With the advent of Tekken 7’s release, I wanted to revisit the games previous canon title:
The most important thing to consider, when trying to decide whether or not to bother even playing Tekken 6, is that it is a TEKKEN game. Meaning? It’s awesome.
For fighting-game fans, Tekken is the ultimate experience. Every single character is unique not only in appearance and personality, but their fighting styles (averaging around 110 moves each) are all completely different, with only a few of the most basic moves seen repeated in the over 40-character roster.
The following is a write-up intended to portray, in practical example, the attitudes and personalities of a villain group usable in any fantasy/occult RPG setting, the Gaean cult “Terra’s Womb”.
On drizzly days like today, despite suffering an exuberant bout of ennui (You like the oxymoron there?) I’m still able to muster some mote of excitement for my favourite film of all time, The Crow.
This is the only film I’ve ever seen, which I’ve granted a “Perfect 10/10” rating. Is it actually a “perfect” film? Continue reading
I open my front door, and peer out at the “world” around me: I see a serene suburban street, pretty quiet with but a few cars passing now and then. It’s drizzly out, everything is coated in a thin wet veneer, and somewhat sparkling as the sun cascades softly through the mild cloud-cover.
I hear birds chirping, see beautiful green vegetation all around, Continue reading
I can’t help but wonder how humanity would respond if aliens– or, more fun to think about, a single alien– came to Earth, killed a BUNCH of corrupt people, gave us select technology to help us solve our problems, then disappeared without ever explaining how it found us or why it decided to help.
Would we damn the alien? Praise it? Claim it never existed? Continue reading
As if there wasn’t already enough, New York City, NY, is dousing the country once again with a steaming pile of… well, you see where this is going.
The issue surrounds a statue on Lower Broadway of a “Fearless Girl”, crafted by artist Kristen Visbal. The problem? It was placed deliberately, squaring off against an existing statue at the same location: Arturo Di Modica’s “Charging Bull”, which had formerly been a gift to the city after the major market crash in the 80’s, as a symbol of Americans’ resilience, strength, and prosperity.
Now that this “Fearless Girl” statue has been placed counter to it, the entire Continue reading
Once, there was a wolf that lived in a cave near a sheep ranch. The ranch was well-protected by armed farmers and sheep-dogs specifically trained to fight and kill wolves. In the early days, it was nearly impossible for the wolf to get a sheep when Continue reading
I feel like I fell in a cell,
I never was mentally well,
Least not since the age of 12.
Deeper inside my fire,
You may wanna call me a liar,
But there are purposes ever higher
That I desire.
I cry like I’m singin’ a choir,
My pain is a funeral pyre,
We soak ‘er in gas and then fry ‘er.
Rewrite midnight framed minds.
Mind-frame stagefright blind games, Continue reading
I write this for myself, and for you.
Is it more for me?
Is that relevant? If it benefits us equally?
Does it matter if I write for my own ego?
If this is to make me feel better or bigger, does it really make a difference, as long as the words hit home?
You matter. You are important.
As far as anything in this entire universe does, including the universe itself, Continue reading
I really wanted to start off my reviews section on a positive note, but given the difficulty with which I’ve had in getting myself to finally sit down and write as much as I’d like to, I’m going to go ahead and give myself a pass on this one. After all, integrity is more important than sunshine and rainbows, right?
That being said, let’s talk about The Factory Diner on 1st St., in Farmington, MO. It’s in something of a building complex, with a pretty neat architectural lay-out. I think the building used to be an actual factory of some sort, and it has been redesigned into a multi-purpose, multi-business sort of micro-mall. There’s a local cultural shop, formerly a tattoo-shop, a little place selling kitsch, and something like a bath-and-body-type store– and of course, the Factory Diner.
My first impression with this place was pretty positive. It had a nice (while fairly light) Continue reading