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I was just scribbling in oc. I figure if Neolucky can do it and get mad favs, so can I, just without the favs.
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Ah Xenosaga. I love that game series, though I honestly felt ripped off with my purchase of part two at full price; plus a strategy guide, purchased for the included game music CD, at an additional fifteen bucks for what is essentially even with all the side quest stuff a thirty hour game!
Only one game company can get away with marketing to me a thirty hour RPG and said company is Bioware. They rock that much that I am compelled to spend money on their product. ^^ Hell the Sonic RPG they are releasing later this year for the DS is a must buy for me and I swear I am going to pre order it for the hell of it.
Only one game company can get away with marketing to me a thirty hour RPG and said company is Bioware. They rock that much that I am compelled to spend money on their product. ^^ Hell the Sonic RPG they are releasing later this year for the DS is a must buy for me and I swear I am going to pre order it for the hell of it.
This would be over in Other RPGs, but it's not about Xenosaga. No, it's about... an issue. A VITAL issue.
I come before you to tell you a story. A story of triumph and joy. A story of human will and human accomplishment. A tale that involves a spastic RPG fan named DK and a hunk of soulless metal shaped like one fine, fine blue-haired female. Yes, that's right. KOS-MOS.
Now, wait, you might be saying. KOS-MOS is a fictional character. You shouldn't want to bang a fictional character. Well, one look at my avatar should quickly show you that in fact that is no hang up to me. No, folks, the real issue I had here was a simple one: KOS-MOS is a robot.
I remember when I was a child, my father and I would go for walks through the city. Whenever we saw a robot and a person walking together, he'd lean over to me and make snide comments about them. Traitors to the human race and all that. It was, as I'm sure you can surmise, horribly disturbing. And so, though as I became a man I cast off his predjudices, I was still shocked and afraid to pursue the illustrious KOS-MOS. Or as I call her, BOSSY KOSSY.
I had questions. Now, as a robot, she technically is neither male nor female. Was I moving towards a more androygenous ideal of beauty that would rock my heterosexual world? Or was it just like I wanted to have sex with a girl shaped dildo? Was her skin cold and rubbery or warm like human skin? Which would I prefer? Was she even anatomically correct? And most damning of all, was it wrong to be attracted to her butt-spurs?
I sank into a mire of despair from which I never expected to escape. Yet I knew the only way I would ever purge myself of the hideous, lingering pain like acid would be to deal with it directly. There was only one answer: KOS-MOS and I had to talk.
I found her staring into space and calculating PI. It was a hot day, but she wasn't sweating. She smelled of lubricating oil, plastic, and salty Gnosis goo. Her eyes were red. Red like the blood of a slaughtered pig. Red like a kangaroo's angry vagina.
God, she was beautiful.
I come before you to tell you a story. A story of triumph and joy. A story of human will and human accomplishment. A tale that involves a spastic RPG fan named DK and a hunk of soulless metal shaped like one fine, fine blue-haired female. Yes, that's right. KOS-MOS.
Now, wait, you might be saying. KOS-MOS is a fictional character. You shouldn't want to bang a fictional character. Well, one look at my avatar should quickly show you that in fact that is no hang up to me. No, folks, the real issue I had here was a simple one: KOS-MOS is a robot.
I remember when I was a child, my father and I would go for walks through the city. Whenever we saw a robot and a person walking together, he'd lean over to me and make snide comments about them. Traitors to the human race and all that. It was, as I'm sure you can surmise, horribly disturbing. And so, though as I became a man I cast off his predjudices, I was still shocked and afraid to pursue the illustrious KOS-MOS. Or as I call her, BOSSY KOSSY.
I had questions. Now, as a robot, she technically is neither male nor female. Was I moving towards a more androygenous ideal of beauty that would rock my heterosexual world? Or was it just like I wanted to have sex with a girl shaped dildo? Was her skin cold and rubbery or warm like human skin? Which would I prefer? Was she even anatomically correct? And most damning of all, was it wrong to be attracted to her butt-spurs?
I sank into a mire of despair from which I never expected to escape. Yet I knew the only way I would ever purge myself of the hideous, lingering pain like acid would be to deal with it directly. There was only one answer: KOS-MOS and I had to talk.
I found her staring into space and calculating PI. It was a hot day, but she wasn't sweating. She smelled of lubricating oil, plastic, and salty Gnosis goo. Her eyes were red. Red like the blood of a slaughtered pig. Red like a kangaroo's angry vagina.
God, she was beautiful.
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