I haven't finished the game FF8, but I'm working on it. I don't think I'll really get around to it, though. Video games just aren't my thing… ^_^ Though they can be fun for awhile, I don't like em so much.
Blah.
OK. I'm playing a game, now. Here are the rules:
1) you can flame me, but don't sign me up for spam. Or viruses. Don't hurt me with anything except your own words.
2) I won't plan ahead. I won't even try.
3) Be fair; if you don't win, it's ok. You can flame me and I'll write a fanfic just for you, with whomever and whomever paired.
Okay, so here's how it works: I've seen every pairing (well, almost. Not anyone with Cid except the Matron or anything…) that I ever need to see. I know that the game intends Squall to be with Rinoa, but some people just… Don't like to leave the couples as they were arranged. I mean, come on, fanfiction was arranged so we could play with them, right?
So what you do is you email me. That's it. You get this chapter as a teaser. And everyone stays single. So when you email me, email the couples. I'm just warning you, unless I'm forced to by popular demand, um, no incest. Please. So… who's with who? What's gonna happen? It's all up to you. Because I suck at plot. Email me. Please. Or this will just sit here as one stupid chapter and nothing will happen. I need something to DO with my life!!!!!
So email me @….
suzume_tori@angelfire.com
and tell me who should be with who. What should there be? Catfights? Just training? Truth or Dare? Crossovers? Strip poker? SING-A-LONG WORLD?!?!!?!?!!
If equal votes go to say, squall and rinoa and zell and rinoa (not happening, methinks, but hey, it's an example ^_^), then I'll branch it off into two ficlets just fer u. ^_^ (I can't spell, btw, so don't kill me over that if you can help it. Do it because my fanfiction sux 2)
Alright, past the cruddy stupid malformed authors notes. I'm HERE!!!! SO remember, if you like it, email me with what should happen. Or you just get this lame-o chapter.
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Rain.
Memories, of the scant few he had, told him that he had liked rain, once - remembered tilting his head back in the orphanage, letting cool droplets slide deliciously down his tongue, oblivious to his soaking attire. But now there was no joy in the dampness.
Chestnut hair fell into Squall's face, and he shook the untamable locks away.
Rain.
Memories.
Sighing, Squall decided to pick up his gunblade and bring it inside to save it from rust.
Rust.
Rain.
And the soft beads of moisture trembled and fell from the sky above, leaving him no peace as he lay unmoving, gathering the strength to rise and follow through with his decision. Memories tormented him of times long past – little scraps and pieces that he could never pick up, scattered to the wind, sometimes blowing by.
Memories.
Rust.
And Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Memories, unfolding rustily at the touch of forgiving rain, haunted him. In contrast to the rain, he could recall the dry walls of a cruelly cold cell. Ghosts of the past flickered dangerously near his conciousness.
Rain.
It was a bitter, bitter word.
Blah.
OK. I'm playing a game, now. Here are the rules:
1) you can flame me, but don't sign me up for spam. Or viruses. Don't hurt me with anything except your own words.
2) I won't plan ahead. I won't even try.
3) Be fair; if you don't win, it's ok. You can flame me and I'll write a fanfic just for you, with whomever and whomever paired.
Okay, so here's how it works: I've seen every pairing (well, almost. Not anyone with Cid except the Matron or anything…) that I ever need to see. I know that the game intends Squall to be with Rinoa, but some people just… Don't like to leave the couples as they were arranged. I mean, come on, fanfiction was arranged so we could play with them, right?
So what you do is you email me. That's it. You get this chapter as a teaser. And everyone stays single. So when you email me, email the couples. I'm just warning you, unless I'm forced to by popular demand, um, no incest. Please. So… who's with who? What's gonna happen? It's all up to you. Because I suck at plot. Email me. Please. Or this will just sit here as one stupid chapter and nothing will happen. I need something to DO with my life!!!!!
So email me @….
suzume_tori@angelfire.com
and tell me who should be with who. What should there be? Catfights? Just training? Truth or Dare? Crossovers? Strip poker? SING-A-LONG WORLD?!?!!?!?!!
If equal votes go to say, squall and rinoa and zell and rinoa (not happening, methinks, but hey, it's an example ^_^), then I'll branch it off into two ficlets just fer u. ^_^ (I can't spell, btw, so don't kill me over that if you can help it. Do it because my fanfiction sux 2)
Alright, past the cruddy stupid malformed authors notes. I'm HERE!!!! SO remember, if you like it, email me with what should happen. Or you just get this lame-o chapter.
_ _ - - _ _ - -_ _ - - _ _ - -_ _ - - _ _ - -_ _ - - _ _
Rain.
Memories, of the scant few he had, told him that he had liked rain, once - remembered tilting his head back in the orphanage, letting cool droplets slide deliciously down his tongue, oblivious to his soaking attire. But now there was no joy in the dampness.
Chestnut hair fell into Squall's face, and he shook the untamable locks away.
Rain.
Memories.
Sighing, Squall decided to pick up his gunblade and bring it inside to save it from rust.
Rust.
Rain.
And the soft beads of moisture trembled and fell from the sky above, leaving him no peace as he lay unmoving, gathering the strength to rise and follow through with his decision. Memories tormented him of times long past – little scraps and pieces that he could never pick up, scattered to the wind, sometimes blowing by.
Memories.
Rust.
And Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Memories, unfolding rustily at the touch of forgiving rain, haunted him. In contrast to the rain, he could recall the dry walls of a cruelly cold cell. Ghosts of the past flickered dangerously near his conciousness.
Rain.
It was a bitter, bitter word.