Fucking Deja vu.

Feel like I'm gonna cry.

Trivia:

Which U.S. President officially declared Thanksgiving a celebrated holiday? Why?

Nothing brings your mortality into perspective like an ambulance showing up in the neighbors drive. I just hope it's not for the old man. Their car followed, but tomorrow I'll drop by.

It's two days before Thanksgiving, so I really hope it's not something serious. I wonder if they'd appreciate lasagna and company, as cheap as that sounds, I don't really want either of them stagnant in suffering.

Ugh, talk about a freaking odd dream. I occasionally get horror dreams (I can't call them nightmere's, and they're more of a horror story)

I woke up just after watching the body of some guy I killed to make sure he was actually dead. He deserved it, having had every intention of raping and killing myself, my dream companion with red hair, and my dream sibling that couldn't decide on whether it was a seven year old boy or a thirteen year old girl. Actually, it was pretty inventive if I do say so myself. He threw the kidsibling into the torture chamber and turned on us and right when he was about to break my arm (man my elbow hurt when I woke up, it was behind my head) the redheaded companion grabbed his keys and stabbed him. Attention turned, I was tossed the keys and shoved them in his throat. Those must've been really long, sharp keys, you know? Because eventually I hit the vertebrae and was all in between and twist and shove up to snap the neck while red head was yanking on the dude's head.

Yeah, as I said. I watched to make sure he was dead. Apparently at one point in the dream he was Ganondorf, even if then he wasn't, the impression of not actually dying and rising to kill you with your back turned stuck.

Other odd points of the deam.... I think the first part was different, and I went back to my world or whatever and that's when the sibling came. But apparently I was "Byzantine descended" which was why not-Ganon originally wanted me (we had conflict in dream part one, too.) That stemmed from Age of Empires II all night last night, I'm sure. In dream part one, where I met everybody, I didn't have my wits about me. Apparently I had some stone attached to me (and at one point I thought I was playing a video game and was faced with the Gods and figured - Hey! It's not just me! The wouldn't be able to program that, if I had a faulty sphere!") that wasn't a normal one like everyone elses, it was cursed. So I was seeing like, siren's who were my fictional dead mothers who had green hair that tried to seduce me into jumping a cliff, and other mishaps. But it gave me super powers! So I wanted my lack of sense back when facing not-Ganon.

There were other parts, like the fact that the world we were in (it wasn't ours) was full of famine and depression and the ground infertile. But that was incidental.

...by Miles Prower. He blew my barrier, spun around when I was confused, knocked me over, grabbed me, flew in the air, slammed me down and ended in spin attack right on my middle while stunned.

I just got my butt beat by a cpu Tails.

Tails.

Geez. Ten years blurred the memory of Sonic Fighters quite well, didn't it?

So anyway, this is the latest oddball on my mind lately. I've been playing and replaying ToS for a while, and while I did oneshots of it, this is actually going somewhere. Usually I myself am ambivalent about before/during Kharlan stories, but darn it, this plot put the juicy fish eyeball on the hook, tempting me and tempting me.

Title: I am Balacruf

Disclaimer: I do not own any plot or characters pertaining to Tales of Symphonia, nor the game and franchise itself.

Warning: Extremely sensitive material ahead in the form of attempted rape.

  

( I Am Balacruf )

It's funny but... quite inadvertantly, I've gotten a new hobby. Wood working, of sorts. It started with when I made my own staff for Renfaire, then I made another for a friend, another in a different wood for myself, and then someone asked me to make a HP esque wand. It's not true whittling, making shapes out of blocks of wood, but it's woodworking none the less.

Now if only I could get paid for it...

...wow. Seriously? It's machinations. Not mechanisms. Unless the manipulations are due to hard wiring I doubt that it would be "the old man's mechanisms." right after referring to emotional string pulling for desired results.

Spell check won't catch it, you say? WELL IT SHOULD'VE LOOKED WRONG!

Mechanisms. bah.

The car is... not dead, but not drivable. Am stranded an hour from home until at least tomorrow. Greatest apologies to people I have to talk to.