A light wind chasing stray snowflakes across a sea of white. Waves and ripples rising and falling, drawing intricate patterns over the barren plane. Among them, a figure, alone and strange, kneeling in the snow as the flakes slowly cover his black coat, one, two, few, many, gradually turning the figure white.
An odd sight, to say the least. It seems to take forever for the figure to be covered completely - yet at last, the snow covers it in full - and still the figure remains motionless, almost frozen. Frozen, or perhaps awaiting something, something that only it knows of; a command, a call, a voice - something. The snow keeps falling, though fewer and fewer of the flakes reach the ground as the wind chases them away, them and the clouds, making way for the piercingly blue skies and an equally piercing, bright, stabbing sun. The sun that covers the snowscape in shimmering paint, the kind to blind a beholder's eye, make a man rush for it like a tomb-robber after a precious jewel catching a flicker of the torch and shining right back. A field of diamond dust. And in another eternity, the field changes colour - from white to pink and purple, growing ever deeper into the shade of blue. Darkness falls as the last of the sun's rays search blindly along the horizon, in vain trying to hold on to the ground to stay a moment longer.
And just then, the figure moves, awake for another night and another travel, drowining in the darkness that floods the valley.
Commentaries: Inspired by an odd combination of mood, weather and Boy and the Ghost from Tarja Turunen's new album, My Winter Storm.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Witcher
Yes, it's so good that it deserves a separate post. I'm planning to review it over the weekend as I've almost finished the game.
In case the dear reader is ignorant of just what The Witcher is, thanks to the asshattery from Atari's promotional department, it's a game that's as good as PS: Torment, VtM: Bloodlines (with way better combat and continually strong storyline), Gothic 2 and the BG series. First role-playing game as good in four years. Or maybe eight. Brilliant story, fun combat past the intro, great characters, lots of moral dilemmas of shades of gray (finally) and valid choices and consequences.
The Witcher's page, bypassing age check thingy.
*goes back to hunt monsters and make tough decisions with horrific consequences*
In case the dear reader is ignorant of just what The Witcher is, thanks to the asshattery from Atari's promotional department, it's a game that's as good as PS: Torment, VtM: Bloodlines (with way better combat and continually strong storyline), Gothic 2 and the BG series. First role-playing game as good in four years. Or maybe eight. Brilliant story, fun combat past the intro, great characters, lots of moral dilemmas of shades of gray (finally) and valid choices and consequences.
The Witcher's page, bypassing age check thingy.
*goes back to hunt monsters and make tough decisions with horrific consequences*
Political Correctness Strikes Again
I have always thought that Santa's "Ho ho ho!" was breaking the conversation norms. Apparently I'm not the only one now, Australians impose a ban on that saying this Christmas.
/heavysarcasmoff.
People that see cocaine in adverts of washing powder and otherwise see things that are "offensive" while they're not are the ones with problems, not the rest.
Dear Politically Correct People That See Offensive Crap Everywhere: Make The World Better. See A Shrink.
/heavysarcasmoff.
People that see cocaine in adverts of washing powder and otherwise see things that are "offensive" while they're not are the ones with problems, not the rest.
Dear Politically Correct People That See Offensive Crap Everywhere: Make The World Better. See A Shrink.
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