Mitch

I recently rented Burnout 3: Takedown and was really impressed. Now I want to buy the game, and I suppose sometime soon I will. It's a pretty gorgeous-looking game and the game's graphics convey a great sense of speed. Also its different modes are well done: I especially enjoy the crash mode, where you simply crash into traffic and try to do as much damage as you can. Racing is also fun due to takedowns and getting boost. Good game. I think it's only $20 at this point, too (not sure, though, that's just my guess).

People are picky because this is Star Wars. This is something that means a lot to a lot of people, so of course that's how they're going to take it. In the end, I thought Episode III was a bit above average, and that is it. Its good aspects are dwarfed by its bad aspects. What are the worser aspects to the movie? Most people have already mentioned them all. The dialogue was trite, I dislike the heavy use of CGI and like the older movies' use of actual costumes and puppets and actual landscapes, as well as the special effects; the love story within these prequels has been terribly executed and it's embarrassingly terrible in this movie as well - there were also a lot of awkward moments (examples: Darth's "Noooooooo!1111111~~~~" towards the end, the part where they're rescuing Senator Palpatine and the camera suddenly cuts to him for a quick moment as he says something really quickly which is intangible and sounds like "Yip!" or something, and so on and so forth - I won't bore you any longer). If I had to give it a rating, I would give it two and a half stars out of four. Now the good aspects: Anakin was acted out much better than in the previous movies, and as was Obi-wan and Palpatine. And over all, the story had much more to it than anything the past two movies threw at us. Recently I've watched the old movies once again, and it just makes me realize how much better they are than these prequels will ever be. Episode III is a worthy Star Wars movie which is still a disappointment, and despite what some people are saying, it is nothing as good as the older movies and never will be.

It was good, but you've done better. I also didn't like that it rhymed every single line, personally. Any poetic/ rhythmic device is good, in moderation; when they're used so much they get tiresome easily and don't work well within a poem. This is just my opinion on the poem, so there you go. . .just too much rhyming. Perhaps I just wasn't in the mood for a poem like this, but nonetheless you deserve to be commended because of how much your poetry feels like it's your own: goofy and carefree, usually full of double entendres, as if you've grown but are still holding onto that inner child.

I own it. I'm not a rabid X-men fan but I like X-men nonetheless. I still didn't find it to be as great as a lot of people seemed to make it out to be. It's basically a Diablo/ Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance clone, and having played games like these a lot made it so the game wasn't as great as others might think. It's still a good game, though, and at least worth renting.

I guess I didn't realize this album came out so soon. It's been a busy time for me lately, so I suppose that's why. I'll be buying this album tomorrow it is likely then. . .I'll give my impressions then. I doubt I'll like this album better than their first, self-titled release. I love that record for its raw sound and just what it is in general. I see a certain someone hasn't come in here yet. Tony and a few others know who. Perhaps he just isn't around.

I've only listened to it in full about once to be honest. In the end it's disappointing. There's some good music to be had on this album, but there's better NIN out there than this.

I'm assuming you meant 50,000 [i]word[/i] novel - a 50,000 [i]page[/i] novel is quite insane, and highly unlikely. Anyway, I've been working on a novel for probably more than a year now, I guess; somewhere along there. Anyway, I've got 20,000 words thus far, approximately, and I plan to get at least 50,000. I don't know that I'd jump into this with you, though. I've got a deadline set for myself to finish this novel by the end of the year, which should be easier considering summer's coming along (even though I'll be working etc. I'll have more time, or so I hope). At this point it is getting harder to write the novel, because I just don't know where I want to go specifically next with it. I mean, I know what it wants to be in the long-term, but I need to take some time getting there and make it more fleshed out.

