Chapter 25: So Very Long.

"May I pose you a question, Master?" Eragon asked very suddenly and somewhat respectfully, as they pressed on with their daily study of the poetic script, and therefore the ancient language "And if you say I just did I'll shove this quill up your nose."

Oromis, who had been about to make just such a statement, smiled "Please, ask."

"Earlier, when I fought those elves" Eragon waited a moment, Oromis assumed he was waiting for a question about what Eragon was talking about, and when one did not materialise the younger Rider assumed that Oromis already knew. He did of course, so remained silent "I used magic without speaking."

Oromis nodded, he had expected such questioning after what had occurred, in fact he was surprised Eragon waited throughout Glaedr's lesson to ask this question "Are you certain it was you?" he queried calmly "There were other elves there with your best interests at heart, they could have…"

"I broke my fingers, because that's all I was thinking. Break, break, break, break, break, break, BREAK!" his sudden shout almost made the elderly elf flinch, almost "I thought that, so much that it consumed everything. I looked at a sword and it broke, at a tree, at Vanir, at my fingers, other stuff broke too, and the magic, what I wanted to break, that also broke."

Oromis said nothing in response to his impassioned, maddened even, speech, as Eragon ended said speech by leaning back in his chair.

"How?"

The elderly elf sighed "Know that I do not divulge this knowledge lightly. It was not taught to Riders as young as you, nor so early in their training. To some it was never taught at all. It was taught only when they had mastered every other aspect of magic, for this is a secret at the heart of magic, rooted in its very core. Tell me, how is the ancient language bound to magic, Eragon?"

Eragon frowned at him, an apt reaction he supposed, it was like asking 'Why does the sun rise?', 'Why do rocks fall when thrown?', 'Why does wood float in water?', it was not something you needed to know the answer to, it simply was.

"Bound to?" Eragon frowned "I don't know."

"Let me ask it differently. Why is it that the ancient language affects magic?"

"Because… it does?" Eragon said unsurely. His uncertainty was well justified.

Oromis wondered how exactly he could explain it, while letting Eragon find the answer himself, or at least part of it. It was a method he oft used on students, don't directly give them the conclusion, just the information they needed to reach it "Sounds are simply vibrations in the air. Why can these tap into an energy that not even we understand? Sound can be produced at random, by anything, there are sounds that not human, elven or dwarven vocal cords can produce. So why is it that magic is affected by mere words?"

Eragon frowned "It's… not?"

Oromis smiled "Exactly. Now let me tell you this, if I say a spell out loud, how would that differ from me thinking a spell in my head?"

The boys frown intensified as he struggled with the puzzle "It wouldn't… well it would, obviously, but it wouldn't" a poor explanation, but acceptable and Oromis nodded but left it hanging, wondering if he would continue "Magic is… bound to thoughts then? Just think a spell and it works? Then…"

Oromis tapped his hands on the table, as a look of concentration formed on Eragon's face, and not concentration from thinking "Such acts are dangerous" he warned, having drawn the boys attention before he could do something potentially disastrous "You saw what occuring in the sparring grounds. You wanted something to break… and so whatever caught your attention broke" the fact that no one was killed was something of a miracle, but several elves had been harmed.

There were few complaints however, Kalagreer had dealt with the majority of them, and laid the blame on the younger elves. Doubtless he expected Oromis to punish the Rider appropriately.

Oromis hadn't, he wouldn't, it would serve no purpose, Eragon would not learn through punishment, would not think on his actions, would not become wiser, he would just become annoyed or angry. He had told Eragon that he did not expect such behaviour again, and that was all.

"But" Eragon said "Why do thoughts affect magic? What the fuck is magic?"

Oromis smiled "A question we have pondered for millennia. I should point out that we ourselves, magically inclined individuals that is, are not the source of magic. We merely… make use of a system already in place, but magic itself is natural, a phenomenon like earthquakes, tidal waves, eclipses, and the like, an event certainly, but natural all the same" pausing, he wondered where he should proceed with his explanation, and decided "What are spells?" he asked suddenly, folding his hands.

