Susanowo
[05] Battler
Right, so I stumbled upon this place about a week ago from this post, you y'all looked like the slam-diggity. So, I made an account and hope to tro- *hacking cough* become a... valued member of the community.
On to the topic. Be it a game console, a puppy, your youth, the day's when Brian was still in Korn, or a story mode for each character, we all miss something (unless you were born with paper skin and and glass bones and have no fond memories to look back on). Here is a chance to post it on a website for the reading pleasure of people who you probably haven't met, or ever will. As a suggestion, start light, and end heavy.
e.g.
I, personally, miss my kitty Oreo, Ronnie James Dio- who I regret never seeing live-, the 90's (kinda), my N64, and the days when I thought The Fifth Element was a great movie. Well, maybe not that Fifth Element bit. Lastly, I miss the days back in Romania when I would wake up and grandmama would be churning the butter and mama would be chopping the wood, and the chickens would be playing, and papa and grandpapa would have me come with them to the barn to show me how to milk the chinchillas; we made our profit off of selling it to the noble-people who offered top dollar for the delicacy. But that all changed when Reynolds Group Holdings came and forced my family into the aluminum foil business. That's when papa sent me away, so that I could find a life for myself, away from the tyranny of the Aluminum Foil industry.
On to the topic. Be it a game console, a puppy, your youth, the day's when Brian was still in Korn, or a story mode for each character, we all miss something (unless you were born with paper skin and and glass bones and have no fond memories to look back on). Here is a chance to post it on a website for the reading pleasure of people who you probably haven't met, or ever will. As a suggestion, start light, and end heavy.
e.g.
I, personally, miss my kitty Oreo, Ronnie James Dio- who I regret never seeing live-, the 90's (kinda), my N64, and the days when I thought The Fifth Element was a great movie. Well, maybe not that Fifth Element bit. Lastly, I miss the days back in Romania when I would wake up and grandmama would be churning the butter and mama would be chopping the wood, and the chickens would be playing, and papa and grandpapa would have me come with them to the barn to show me how to milk the chinchillas; we made our profit off of selling it to the noble-people who offered top dollar for the delicacy. But that all changed when Reynolds Group Holdings came and forced my family into the aluminum foil business. That's when papa sent me away, so that I could find a life for myself, away from the tyranny of the Aluminum Foil industry.