[b]name:[/b] Tracy McKermic [quote][i]The rain hits my skin like dead slugs.[/i] The slugs seem to be gooey, they seem to just sort of slowly slither off my body. They seem to be alive. The day is gloom epitomized - dark, brooding clouds; the smell of fresh rainwater; the way the wet streets, sidewalks, and roads look - reflecting dismally anything and everything; the feeling in my head. And I?m out walking, a cop of his own looking for something to kill, bust, or otherwise torment. [i]Slop, slop, slop[/i] - it?s my shoes slopping on the ground, talking to me. Cars blur past me, kicking up the wet on their wheels, dousing it all over. I pass an alley and find a present amongst the busy clamor of the city. I see the shadows of a woman and a man. I can smell something's wrong. The woman eyes me. Those eyes say fear. I look at the mugger, a big, strong, stone-carving of a man. He holds the purse, eyes me with his open-mouthed loon. His teeth edge out like stakes - stakes I'd like to punch in. I come close and reach into the depths of my leather jacket. I pull out the sender of death. I point its mouth at the woman. ?Don?t resist,? I say. She eyes me wonderingly. [i]Don?t resist? What?[/i] her eyes mirror. Water?s welling in her eyes, even though what?s falling from the heavens is enough. ?J - j - just don?t, don?t shoot me,? she says. I shake my head, but my hands contradict. ?I won?t,? I say, and put a bullet right in her heart. Her face crumbles into pain, she lets out a cry; her life is over. [i]Slop, slop, slop[/i]. I walk away, back into the city?s endless commotion, just another man. The goon stares on at me until I'm gone. I put my gun away. The rain keeps falling; it?s gloom and doom.[/quote]

I will never drink any alcohol it is likely. That's my pledge at this point, and I'll stick by it more than likely. Even when I turn 21, I won't be getting drunk and start drinking just because suddenly I"m at the drinking age. I tend to stray heavily away from drugs, and so this is the case with alcohol as well. I've seen the pointlessness of drugs enough already. Every day I watch my mom commit suicide with a cigarette, albeit it is slower than the typical suicide. It just doesn't appeal to me. I also don't drink any pop any longer, either; I gave it up. No more caffeine. I'm drug-free.

i have met many stars dipping in this milky way some far, some are i have met many stars twinkling brightly bathed in blackness nightly i have met many stars whose tips did touch as cheeks do blush yet the brightest is the sun whose irascibilty is hard to perceive and whose glare is hard to hate

i dwell within my brain, alone, alone and i am far from lonely it actually is quite homely you see, my mind is my heart full of arteries, capillaries, so many streets of blood and then there is imagination st. it is a place i visit often dreaming as i dream in it i am it is there i exist outside, reality is abusive slaps me back and forth bruises me, makes me bleed that is when i run, in sweat to imagination st. there, on that street, walk words upon sidewalks made of dreams and they always turn, always stare at me when i come these words, they love me these words, they would die just for me here on imagination st. the words come to me, the words talk to me and from them i scream out handwriting from them i create what is but is not through them, i am i can see them now, going to and fro about imagination st.: a street that goes on forever a street that never ends it's a street that reality, the cold hard murderer has tried to kill but there'll be no genocide here so here i write and weave out intricate yarns, with frayed ends and dead pins so here i climb the rope made of words which dream [center][URL=http://img161.echo.cx/my.php?image=underneathhand6qn.jpg][IMG]http://img161.echo.cx/img161/7734/underneathhand6qn.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [size=1]In this image, the words are escaping from imagination st. to Mitchell Grant Smith's hand. Click thumbnail for a larger view of the image. The words read:[/size] [i]Cloudy water Endlessly deep For someone to keep Only underneath That cloudy water Will you sleep[/i][/center]

last night, it was a riot me and my bed and she said - my left hand - she said, suzy said, ?i want you.? and i wanted her too, that?s right she held me upright we had a great time me and my left hand suzy i bet you?d call me a loser but i?ve got a girlfriend i got my left hand suzy, she?s mine all mine she never yells but in lust suzy, she knows the south seas like a sailor she knows how to take off clothes like a tailor suzy, oh yeah, suzy, she?s the gal of my dreams she?s a queen and i?m her king me and my left hand suzy so screw tangled relationships screw big-breasted gals and pretty hips so screw maritial hell i?d rather screw with suzy so let your hand jive, jive, jive and let your worries go carrying away cause i?ve got my left hand suzy

like nick from [i]the great gatsby[/i], i prefer to withold judgement until that judgement comes. . .more likely than not, though, i believe he is innocent - i'm led to believe this from watching that interview that was done of him and aired on one of the well-known networks. i think in this case it just shows how stupid fame can become, what with all the useless attention this court case is getting, while there's more important things to worry about. but such is america. we couldn't care less about the issues that matter, but would rather follow the most scandalous or sensationalized rubbish.