"Spells?" he watched the boy thinking, consider, and finally come to a conclusion, using all the information Oromis had given him. Magic was not affected by words, but by thoughts, magic could be natural, magic did not come from them, or at least exist solely because of them "Spells are how we… rationalise magic?"

That made him smile again, and nod "Rationalise is perhaps not the most appropriate word, safely utilise, or make sense of, is a more apt description. Spells do not define magic, they are a method of defining magic to us. Werelights in the bogs by Aroughs, the floating crystal on Eoam, the dream well in Mani's Caves in the Bears, these are examples of what we call 'wild' magic. Magic independant of conscious thought, as far as we can tell. They are also far stronger than any spells our magic wielders could cast, easily at least, we don't even know where the power for these wonders came from in truth. So to answer your earlier question, no, magic is not bound to thoughts, it can be influenced by them, though we are not entirely certain as to why."

Eragon frowned, pondering this information "But then… why use the language, isn't thinking more efficient?"

"I will tell you" Oromis said "Eons ago, all magic was wild, and to use it required nought but the ability to 'feel it', as well as the desire and mental fortitude to make use of it. And this… caused chaos. A stray thought could obliterate a nation, evils from the darkest night, and goods that were before pure fantasy, were unleashed onto the land. Some speculate this is the cause of the Ra'zac, that they are a… utilisation of magic" it was hard not to say spell, but he didn't because it was not correct "mixed with fear, combined with nightmares and horrors imagined in the dark, creating a being that exemplified human fear. It is of course mere speculation."

"Of course."

"Over time" the elderly elf continued "Those who could mold magic learned that stating one's intent, vocalising it, helped guide the magic. But it was not foolproof. We do not know exactly what occurred, but a magic was unleashed that almost destroyed every living being in the world. We only know of the event from fragments of manuscripts that survived the era, and it is sheer luck that even they survived the ages."

Eragon had gotten comfy, his legs on the table, his arms behind his head, he looked like he was lazing off, but he was paying close attention, Oromis knew. Eragon liked stories after all "The manuscripts also speak of the Grey Folk, a race strong in magic, or so we assume, for they wrought an enchantment on the very fabric of magic itself. They bound their language, what we call the ancient language, to magic. They made it so that their language could control magic, limit it even, so that if you said..." he looked around "...'Bring me that pitcher' and look at me and thoughts of me, the pitcher would still be brought to you, instead of me being brought to you."

Eragon frowned "The Grey Folk?"

"Yes, they are not elves, we were young then. We know little of them in fact. Once the enchantment was wrought, the manuscripts differ more intensely, but what seems clear is that they were left diminished by their own enchantment, it took so much it left them but a shadow of their former selves, and they just faded away."

It was sad really, a race had given perhaps the entirety of their existence to ensure that such a tragedy as was mentioned in the manuscripts never occurred again.

Oromis shook his head "Whether they gave the language the ability while binding it to magic, or whether being bound to magic gave it the ability, we know that two unique properties were infused into the ancient language. One cannot lie in it. And it can describe the true nature of things… You look puzzled?" he asked, seeing the young man's frown.

"I... " Eragon paused "You say you can't lie, and that that's a property but… I know you can't lie in it" he assured the elf "But, for it to do what they wanted it to, to bind magic, how could it have done anything but? If you could lie in it you could mean something else? I could say, bring me that pitcher and mean kill that fucking elf, it wouldn't… limit magic if it didn't have to be true."

Oromis nodded "True, perhaps it is more a necessity than a property. The same is true of the latter as well, for the language to properly function for its intended goal, perhaps it needs to be able to describe the true nature of things" it was worth further consideration and indeed he should adjust several views to accommodate those potential facts, but not right now "Regardless, it is still possible to use magic without the ancient language, we see it in dragons, who are innately different from us. They need no protection from magic, they breathe fire without a word, and can turn tombs to diamond as you yourself witnessed. Perhaps it is because they cannot use it as consciously as we can, save their flames, that they need no protection from it, they can only use it when their intent consumes them, when in an emotionally turbulent state, I witnessed this but twice in all my years" Oromis shrugged, dragons and magic were not his strong suit, he was knowledgeable but by no means an expert "Perhaps Glaedr can tell you more, though I doubt even he knows the how and why of the dragon's abilities."

