Metroid Other M: A RetrospectiveOr, how Other M does not fit into the Metroid canon.Metroid Other M: A Retrospective1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
It’s been almost four years since the release of the last Metroid game, and sadly this latest hiatus was kicked off, at least for me, on a very disappointing note.
I can’t even begin to explain how much of a disappointment this game was for me, but I’d probably attribute that to the ecstatic hype I allowed myself to fall into in the months before its release.
While the gameplay was pretty decent on its own, the linear style was a huge step down from the exploration aspect Metroid fans have come to cherish. I miss the days of Metroid gaming where I had the ever-present question in my mind; “Where the fuck do I go?”
Despite its linear take, Other M is a decently fun game to play, combining aspects of both the 2-D shooting style of the original games with hack-n-slash elements like dodging and “finishing moves”.
But while the gameplay in itself wasn’t terribly disappointing, (aside from th
Lone SurvivorThe cold, resonant groans of dead machinery filled the air. A vile shadow of its pristine glory, the derelict vessel had been torn asunder and exposed to the void. The ground beneath my feet trembled; aches and spasms shaken out by the mere force of gravity.Lone Survivor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was no surprise what awaited me inside the Valhalla. Vermin had taken over and became a nuisance while I explored the ship that, save for those putrid pests, was utterly devoid of life.
It was tragic, really. A mere few months ago this ship was a Federation gem, setting for itself high expectations on its first journey into space. The Valhalla was only on a training mission when it was forced to endure its savage demise.
I was an explorer in fresh ruins. A ship of sleek, cutting-edge design, its decks now tattered and cluttered with debris. Hallways once illuminated and filled with green recruits were now darkened and filled only with their bodies. Everywhere, there were bodies. Such a staggering loss of human life. How terrifyi
94 Percent Non-LivingTo be technical, I am about six percent alive. This is not to say that I am dying, nor does it mean that I am in remotely poor health. I am in very good condition- the best of my life if I do say so myself.94 Percent Non-Living8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is difficult to remember exactly what I once looked like. I was bipedal, with two arms, plus a head with a face. I was not ugly, I was not attractive. I was a soldier.
But I must stop myself here before I go much further. Was is past tense. I ought to remain in the present. I am a veteran, and I am a bounty hunter. And I am ninety-four percent non-living.
And right now, I am on a mission from the Galactic Federation. I am working with Rundas, Gandrayda, and the legendary Samus Aran.
I step into the test chamber at about the same time that I hear someone step in the door. I shoot a glance sideways. It's the only human hired, Aran. I do not think she knows what she has been hired on for. In fact, I doubt any of the others do, considering that I am the only one
Nothing Left to LoseShe fell to her knees beside him, leaning over to see how badly hurt he was. His eyes were half-closed and not quite focused, and every breath he took was shallow, uneven.Nothing Left to Lose5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Adam," she said urgently, shaking his shoulder. "Commander. Adam, can you hear me?"
He blinked, his eyes clearing a bit to look up at her. A half-smile touched his lips. "Hello, Lady," he said faintly.
She forced a smile in return. "Hey." Her hand tightened a little on his arm as he tried to puch himself up. "Don't try to move. Just rest, or you'll strain yourself."
He examined her with far-away eyes, taking in her face as if he was really seeing her for the first time. "I don't think I've ever told you that you're beautiful, have I?"
Her heart skipped a beat and she shook her head. "Shh," she whispered. "You're hurt. Just stay still. There'll be others here soon. They'll help."
"You know, I always kept meaning to tell you I love you," he said. "I guess I just...never found the time." His eyes closed. "Never found t
Outer SpaceI have constructed a canyon.Outer Space5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
( it will be an addendum to the dream )
Not a U.S.-Southwest-redrock-dayhike-national-park canyon.
(it's the sort of place you go to die
and so it is too tempting to pass up)
Before you go, I
will have to strip you of your juju.
Whatever it is.
Wherever you keep it.
I have constructed a canyon.
I dug long and through until the sharp point of my want for you
The Barrel Reviews - Metroid 2: Return of SamusThe Barrel Reviews - Metroid 2: Return of Samus3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Metroid 2: Return of Samus is the second installment in the Metroid series, released for the GameBoy in 1991.