it is near impossibility to isolate one teacher out of the many i've had and say, "yes, they were the best." therefore, i shall list some who were memorable. mr. johnson was my chemistry teacher last year. the class was hard. he gave a heavy load of homework nearly every day, he had quizzes often, but although he was a hardass, he had a soft way about it. the class was entirely entertaining, as well, i had a lot of memorable people in the class, and from time to time we got to do labs as well. all-in-all you could tell mr. johnson actually [i]cared[/i] about science as well as teaching, and it made me care - and many other people in the class, no less. mr. winter is an english teacher as well as the adviser of our school's newspaper. he looks just like johnny depp did in [i]Secret Window[/i] - except he has jet black hair. if you're seeing the image i've conjured, then you'll realize he looks like a writer. and that he is, even if i haven't had the chance to read much of his stuff (he's one of those writers who are really rather secret about their writing - keep it all hush-hush). he's an altogether interesting guy, but i still don't know a lot about him. he actually is kind of mysterious, now that i think about it. this year is his last year at my school, then he'll be going to a bigger city where his wife is making more money and where he'll, undoubtably, make more money. i'll be leaving my school for good this year as well. i'll miss the guy. mrs. beaudoin is my current ap english teacher. she's said to me that i'm one of the few "do or die" writers she's met in her life. she's constantly amazed by my talent and seems to have a high opinion of me. she also takes a lot of crap from me in her class: i tend to act pretty crazily from time to time, saying the oddest and most ludicrous things. it's amusing. she understands my insanity to lengths, and laughs in amusement too, a sort of shocked amusement at the sorts of things i say. she also has the look of a writer: picture a female mr. winter, maybe. she's got curly locks, only hers aren't golden, but black too. she's got glasses as well. she is also a very emotionally intelligent woman; she cares about her students, and we've talked with each other a few times, just about things. mrs. josart was my anatomy teacher for the semester of anatomy i took. she's such an intensely bright woman, i'm constantly bewildered by the fact that she's teaching rather than changing things in science and making a bigger difference. but i suppose that is okay; even so, she is such a brilliant woman, and i was constantly amazed by the information she knows. i was also outrageous in her class while i was there last semester. she took it pretty well too.

2001 honda civic. i got in a crash recently, totally my fault and absolutely ricidulous - i honestly cried when it happened, since it was a new car i'd gotten and all, and i'd gone and gotten in a wreck. i plan on selling it as soon as i fix it; at this point it's become financially onerous. although it would be possible to sustain the required funds to pay insurance as well as the loans each month, i do not want to work as much as i do now once i go to college. speaking of loans, i find it's one of the most ridiculous things. people go out and buy a car and get loans. what they fail to realize is that most often, after they have made all their loan payments on their car they will have paid double what the car would've cost if they would've just put down all the money at once. it's a huge trap people endlessly fall into and it's how the banks make a lot of money. that's the american way for you. this also applies to houses: almost every middle class american, who works hard at their job, has a family, and all that jazz, have to pay about triple what their house would cost if they were able to afford their house when they first purchased it. it's ridiculous.

right now my favorite author is mitchell grant smith. he isn't known well at all, and he is kind of a loser sometimes, and he's altogether pessimistic and overexaggerative, yet i enjoy him. he doesn't have any solid published material yet. he has, however, shared with me his work-in-progress novel, tentatively titled [u]Somewhere Out There[/u], which appears to be pretty solid thus far, albeit not the most uppity thing to read. he's only got a few poems published at this point in his just-began career, but also he has shared with me numerous poems he's made, and he shows immense talent. his writing mainly deals with a general dislike for society, and championing of the individual and pursuits of the self, as well as determination and celebration of the wonder and potent power of the written word.

The $100 Red Octane pad I bought officially sucks. Instead of using it I took out one of my old soft pads and lo and behold, there was such a huge improvement. I was actually getting the arrows as I hit them for once, it was so amazing! Now I feel so much more into the game. Today I got a B on "The Legend of Max" on standard, go me.

