I'm SURE the devil cried...

So, I picked up Devil May Cry 3 the other day. I must say that the reported difficulty was right on. Even on easy it about has me wanting to go cry to my mom. Though the game is incredibly cool, especially if you're into the HK movies like I am. Gunslinger style is right up my alley. Along with some of the new acrobatic type moves like slinging around a pole and nailing someone with the shotgun or slicing em in half with my sword. It's far too cool. The combos are a lot easier to string together as I can chain em with a few shots with the pistols. Capcom really made up for that abomination of a game, which shall not be named. The camera is still a little twitchy in it's conrol, but it stays close enough so that you don't miss any of the action. It's returned to the same type of style that the first game had. The reasons for being where you are are clearly defined instead of "hey i'm on an island this mission in the middle of nowhere and then...I'm in a city infested by demons that's nowhere on said island" with no reason for being anywhere. Caocom outdid themselves on this one in just the fun factor that I enjoyed in the first one. The second one tried to implement some cool additions but the camera was so screwy that you didn't even notice them or you were so irritated by the "story" that you didn't really care. DMC 2 was the Highlander 2 of the series...it should have just never been made.

Mahalo

I finally broke down...

I decided that after all these many months that I would finally break down and Google myself. And I've discovered that there must be something in the name. For some odd reason all of the entries for me revolve around Fan Fiction (which I don't write per se, but i do write RPG's so i guess it fits), comic books and creativity/drawing/poetry. It's really pretty unnerving. It all kinda ties into my theory of Infinite Selfs. I know I've tried to explain all of this to most of you before but I'll try to give the short short version for those of you who haven't listened to the litany before. I, as a 28 year old male exist in 2005. with me so far? Now my theory, which can not, and probably will not be proven or disproven in my lifetime, states that I not only exist in 2005, but simultaneously I exist in say, 3005, 1642, and 3000 BC. Now you may all say "isn't that just past lives bullshit". No but close. What I feel is that all times, past and future exist at the same time. If you follow August Ferdinand Moebius' theories than you know that he says that all points in time and space can be reached through out any other point. That's the point behind the Moebius Strip. but anywho, it comes out in the wash as that my consciousness is "stretched" across all of time and space, separated only by brief moments in time when I'm "dead". and just think...that was the short form. But so to make my point is for some reason all the other people with my name on Google share the exact same interests and habit, and talents as I do...it's just kinda creepy.

Mahalo

*sigh*

It's been an interesting week. Work aside I've been fighting off a case of bronchitis, rather unsuccessfully I might add. I signed into City of Heroes today off and on. It's not so much that I have no love for the game anymore. Far from it. I still would enjoy the game...except for the feeling of isolation. I've been out of the game for a while thanks to World of Warcraft. Where once I'd have people coming at me left and right, now the broadcast chat and my own PM's are silent. There's no one that i used to play with on anymore. It's just not as fun without people. I think this is one reason I've stuck with WoW. I need the human interaction. As much as my characters are theyre not as fun by themselves. kind of a spot to be in.