr came into contact with the organization's darker, more sinister side. Long story short, Piotr lost faith in not just SLJ but in justice as a concept itself. Turning to the fallen, for a renewed sense of purpose he escapes on a routine mission. Not taking kindly to a deserter of Khazan's poster organization, the Khazanian government secretly feeds billions of dollars to the SLJ to the capture of Piotr. They bring him in and use him to jump start Operation: Armored Savior. Operation: Armored Savior, is a multi-trillion dollar government backed project that put Piotr into a technologically superior Mecha-Suit. From the start Piotr is treated as a weapon to be utilized, regardless of his personal feelings; essentially doing the dirty work of the SLJ, the kind of stuff the public doesn't need to know about. Everyday, Piotr feels the "human" aspect of his conscious being stripped away until he feels more machine than man. Trapped in his servitude towards the SA, he took on the role of "Dúlos" and is now on the verge of completing his journey to becoming a tool for the powers that be. Personality: To the public; obedient, patriotic and courageous. On the inside: Cynical, mistrusting, and nihilistic. Powers: Superior Vehicle: SLJ designed Multi-trillion dollar mecha suit. Engineered to be combatively superior weapon. Standard Berserker: Allows for the suit to adjust to the surroundings for a short period of time. Making it faster, more power and just generally more efficient for the task at hand. Superior Gravity: His suit literally defy the laws of physics and allow for maximum damage on the target. Think of it as negative Newtons laws of motion, turning them inside-out and displaying them in a way that makes no logical sense. Punches that pull the target, throws that go the opposite direction, reactions not even being close to the action. That sort of thing. Superior Weapons Master: The suit is a technological terror, residing in the realms of kick-assery. Having been programmed with thousands of fighting styles, and an adaptive A.I processor the suit is a very difficult opponent to bring down. On top of all that, its extensive programming allows for enhanced mobility in the air, on the ground, and in the sea. Most likely will edit.
  19. My apologies for taking so damn long. The Exal interview will be up no later than Saturday evening.
  20. Some of the above advice has been slightly misleading to say the least.
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