Sorry, but I just have to say this: you people who play DDR with your fingers are totally missing what the game's about. Nothing, and I mean [i]nothing[/i] compares to playing with your feet. :p. It is harder, you actually sweat and get a workout, and DDR was a game made for you to play with your feet. . . My progress lately has been slow. At this point I need another new pad before I'm going to be able to improve anymore. Although I've been playing at a slower pace, I played so often that the ignition pad I bought is already wrecked: it's got cracks in it and the down arrow only works if you touch the very tip of it, which is quite annoying. At this point I want a metal pad, but I don't have the money to waste (well I do, but I've got to pay for a car crash I got into. . .it's going to cost $1,100, bleh). I plan on getting some metal pads over e-bay soon enough. I've been playing some harder songs lately. "Maxx Unlimited," "The Legend of Max," "Drop Out," "V," "A," "Can't Stop Falling in Love (Speed Mix)," "There You'll Be," a whole slew of "PARANOiA" songs, "Afronova," "Maximizer." I'm also finally getting pretty good at "Tsugaru." Got a B on it on Heavy. I figured out I had to learn to do gallops in order to pass the song, so now I'm decent at gallops. . .one thing I really wonder, though, is [b]what is a crossover[/b]? I think I have a general idea, but I want to know. I've read some explanations on the internet but I can't quite grasp it. It's too bad someone couldn't just show me, or something, heh. I understand that to get the best at this game, you have to hit each arrow with a different foot, and I understand as well crossovers are necessary for this. That's why I want to know what they are, so I make sure I use them. The main thing is I finally got a B on "Max 300" on Standard. The thing is, I can't get a B again. Seems as if I was just really lucky, or something. It was odd I got a B when I did considering I had just gotten back from working 8 hours when I got it. . .you'd think I was tired. [center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23145[/img][/center]