Like a lot of early GameBoy games, if you bought it used, like me, without a manual you had no way of knowing the story. But the story in short is: we're on planet SR388, a planet infested with Metroids, among other creatures, and we have to destroy them all. As you play through you'll notice the Metroids are evolving into their newer forms, ranging from pathetically easy, to completely annoying. The evolved forms of the Metroids are no longer hurt by the Ice Beam so missiles are your only option. And after killing all of the Metroids we make our way to the Metroid Queen and destroy her as well. And *SPOILERS* after that we meet Biffalo *I mean* the baby Metroid, which becomes a heavy plot point for the future games.
This is a game that I would like to headline with the words; "The first time you play is brutal". The layouts tend to mesh together in a lot of places, so getting
:Kirby: Twisted Art Life - Broken Frame:Kirby: Twisted Art Life - Broken Frame1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plenty of plaguing thoughts are in my head,
Looming around within, it makes me wonder if
Everything I've done was even worth it.
A feeling of vanity is starting to bloom within me
Should I even care about what happens to
Grief is what I'm actually feeling right now,
Right when this world turned into a world of art
As I start to use the last of my power,
Now I am thinking about my heroic sister.
The bond between us was like a branch and snapped.
My little sister started to hate for leaving her,
Yet she still loved me because I was her only family.
Leaving probably wasn't the best thing to do.
At last, I have reached my breaking point,
Starting with my unseen demise,
This vision of mine is starting to blur all around me.
Why did I let my power-hungry mind control my own being?
I have lost sight of what was important to me now.
In between placesWhen people long for springIn between places1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they forget that
and clean white lines
don't simply morph
into lush green living things
When people long for spring
they forget all the things they could not bury
in stone hard ground
and the way death smells
when it thaws
When people pray for snow-melt
and dream of golden afternoons
in quiet fishing coves
They forget that
when you wake a sleeping river
You get a raging torrent
Gorged on torn trees
and blackened with stolen soil
Before you get a quiet brook
to soothe sore feet
When the burns penetrate deeper than the skin
and the damage hides under the surface
people want to forget that
The nerves heal first
and the first sign of life
is screaming pain
and the feel of fire all over again
Life does not divide itself up neatly. There are places in between hurt and healing
in between death and new life
and they are never nice to look at.
Cytoarchitecturally Definable (Day Two)three,Cytoarchitecturally Definable (Day Two)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m a deeply
for a place
I’ve never been to.
in this puzzle
where I am not
cutting away parts
My nook is helping you.
Because when I help you,
it helps me.
So while it is flattering,
to be called selfless,
I’m actually rather
I hope no one realizes
that my twisting labyrinth
of a personality
is just a way to keep
people running in circles
while they try to
figure me out.
I always char my toast,
and my paralimbic cortex.
I suppose I’m insane,
for doing the same thing,
on the same temperature,
day after day,
and expecting a different result.
tend to hide
of teenage angst
sometimes a voice
of doubt in my
whispers to me
that I am a fool
playing with fire:
the edge of madness
There are watermarks
for every battle
I have fought
The Barrel Reviews - Super MetroidThe Barrel Reviews - Super Metroid3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Super Metroid, the third installment in the Metroid saga, was released in 1994 for SNES. This game sports a lot of new extras that would later become staples in the Metroid franchise. But first I'd like to give a brief summary of the plot seeing as there's a lot to talk about
In short; at the end of the second game we came across this baby Metroid, and Samus had brought it to be cared for and studied by the galactic research station. Well things go a bit awry when Ridley pays a visit and steals the baby Metroid and takes it to planet Zebes, and it's up to us to save Biffalo I mean the baby Metroid. I'll leave it at that because the story element of the baby Metroid does come up later in the game even after we find him/it again, so in case you haven't played the game, I won't be spoiling anything. (And if you HAVE played the game you know what happens, so why bother explaining it)
So we're back on planet Zebes and we have to collect some of the abilities from the original gam
AbnormalityI sometimes wake up in the morning feeling absolutely hopeless,Abnormality2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not feeling in my heart even a bit of happiness,
Wondering what exactly is wrong with me,
As I sit around aimlessly sipping in my morning tea.