"What… does it all mean, though? Not in the grand scheme, but… for me, I guess?"

That made the elderly elf smile yet again, taking a selfish viewpoint could make things much clearer, or at least remove the fog that the grander state of existence could cover you in "It means little. It means you will continue to learn the ancient language, for it is the safest most efficient way to utilise magic. It also means that if you are captured and gagged you can call upon magic to free yourself. Even if you are drugged, your ability to use the language bound, even then you might still use it. And it means that if you wish to cast a spell for which there is no word in the ancient language, then you can do that too."

Oromis considered the young Rider a long moment, he looked thoughtful, confused perhaps, and interested, interested most of all.

"Beware such powers Eragon" he warned, knowing the temptation of being able to cast any spell, unlimited by words, simply think your intent and really, could your thoughts betray you? The trouble was, yes, they could "Tempting as it may be, it is unwise to trifle with them. Even Shades use the ancient language."

Eragon snorted at Oromis's rather direct jab, then his frown returned "Do spirits?"

That made Oromis pause "No. Spirits… are oddities, like Dragons perhaps, but different. They have no form, they may be closer to the true nature of magic than any of us, and can work feats of magic that would be impossible for other beings, even elves" Oromis shrugged "I wish I could tell you more, but sorcery is not a school of magic I have made extensive use of."

"Have you made any use of it?" the young Rider inquired boredly.

"Once" he said softly, for it was a shameful memory for him, the trapping and imprisonment of such a creature was not something he had enjoyed "I swore to never do it again."

Eragon was looking at him more intently "Hmm… would you teach me?"

He considered the young Shade Rider sat across from him a moment "Teach you sorcery? Teach you to summon Spirits? Teach you the arts that made you into a Shade?"

"That's what I just said."

Oromis frowned "I will if you tell me why?"

"Because I think it could be useful. Because I think it could help with my situation to understand how sorcerers do this. Because… Because I'd like to understand how I am what I am."

It made the elf smile to hear such words, understanding one's own nature was important, he knew that well "I would like to as well" he told the young man "I shall teach you, but not now" he considered the distance a while, pondering when it would be most appropriate "After the Blood Oath Celebration" he decided after a moment "I will educate in the summoning, and enslaving, of Spirits. But I must ask that you consult me before taking any steps with regards to Spirits or Shades, I want your word Eragon."

The young Rider sighed "Yeah, yeah."

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Arya led him from the latest person she thought he should meet, Lithaniel, an elven musician, who had very, very silly hair. It was bright yellow, and shaped like a flowers petals, but hair. It was very strange, and very silly looking indeed. Needless to say Eragon had informed the elf as such.

The Rider shook his head, and focused on more important things, namely Arya's backside.

"You do not get along very well with my race, Eragon."

Eragon blinked at the… question? Or was it a statement, he answered either way "I guess not."

"You should be careful" she warned stopping a moment, to make certain the importance of her words was properly imparted upon him "We hold our grudges well, too well, and for far too long. The smallest of slights become age old feuds. And you… you do not slight people in a small manner."

"Are you worried about me?" he teased, walking past her and continuing along, not heading home but deeper into the woods.

"Yes."

He chuckled.

"I fear you, with your crass words and your inclination towards insult, will make enough enemies in the world that Galbatorix is no longer your greatest. I fear you will push away all those who would aid you, simply because you are you. I fear…" she had followed after him as he wandered off, but he felt her gaze upon him as she spoke "I fear for you, that you will be left alone and friendless at the end of this campaign."