oh the drone of every day life the non-stop endlessness the ever-going game welcome to this playground welcome to the merry-go-round which is quite a funny name for what this circle spinning is it isn't quite merry at least, not all the time as i sit here and write this i am much too large for this merry-go-round i spin on but i refuse to step off onto the hard dirt ground i refuse to let what is left of me be abandoned and die like some stray dog on the street no no, i refuse you'd need the strongest man with the strongest willpower to push me off, to make me fall so just go ahead and try, world try to push me off my little spinning circle i won't leave this circle for another, bigger, circle i'd rather claim my own oh i am bored, and sick, i am tired of spinning always i am tired of being told and shown how to live my life, what i am supposed to do, what i am supposed to be everything i ever needed is inside this flesh canopy everything you ever wanted is inside this sack of bones just better be careful it's fragile i got to watch myself so i don't fall off my merry-go-round how life seems to drag on and on and on and on and oh, how i'm starting to spin fast enough so life doesn't have to whip me like the horse i am to it - you wait, i shall emerge i will be what i never thought i would i will be what i am --------------- i am empty wide open i have no words to say i am empty wide open blank, white, standing i have no words to say i feel like blowing wind whispering, struggling against everything it can trying to say something but only shrieking softly are my words all used? are my words all abused? am i just a strong wind being choked to death slowly till i cannot make a thing move? ----------------- im choking myself to death im a twig on a tree bending in half im the decaying apple on the ground im bursting out from this impertinent flesh im the bird with the broken wing im the starving skeleton burying itself im the walking ghost haunting myself im the laceration that will scar im a black star im a cratered moon im broken shards from the mirror im the dying lick of flames im acid rain destroying statues im bursting out from this impertinent flesh im choking myself to death im watching language commit suicide im the blotch of ink that's always there im a heart black in oil im the dying rose that lied im the wild weed choking nurtrient soil im watching words suffocate together im a smoker's black lungs im a fly waiting to give maggots im a pile of fresh shit im the tapeworm crawling around im the many-eyed black spider im a butterfly caught in gossamer im sanguinolent with disease im an infectious super virus im being eradicated im the skipping rock that sunk im a weak fist im bursting out from this impertinent flesh im a numb snowflake melted to nothing im saying goodbye ----------- for all i've written: flying dreams wishing wells pacts of blood flowing passion for all i've written i bet it doesn't matter at all the world shall keep spinning and as i realize i'm dumber than i believed i'll let those who think they are smart take their higher-up positions for all i've written it'll be erased by time's fucking hands by this world's logical functioning i would like a mess i want a mess to make beautiful but all i see is endless organization i see roads leading nowhere i see a man and a woman holding withering hands i see crisp, green money like blood i see buildings, all too square if only it would crumble the words i could say will die in me in the tombstone that is my head no funeral because no one cared i'm almost crying but i'll never cry i'm too dead to realize i've been reborn too dead to be myself it's okay, no one cares anyway words are dead these days they can no longer move the world they could move me but my movement just makes me burn with hate ------- ha ha, so laugh so life, it?s funny it?s a happy-lappy energizer bunny it hops, it jumps gets herky-jerky as it rides, as it humps oh life is funny life is a joke that?s spoke over and over again very cliché wouldn?t you just die laughing? i forget what?s so grave --------- when she?s quite too beautiful to be yours your eyes look but your brain knows so you?ll stop yourself it?s especially unlikely when you realize she?s taken when there?s no hope there is no hope and well-wishing is just denial so you?ll look at yourself in the mirror think, it?s because i?m not handsome enough it?s because i?m not good enough it?s because there?s better so i?ll work myself harder i?ll run faster i?ll lift heavier i?ll learn more so i?ll become the best or close enough to finish near and even then it?s still doubtful she?ll even hear and even then it?s still doubtful i?ll feel i?ve done enough you know this crush crushes on this? i guess i should realize it?s hopeless when it?s hopeless i guess i should know when to let it go and it?s sure i won?t even care some day soon then i?ll wonder why i felt this way ---------- i feel somewhere down today, yes i do i don?t quite know where maybe there?s a well and maybe i fell and maybe i got wet, and sometimes sometimes, i try to forget but then i remember i forgot i feel somewhere down today, yes i do i don?t quite know where maybe there?s a hell maybe i fell and maybe i got burnt, and sometimes sometimes, i try to remember but then i forget i remember i feel somewhere down today, yes i do i don?t quite know where i?m trying to crawl like a baby but i walk like i?m eighty and maybe i?m going to fall, and sometimes sometimes, i?m crazy but that?s when i feel the most sane ------ II Why does it seem I?ve got writing diarrhea? I can?t write anything! What I write is worthless, and it has no meaning, and it goes all over the place in chaos. Maybe I just need to lay off the fiber? Or maybe someone?s slipping me laxatives? Or maybe I just wasn?t meant to write? III I?ve got the TP ready for whatever other words come flying out of this thing called a mind which might as well be a rectum with a sphincter I?ve also got the anal probe ready to use to dig inside for some treasures Wish me luck because I?ll need it the way this shit is going ------- oh hell?s bent destruction yes softly fire lick you between upon your lips it fall with a wild yell a wild yell simmering on sweat satin coffin, summer dress and flesh and flesh too impure too amoral devil, wild thing, witch lust so gluttonous gluttonous so gluttonous magic fingertips the burning, charred remains a heart thud-thud an eye blink-blink and smoke rise and smoke cover pleasure plays a gambler?s toss this skin could boil water this skin could cook flame and after and after i will be dry ash floating in the wind catching on pretty faces being smudged away and after and after the devil leaves oh hell?s bent destruction yes softly the devil?s gone ----- very sparse dry, chapped flat thin, flimsy breakable little damn feelings sometimes are the dust i choke on ----- through this body?s sweat its aches and pains as it squirms and writhes in movement it is trying to forget it is alive instead it tries to live without knowing it is alive through the bruises from falling off the bike, from these scars from the blood that seeps it is trying to forget it is alive it is trying to just be through blurred vision through tired eyes sleep comes walking alongside whispering a magic for this tired sack of bones telling it to await another day even the mighty fall even cowards can be valiant even heroes fear i?ll take this dive into unconsciousness i?ll live just to be sleep, my friend is taking me away i?m going under ------------- it seems we?ve all got a lesser affliction of sevant syndrome as we float about in this asteroid belt they call living we?re all bright as light bulbs but sometimes our glass breaks and our bulb is burnt out sometimes a meteor hits us home when we?re in the zone it?s only a matter of time before we?re cratered like a sullen moon then we?ll just drift along a lost, floating body in endless space is your moon full tonight? ready for the taking? mine is a sliver being engulfed ------ well i took off this goddamned manskin well i peeled away the flesh youandi, skeletons,felt our dead flakes of skin between our fingers wetook a bath in blood well youandi,skeletons,rubbed against one another in rhythm quite too dead to be alive but alive to be dead,we made a sound like antlers butted against each other,hollowly it echoed throughout well this is it my dear so pry open my skull so massage my brain well this is it my dear so let?s rub here for a while this is it,my dear soon i?ll just be grinded up flakes floating in the air -------- today, i ((o))???-benchpressed???-((o)) 95 pounds 10 x i am making progress ? there was also josh, who is in incredible shape who ((o))????-benchpressed?????-((o)) 275 pounds 4 x i am making progess yet i have a ways to go? i have determination willpower, the endless hopeful spirit of the individual with that, i can do anything with that, i can i will and i do --------- the night is upon us the day is dead owls ask ?who? on the branches a wind whistles shadows pervade the sun is dead burned to glowing embers the moon flies full and ripe glowing slightly people make to their beds pull covers over themselves shut off from the world then dream tomorrow is being born night will soon be in labor will tomorrow come prematurely? will it be an abortion? the owl?s only answer is ?who? the night?s answer, darkness ----- with my blackhole mouth i usher in space air i suck in stars i suck in nebulas i suck in this big thing of a dream till i might burst but burst i don?t upon this universe called my mind i breathe upon this nothing i heave with all my self this place is born it?s born and lives i?m releasing my inheld air i?m writing these words i?m creating this universe with my blackhole mouth i hiss my words touch stars my words float free in a whispering yell this is only the beginning let me whisper more of my yell to you maybe then you?ll understand maybe then, but maybe i dream maybe i don?t i?ll suck you in yet ------ (click it again once it's open to be able to read it)