Every day I dream of what I want to accomplish,
Fantasizing of a great life for me making me feel selfish,
Without realizing that dreaming makes you lose the sense of reality,
That makes your mind reach the state of abnormality.
I tried to seek help from the people I trust,
Some helped me, but some left me in the dust,
Telling me there's people with bigger problems out there,
So now every bad feeling I get I just have to bear.
Now all I think about is if I'm being weak,
But I can't stop the tear running down my cheek,
So I'll just bear with it until it goes away,
Try to keep my mind in control so it doesn't lead me astray.
Creepypasta: Nest of spidersCreepypasta: Nest of spiders1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A week ago, after several years of staying out of my family home, I came back. What I was doing, who I am, and why I was there is not important now and doesn’t affect THIS event. Anyway, my private life is nothing that would interest someone. I must also say that I never was afraid of spiders before. I didn’t pay close attention to them. No matter if it was those on the walls behind furniture or in nature. I want to say that what happened to me and what I felt wasn't ordinary fear of these creatures. It was something more, incomparable to the usual fear of spiders, like what an arachnophobe feels. Until now, I had no reason to fear them…
That day's morning was so ordinary, routine… Throughout my previous stay at home I quite rarely left the house, I did only short trips to the store or old friends. I live in a small village, and life in it is not very entertaining, but then again, on the other hand, I can finally calm down. It is very good after a long time sp
LoZ: Phantoms of Time - PrologueThe night was still in its cold blackness. Only the stars dotted the sky.LoZ: Phantoms of Time - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You decided it would be beneficial to take a walk that evening. Sleep had not come to you easily over the past few days. A change was in order. The road you took was long, winding and shadowed by the trees, so you brought a torch with you to light your way.
The breeze was chilled and makes you shudder once it touches your skin. You draw up the collar of your nightcoat around your neck in hopes of keeping warm and press onward into the dark, the branches of the trees reaching over you now, blanketing you in its brush.
But, as you stray deeper and deeper down the path, a gust of strong wind engulfs you, pushing you backward as though the goddesses themselves have begged you not press onward. Perhaps you should have listened if that was the case, but how would you have known that when the torchlight extinguished in that moment that you were to lose all sense of direction and wander into the forest.
By the time you r
Kinesthetici.Kinesthetic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you grow up, you want to be a scientist.
you want answers that are irrefutable,
you want truth to drip like arsenic from your lips,
evidence pried from the ruins of a long dead god,
until they regret they forgot you.
in eleventh grade chemistry, you find an outlier.
you find your own biosphere
in your bedroom,
alongside medical journals and crochet blankets
- he is not a scientist, but he explores -
he goes on a excavation of your closet,
wears sweatshirts from the distant relatives who don't know who you are,
ones with animals on them or patiently knitted together with wrinkled hands and maroon threads
instead of the ones branded with the names of ivy league schools
he digs out drawings from when you were knee-high,
and pours over
the history of you -
"i'm not interesting," you tell him.
"i can name the planets, sure,
but you can tell me who they are.
why you'd bother
with the body of a dead boy, well,
i'm walking, sure, but barely -
i'm wisps of coffee fumes
The Lost One's Weeping - Singable English LyricsThe stabbing distrust finally breaks my skinThe Lost One's Weeping - Singable English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through the injury, I can feel it pouring in
The fragile love that I hold so dear within
Becomes a weapon as it turns itself into a sharp knife
This is life
I excel at math and science, and I’m proud of it
As for language, I’m not that good, I admit
I’m so worried that I will make a mistake
I have to be careful with each move that I take
The homework is a self-portrait due on the next day
I realize there’s nothing about myself I can say
Who am I, and who are my friends? What're my goals and my dreams?
I start to wonder if
I’m satisfied like this
Can you read all of the words on the blackboard ahead?
Do you think you can read all of the thoughts in my head?
Can you tell me who picked at my heart until it bled?