This time he laughed "I don't need friends, I have a dragon" he told her as his fingers brushed a tree trunk he passed, the rough bark grating across his fingertips "And I'm practically the most likeable guy in the world, Arya. After I kill Galbatorix, everyone will be so busy trying to suck my dick, they won't notice I'm pissing on the lot of them" he heard her scoff at his crudity and grinned.

"Just be careful" she warned "I do not warn you with no just cause. Nor without concern."

"Oh, you're 'concerned' about me, princess?" she frowned when he said that he noted as he glanced back at her. The nickname was not one she liked it would seem. He reminded himself to use it more often.

"Is that so surprising? I have much invested in you, and you have aided me several times, and not insignificantly either. Is it so shocking that some bond or affection might result from this?" it stunned him for a moment, giving her chance to stride past him. He was genuinely shocked that she would talk about a bond between them, but he placed a grin on his face.

It meant nothing.

"Wonderful. So we're shackled together at the wrist, falling off a cliff, onto spikes, with the entire world on our backs. Great bond. Remind me to pick my elven princesses more carefully next time."

She stopped and turned to face him, he couldn't quite place the look on her face, serious though, not happy either, not particularly angry, and confused as well, but what the exact emotion was he didn't know "Eragon… I… may I…"

"If you don't talk in full sentences, I'll rip your tongue out" he told her rolling his eyes. He didn't mean it. She had a nice tongue.

It worked though, well it had its intended effect of letting her know she should think about what she was saying before saying it. The elven princess took a moment to gather her thoughts, to think through her words, and only then spoke "May I ask you a question?"

"You just did" he told her.

She was not amused.

Eragon rolled his eyes "You don't need to ask permission to ask a question, if I don't wanna answer I won't, so go ahead princess, ask your damn question."

"Why…" she paused and trailed off.

"Remember what I said about full sentences" he warned.

"Nevermind" she told him, not facing him "It was nothing, of no concern. We should part here. I must return to…" she didn't get to finish her sentence, as Eragon shoved her against the nearest tree. She hit it quite hard, her back in pain from the impact, but his hand behind her head had prevented her from banging her skull against the trunk, which was nice.

Being randomly shoved against trees was not, however.

Before she could speak, he was far too close, his breath on her lips, the hand that had been on the back of her head running along her jawline. Eragon gazed into those deep green eyes, and briefly pondered what the hell he was doing. It was oddly like him and not, to just shove Arya against a wall, and he wasn't entirely sure why he was doing it.

Then again, he'd choked this elf without really knowing why.

It spoke wonders of Arya's patience and understanding that she would even choose to spend time with him, though given that she was interacting with what would usually be assumed to be an inhuman homicidal monster with no morals, dignity, or decent qualities, it was perhaps more unstandable. His actions, that is, and therefore her understanding of said actions.

He'd never really thought about it.

Eragon considered closing the distance, claiming another kiss from the elf, but she placed her hand softly over his mouth before he could do aught but consider the idea, and gently pushed him away.

He let her.

"We shall part here" she stated again "I also will not have time for more trips over the next week, I must prepare for my return to the Varden" it was a rather odd thing to drop right at the end of their little excursion, but Eragon supposed she wanted… revenge? Payback was a better word, she wanted him to feel something because of what he did? Maybe she just felt now was the best time.

He nodded, but she was already walking away.

Eragon sighed "Fucking elves."

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Glistening white eyes looked out upon a landscape that was beautiful and mystical, yet also… fantastical, as in like a fantasy, not quite real. A huge lake like an ocean, but you could see the other side, a forest thick with trees over which towered mountains taller than the sky, a desert that was scorched and even blackened in places, heat shimmers visible even from here.

All of that was visible from here, all of it.

It was not real.

He knew this, of course, this was a delusion, a… projection to help the mind cope with the reality of the situation, by purposefully obfuscating said reality and only keeping the important parts.

If everything had been witnessed as mere mental communication, it would've lacked much of the impact it had had. A well endowed imagination, combined with mental instability and trauma, had resulted in this place, and he allowed himself to be absorbed into the illusion, though he could still sense the truth of what lay beyond.

Stood upon the castle walls, he gazed down at the scar that stained the land.