I think there is quite a lot of negativity over the G4/ Tech TV merger. . .I can understand a little negativity about it, but I personally think people take it too far. I've been around with this channel since its days as just ZD TV, and then I was there when it became Tech TV. I've been watching it a long time. Although I scarcely watch TV, this is usually the channel I watch. I will agree "Attack of the Show" isn't as good as "The Screensavers" with Pat and Leo was. I miss Pat and Leo, they made that show good. Anyway, "Attack of the Show" is still good from what I've seen. Although a lot of the shows on G4 Tech TV aren't the greatest, there is still a lot of good stuff to watch to make up for this. I think we can all agree that Icons is a great show. I think X Play is also a great show. Adam Sessler and Morgan Webb make an excellent review crew, and their antics throughout the show make it worth watching. I remember when Morgan Webb first joined the show as co-host. It took her a while to warm to me, but now she is an integral part of the show. I really enjoy Judgement Day/ Electric Playground. Both are good shows. So what if one guy seems like a hipster and the other like a raging egotist? It's interesting to see them react with one another, and it's nice to hear some good info on games. Cinematech is pretty awesome as well. I like how they sometimes show some really old game trailers. . .it's interesting. It's just very artsy and visually stimulating, and I like that. I can pass on G4TV.com, I never really got too much into that show. Anyway, I think this channel is good. It's bad that a lot of good Tech TV shows were canned. . .but I suppose it can't be helped. Some sacrifices had to be made to do this channel. And even so, it's just nice to have a game dedicated to video games. . .it really shows how large of an industry they are becoming. This is the golden age of video games, or close to it, and there's a lot of money in it now. . .Anyway, I think you guys are too critical of this channel. It's not the best thing you'll ever see, but it's got some great shows and has some great moments that make it worth it. It can only go up.

[b]From Lust to Dust[/b][PG] This time, there is no time. This is the goddamned end. The termination. I've seen suns rain tears. Fire's licked me between the legs. I've heaved and panted with lust. Now all's that's left in this relationship is dust. I cough on it like a smoker's cough. Vultures are eating on us. Let go baby.

I wouldn't say the [i]most[/i] disappointing, but I found the end boss(es) of FF X to be disappointing in the sense that they were too easy. Perhaps I simply had more veteranage around the sphere grid and had leveled up my characters a lot, I don't know. But the boss fight was just too easy. I beat it on my first try and then again and then again.

[QUOTE=Desbreko][color=#4B0082]Or just start saving up for the Revolution now, as it's supposed to be backwards compatible with GCN games. And speaking of 3D Pokémon games and the Revolution, I've always thought an MMORPG would be perfect for the Pokémon universe. With the Revolution's WiFi support, it could be done, and I'm betting tons of people would go for it. It would be a perfect extension of the GBA Wireless Adapter used with FireRed/LeafGreen, as well as Diamond/Pearl on the DS undoubtably using the DS's wireless capabilities. Ever since seeing the original Pokémon Stadium, I've dreamed of this becoming a reality.[/color][/QUOTE] Yeah, I can just see people training their monsters, then going into battle with people all over the place. I'm all for this DS Pokemon MMORPG, it would truly be awesome. It would really instill a lot more life into the Pokemon franchise. Although it is still a great franchise, it's been ailing, at least in my opinion, since Nintendo hasn't really changed that much about the Pokemon games from the first on. It's slowly getting stale. I hope with this new 3D game they're making they add in a lot of new things which will diversify the gameplay and make it different in some ways. All we can do is wait and reserve judgement. I don't doubt Nintendo will deliver something great with this 3D game, but I would like to see more done with the Pokemon games than has been done in the past. There's still so much Nintendo can do with it if they just get creative enough people working at it.