Please tell me who it was
Please tell me who it was
So solve this equation, and make sure it’s correct
So loosen up the noose that is wrapped ‘round my neck
What’d come of me if I carried
Being a WriterOn Why Being a Writer is Neither Glamorous nor ExcitingBeing a Writer4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you watch the blogs and various sites around the internet about writing, you've probably seen at least one list that details a few universal truths about writers, but they all pretty much boil down to several actual truths.
All writers write.
All writers procrastinate.
Writers don't actually write, because we spend all our time doing something else.
This probably explains why, in the dark hours of one of the very last days of NaNoWriMo, I'm sitting here writing this, when my NaNo is sitting in another window with a pathetic 31.8k words.
Will I finish by 11:59pm tomorrow? Probably not. Do I care? Not particularly, although I'm sure that there's probably some part of my brain, which has been hardwired in a certain way that will start seriously freaking out sometime around 5:00pm tomorrow night.
Why am I so far behind, you ask? Simple. I told myself that I was not going to do NaNo this year. I haven't written anything since Februa
12. Insanity12. Insanity12. Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tic toc, tic toc
Goes the clock
Want to shout
White padded room
Arms locked around me
Oh so scared
Where am I?
What did I do?
Am I really crazy?
Oh so many voices
What was that?
A movement in my white room?
Is someone there?
Is something there?
like spiders scurrying up my arms
Shivers down my spine
like a cold chill in the room
Tears threaten to spill
Brown hair in a mess
What did I do?
lessYour phone bills are smaller now,less3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with no long distance calls to make,
and your car insurance reduced to reflect lower mileage
and all those journeys not made, those roads not taken,
those lanes that you know like the back of your hand -
Left, right, straight ahead, right, right -
are no longer driven. You did not see the bluebells wake
and spring burst forth in the countryside,
did not see the snow on the fields, cold horses in their
quilted coats pawing, nibbling, pawing.
Christmas stamps still tucked in your wallet,
and fountain pens dried up next to watermarked
John Lewis writing paper
with no letters left to write.
Weekends stretch out, lunchbreak is a blank and you have more time
but you have less.
Creativity (RvB)They suggested he take up a pastime while he recovered and one day the therapist brought paint and a canvas and brushes. Maine just growled at the man and ignored him, but the supplies were left in the wounded Freelancer's room after the session ended. He couldn't throw them away because he had destroyed his trash can in a fit of bitter rage last week, so for half an hour he just stared at them.Creativity (RvB)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Try, Sigma whispered, in a voice so soft and sincere that Maine gave it some thought. The AI was the only person - if it even qualified as that - who cared about him anymore. These doctors and psychologists the Director had monitoring him were just skinned robots, suits with bared teeth instead of smiles. He had never really gotten along with the other Freelancers, but he missed them. Or maybe he just missed the violence. He missed
With a ragged grunt he snatched the canvas and set it in his lap, scattering the paint tubes beside him on the cot. He didn't know quite what to do with
Professional EulogistThe only dry eyeProfessional Eulogist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Belongs to the perennial pallbearer.
His countenance cold, even in Kelvin.
Pine forests falling,
Fields somewhere filling with his friends,
They're carving out quarries
And ghostwriting eulogies.
People wonder aloud what's wrong with him.
He knows Dionysus drowns more men,
Venus takes more lives than Mars,
Walking on traintracks,
Eyes crossed like stars.
There's no ghosts left in this town.
In a real city of angels,
In a time called black suit season,
Death is a dial tone.
Conquering the CastleConquering the Castle9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
General Tani stood in front of his assembled warriors. Fifty men and fifty women stood standing, watching him, each person wearing a look of anxiety on their faces. They knew exactly what they had 'volunteered' for, but that did not make them any more enthusiastic. They knew full well that they were requested to help General Tani overthrow Count Takeshi.
Tani examined the nervous group and one woman caught his eye. She was standing slightly apart from the rest of his army of volunteers, and she stood out like a sore thumb. Most of the other were wearing bright colours, like pinks and yellows and reds, but this woman was dressed all in black.
The long black hair and wide brown eyes were not uncommon in Japan, as most people were the same, but her pale, ghost white skin was uncommon. She did not have a healthy brown tan, but instead had the nasty complexion of someone who stayed up all night, every night. Under her eyes were huge dark shadows, but she did not seem to be