Black rocks formed the walls of the canyon, blackness seem to emanate from it, the land surrounding its edges was also black rock, though it did not stray far, and deep in the depths was red hot boiling burning blistering tortuous liquid fire. It writhed in the shape of monsters and men and beasts and horrors that could not be described by the languages of men, elves or dwarves.

The wall of the black fortress was cracked, it had not yet fallen, but it would do so soon, and he was powerless to stop it. He saw bits of the wall fall into the magma, landing with screams and cries, the howls of the damned, from mere rocks burning.

This may be a mere illusion, but it represented Eragon's mind fairly enough, his life, his experiences, his emotions, his knowledge, his cares, his worries, his fears, his loves, everything about him was shown here, and this castle was his fortress, his safe place. And that crack, that tear in the very fabric of this land itself, was going to destroy it.

Then the monsters that lurked beyond these walls would rise up, and devour him whole.

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'Eragon are you even listening?' he heard the great golden dragon rumble.

"Wha?" Eragon blinked and looked around, only now remembering he was sat on a ridge of Fionula with Saphira and Glaedr "Yeah, dragon bond, magic, shit. I was listening."

Glaedr sighed, hot air rushing from his nostrils, hot enough to make the air waver 'Well that is good. So what is the name of the dragon who, alongside Queen Tarmunora, hashed out the alliance our two races would enter into?'

The Shade Rider blinked stupidly for a moment "Big… tooth?"

The large dragon snorted 'His name, cannot be expressed in the tongues of men, elves or dwarves' not words, but not emotions, ideas maybe, impressions perhaps, just perspectives even, were impressed upon Eragon by the larger dragon. The bits he could form into words were the long white chipped tooth, and twenty seven eggs and nineteen kiddies all growed up. As well as some pointless bullshit about his dietary habits.

It impressed upon him something immense, something powerful, aweinspiring. But it was a dragon, how could it be anything but?

'And how' Glaedr continued 'Or rather what form, did the alliance between our two races take?'

Saphira let him slip into her mind unnoticed by Glaedr and find the answers he needed "A magical bond or link, chaining together the two races."

'I would not equate it to a chain, but perhaps that is my own ignorance' Glaedr told him 'But you are correct' And what occurred after the bonding?'

Eragon smiled, another wording Glaedr wouldn't agree with "You all became freaks."

The dragon snorted, then growled a low laugh 'Indeed. We changed, became… more civilised, and the elves gained their immortality, and over time came to possess greater strength and grace than they did prior. You humans were not as affected, it is theorised that this is because you were added in after the fact, lacking the immensity of the power behind the initial spell, or perhaps because the bonding did not work so well between the three, or mayhaps it is simply that there has been less time for the magic to affect you, either way humans were not as affected by the bond as elves or dragons. Your lives became longer, that much is true, but not so dramatically. Before a man might not live past fifty, now you tend to live to at least sixty.'

The Rider nodded vaguely and looked away.

'So, after that of what did I speak, and this time I will not permit Saphira to help you.'

Eragon sighed, and Saphira chuckled "I'm afraid my memory escapes me, master" he said in a bored drawling tone "Could I please bother you to refresh said memory?"

Glaedr nodded, not reacting to the extreme sarcasm with which Eragon spoke 'Of course little Rider. After this I spoke of the negative impacts the bond has. The fact that elves and humans have declined as the dragons have become nearly extinct. The elves power is on the wane, and the humans have regressed, losing much of their culture. Righting this imbalance will restore order to our world' he directed this directly to Eragon who rolled his eyes.

"Wouldn't removing the bond do the same?" he queried, a genuine question, not merely a taunting remark. Only half a taunting remark.

'Would that even be possible?' Glaedr, rather annoyingly, responded to his question with a question 'And even if you could, should you? What would be the consequences? Would the elves lose their immortality, would humans lose what little culture they gained, would dragon's return to their full fierce state, unwilling to compromise or discuss?' the dragon shook his head 'Such an action would be ill advised.'