I believe in the death penalty in only [i]extreme[/i] cases. I reserve it for people who cannot, will not, be able to change their ways no matter how hard one tries. I reserve it for the worst of the worst. That said, I also believe life in prison is a much better solution to the death penalty. It's somewhat ironic in and of itself to kill someone because they killed on the basis that killing is wrong. Anyway, the being sent to death is a mostly painless process these days: the sentenced is only given a lethal dose and slowly "falls to sleep," much like a dog will. It's painless. Whereas, in prison for life, the sentenced will have to brood over what he's done, come to terms with why he's in jail till he dies. Also, one who has done heinous crimes shouldn't get the rigths one in prison gets: they should have limited access to anything that will let them get their mind off what they did. No books, no TV, no anything, or very limited anything. Make them suffer a bit, like they did to their victim. It's a much more logical and worthy punishment than easy death. Eventually they will be killed by what they did anyway, and they'll die painfully because of all the years of their life they wasted in bars. In one way or another, they'll realize what they did was wrong. Or if they are incapable of this realization, they will die in anguish, in hatred of our government's judicial system, in iration of our world's morals. Whichever they case, they go through much more pain than just dying right away for their crime. This way, the sentenced will never go out in the world again to repeat their heinous crime. That is, unless the sentenced escapes somehow. But it's sure they would be placed in maximum security, and although they would be treated somewhat nicely, they should be treated for what they are. Our prison system is softer and less harsh than one is led to believe, but I believe solitary confinement should be in place for the sentenced, and as mentioned above, they not have the pleasures of every day life, but only what's necessary for them to have life. Another venue worth consideration is rehabilitation for the sentenced. By any means necessary and proper, whether it be therapy, drugs, or any other thing, the sentenced could be changed from their heinousness. The only thing of necessity would be that this change had near-permanence, and that they would not recommit their crime repeatedly. Even so, they would still have to serve a rather long prison sentence because of their crime, but because they changed, and have certifiably been found to be changed nearly completely, and tested about such, they would be released eventually.

This is a very hard question to answer. So, instead of just limiting it down to one game, I'm going to point out a little slew of games I enjoy. [i]Dance Dance Revolution[/i] is a game I enjoy. I've been playing it about 5 or so months at this point, usually daily, although lately I've been taking it easy. This game is so great because it's so simple, yet it takes a lot more skill. If you're familiar with it, you've seen people DDRing and they make it look so easy. But once you get up on the dance pad and try to dance so fast your legs are burning fire, it's a lot harder than you'd think. I'm far from becoming the best at this game, and it's crazy how good some people are at this game. It's kind of frustrating but at the same time, it makes you more determined to get better, to get that good. The game also implements exercise, which is something a lot of people don't get enough of. It's also addicting. [i]Parasite Eve[/i] has always been one of my more favorite games. It's probably an odd choice since a lot of people might disagree on its greatness. But I really enjoy it. What I enjoy most about it was how fresh it felt when I first played it way back in '97 or whenever it came out. It's basically an RPG, but it mixes survivor horror elements as well as adventure elements, creating truly original gameplay. It's also got a nice plot and story that keeps you playing. It's flawed, though: it's short. Although the Chrysler building makes up for this, and also the EX game, critics' main harping point has always been it's too short. [i]Chrono Trigger[/i] is just a game that I think is generally loved to death. In this gaming age I notice some of the newer gamers haven't played it. If you haven't played this game, you [i]must[/i]. It was a game released way back in the 16-bit days of the Genesis and the SNES, but it's a real gem of a game, and you should let none of your gaming biases get in the way of seeing this. Sure, the graphics may be 2D, and aren't as good as the eye candy we see today. But that doesn't matter with a game such as this. It's a timeless game that has an amazing plot and it's a game that nearly any gamer can pick up and enjoy very much. [i]Starcraft[/i] is an amazing RTS. I've been playing it for years and it hasn't gotten old. This game can sap hours and hours of your life. To this day, battle.net still has quite a number of people coming onto SC and still playing it online. It's that good.