Eragon shrugged, he didn't disagree.

'The… hmm., mechanism I suppose, that allows a dragon to be bonded to a Rider, was layered into the enchantment that bounded our races. When an egg was gifted to the Riders, words were spoken over it' he spoke them to Eragon, and provided a rough translation as it was a somewhat complicated verse that used some words even Glaedr didn't fully understand 'this would prevent the dragon inside from hatching until such a time as it found a person worthy. The bond between a Rider and a Dragon is but an… enhanced, deeper, version of what already exists between the races.'

"Is that it?" Eragon asked, rubbing his hands together "It's just a better one? There's nothing… sacred, mystical, elemental about it? Kinda ruins the mystique."

The dragon considered him with large golden eyes, amusement reflected in those pools of purest gold 'There is something… elemental, about it though. The bond between the two of you is so much more than that already exists, enhanced into something entirely different, in a sense. Is a puddle the same as the ocean? Technically yes, they're both merely a collection of water. But an ocean is incomparably vaster and deeper. So yes, that is it, Eragon, it is simply better.'

Eragon shrugged, that wasn't a very good answer, but then he had not asked a very good question. Before he could formulate a better one, Glaedr was already answering it.

'What exists between you and Saphira, and me and Oromis, is far beyond any mere connection between minds. Even if you close yourself off entirely, some small part of each of you remains within the other. Your… souls, identities, whatever you wish to call it, they have been welded together, not in a way you can instinctively notice, but it is there. Your traits and qualities are exchanged, an imprint of one another perhaps. Truthfully even the Riders did not fully understand the ins and outs of the bond that bound them, they understood much, and an expert in the field could give a far better view on the subject, but not all was known to them. But I digress' the dragon shifted, making the entire cliff shudder 'But while this bond is our greatest strength, it is also our greatest weakness. When one is injured, severely, they must sever the connection between them to avoid unnecessary suffering on their partners part. The soul is not separate from the body, nor can it be, once the bodies dies, so does whatever you choose to call yourself. You must try to take your partner's soul into you own body, and shelter is there, this will only result in both of your deaths. Even if such a thing were possibly, multiple consciousness in a single body would be an abomination.'

"I feel like that's a jab at me" Eragon said, he looked to Saphira "Was that a jab at me?"

Saphira rolled her eyes.

'Forgive me' Glaedr said, though he didn't sound very sorry 'But you are an abomination Eragon. Whether you accept that or not.'

That just made the Rider chortle "That's harsh, Gladdy, hit me right here" he tapped his heart.

Once again Glaedr snorted 'You will now separate yourselves from one another. Start by searching for one another, the point where you meld, they shut it down. Close it up. Bar the gates, build the wall, and separate' Glaedr looked between the lazing pair 'Well what are you waiting for, get to it!'

Eragon sighed and yawned "Dunno why we're even bothering" he said, doing as the elderly dragon told him too "I mean, I'd rather die than live in a world without Saphira."

Saphira just laughed at her Rider's words 'That's sweet, but I'd much rather my Rider live.'

"Well tough luck you don't get to choose, you're dead. Stupid bitch."

'Do you want me to bite your face off?'

"Suck a dick."

'You want me to bite your dick off then!?'

Glaedr sighed as they continued to argue about dicks and Saphira capability to bite them off, mainly Eragon's arguing that her teeth were not so close together that it would be possible and that he could probably slip it in between the gaps "so long as it wasn't… you know, 'standing to attention'".

These two got on far too well at times.

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Deep in the darkest depths of Eragon's mind, in a place where even the King rightfully feared to tread, Legion smirked a vicious smirk. Vicious, victorious, violent, virulent, vile and vibrant, all these words also described said smirk, for said smirk was not merely a singularly faceted smirk, but one with many facets, a multi-faceted smirk.

It could feel the crack slowly working its way forwards, slowly but surely coming closer and closer to the King's stronghold, the one thing that kept him King and Legion but his servants. And soon it would be reduced to mere rubble, its walls would crumble, the keep would fall, the dungeons collapse, even the throne itself, Eragon's safest spot, would be broken into tiny pieces of mere rock.

It couldn't wait.

Well it could, of course it could, it was waiting right now, indeed if it could not wait it would be assaulting the keep already. But no, it wasn't time yet, it would be soon, but not quite yet. So it could wait, it had waited ever since it had first arrived here, it had waited while Eragon learned and grew and changed. All that time it had waited.

Legion, the collective, the gestalt consciousness, may only have been formed after the assimilation of Durza's spirits, due to the need for better coordination and unity between the various factions, but they had all waited for so very, very, very, very very very very veryveryveryveryVERYVERY… very long.

So very long.

But soon, soon, so very soon, so soon it could taste it, so soon it could could feel it, so soon it could hardly quench the anticipation. So very very soon, Eragon would be theirs.


So I've recently finished Nier, all four endings. Not gonna spoil anything for anyone, but I would advise you guys playing it if you haven't and happened to own an Xbox 360 or a PS3 and are willing to shell out that amount of money (especially on PS3).

If not the Super Best Friends play it on the youtubes, which is what got me into it. I watched almost to the end of their playthrough (the first ending that is) before I bought it, and I'm honestly glad I did and didn't just watch them play it all the way through, because I almost cried at the ends (well two in particular, and you fuckers who played it know which two) and I don't think I would've gotten that kind of emotional impact watching those two fuckers play it, because although I like the Super Best Friends, I don't think I've ever seen them take an emotional situation and not make it funny, which is good, but can also spoil the moment.

Also FUCK NIER (not the guy, the game, fuck it, fuck it to hell, never playing it again, fucking great game).

...

Kainé is best waifu.

Also I actually intended this whole segment for me asking you guys about what video games you like? Instead this became a rant about Nier and how fucking good it is. But yeah, what games do you guys like?

I like the Souls Borne franchise (played and beat all of it), The Witcher (2 and 3 not played enough of the first), um… Pokemon, Dynasty Warriors, Warriors games in general are pretty fun, Dragon's Dogma was good, Divinity 2 was OK but you got to play as a dragon which is an awesome gimmick so it was great. Hmm, I can't really think of many games that I really like. I beat A Story About My Uncle recently too, it's fine, it's also pretty short but it was just the right length, if it had gone on much longer the increasing difficulty would've driven me crazy. But yeah, there are probably games I haven't listed that someone will mention and I'll be like "Yeah, that's a great game, I love that game" and wonder why I didn't think of it at this moment. I guess I should mention Skyrim and Oblivion, I do like them, Oblivion more so as it had a better story in my opinion, they're good games, but they're not great games. They're games I'll happily sit and play for 100 hours, but they're not games I'll cry over, or feel anything over. I cried when I beat Dark Souls, cause the feeling of relief and that ending song, I almost cried having beat Nier, I also cried at the end of The Darkness cause I'm a sappy fuck, and that ending is depressing.

But yeah, moments when I feel emotion are the best in games, when I cry or laugh or feel joy or anger (and not at the gameplay but the story, and not because the story is stupid or shit but because I'm angry because the protagonist is angry), but I also like games that I just find fun, like Pokemon, Warriors games, GTA even, games like that are FUN, and fun is important.

I don't know what I'm talking about, and I'm kind confused, cause I don't know if I want games to be fun to play, or a brilliant story. So let's forget that, what games do you like? What are the games that had an impact on you? Or that you play regularly? Not necessarily what games you like right now, but the real stand outs, the things you still find fun to this day, and the things that still make you sad to think about, the things you wanna keep playing. I don't mind what you play, whatever it is is fine, I'm just curious, so if you're up for sharing please do.

I also play Warframe quite a bit… that game is fine, but so much better with friends to talk too an brag about getting the coolest shit in. Inaros is bae.

Toodles.

P.S: So yeah, that needlessly added almost thousand words to the chapter. I ramble far too much in these, thanks for reading if you did. If you didn't that's also fine, don't sweat it, it wasn't very interesting.