CURRENT MUSIC:
Shouji Meguro - "Battle for Everyone's Souls"
Persona 3 Original Soundtrack
One of the final battle pieces heard in-game, "Battle for Everyone's Souls" musically introduces to us the tension and fear brought on by what could be one of the most arduous boss fights ever. Your party deals with a boss called the Avatar of Nyx, who proves to be one combatant that truly tests the player. There are fourteen phases to the fight (yes, I said "fourteen" - far more than even the most complicated World of Warcraft bosses) - each corresponding to the first fourteen Major Arcana found in traditional tarot card decks. What's worse is that while each phase is tough-as-nails to begin with (it's a final boss; what else would you expect?), its final phase is where the Avatar of Nyx decides it's time to stop toying with you and actually lay down the law (yes, you were being toyed with the first thirteen phases).
This piece particularly grabbed my attention when I first heard it years ago because it assimilated three types of typical boss fight music in a method I had never heard of (at the time):
- a rock base consisting of the drums and a rhythm guitar acting as bass
- a classical section with a piano lead and some strings support, and
- a mezzosoprano (I think) belting out a somewhat-chilling melody.
You want something that will aurally demand that you put your all in? Something that will drive you to kick ass, take names, feed the cat, and finish your term paper all within a limited time span? Something that just screams "final battle tension" and "ultimate pressure?" Play this track. It oughta do the job well.
"I suppose every child has a world of his own – and every man, too, for the matter of that. I wonder if that's the cause for all the misunderstanding there is in life?"
- Lewis Carroll
That could very well be the case. Everyone's personal world is different. Events that play out identically may hold different reactionary outcomes for different people. The codes of conduct two people may have can be the same in written form but hold different interpretations. Tried-and-true concepts may not have a firm grim on someone as opposed to another.
So if this is the case, then why don't we realize that? Why do we assume everyone will adhere to the same rules, the same metaphysical laws, the same styles of self-governing? Why do we assume that someone we've just met will cast their ideals into the wind and readily accept ours?
I don't know the answer to that. I don't think anyone will for a good time being.
Afternoon, fans. When I said yesterday that I'd throw something decent on here today, I meant it. I'm not one who willingly decides to frak people over in the blink of an eye.
Of course, now I present myself with a quandary: "What to talk about for today that'll keep y'all interested?" Yes, I'm highly aware that since this is my blog, I shouldn't really give a frak about what I talk about - but at the same time, if I want one of my life dreams to be accomplished, I'll need followers who like what I write.
Well, a few things have come to mind. Speaking of writing...
There's a sort-of Halloween contest going on at my work, where we have to take an image of a frightened fox running away from a rabbit with a pumpkin on its head and compose a short story out of it. Now, there have been contests before at work, but I've rarely participated in any of them. However, after seeing the paper and getting badgered by some of my co-workers who know about my writing talents to enter, I decided, "What the heck."
Of course, I went all rogue on it and figured I could use some practice with poetry. The instructions only said to write a short story on it, and it didn't mention anything against using poetry over prose. So, last night at work I began working on my entry, and this is what I ended up rough-drafting on my phone.
Keep in mind that I was doing a folly attempt at a Fourteener via iambic heptameter, so you'll have to excuse me if it doesn't seem like it flows at first. Regardless, I think it's decent.
*clears throat*
"A Halloween Outfoxed"
Josh D. "Whitey" Blanco
The night was cold and dreary on one fateful Halloween.
An orange fox on his own began to create a scene.
"I'm hungry," he tells himself. "What is there to devour?"
He sniffs the air; looks around... and stalks the grounds for an hour.
And then something small hops in - a squirrel? No... a rabbit!
The sly fox prepares himself; pounces and yells, "I have it!"
Fate went against our sly friend - suddenly, things looked dire.
The rabbit turned and cackled: "Your heart I will desire!"
The rabbit wore on his head a fearful and ghoulish sight:
a grinning orange pumpkin, sinister and filled with fright.
"Retreat" was the only word that went through the fox's head.
If he didn't turn tail now he thought: "Surely, I'll be dead!"
The rabbit jumped closer now - the frightened fox turned and ran.
With his adrenaline high he mused: "No more dinner plans!"
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Fourteeners... interesting concept. I obviously need to practice a bit more, but I think I got the job done well enough for it to be acceptable by non-poetic professionals.
So, I told you there'd be something pretty good. Now, the question is... are you going to let your dinner plans get the best of you, or are you willing to outfox the outfoxed situation? While you mull over that, I'm going to go ahead and snack on these Halloween-themed chips. *munches happily while watching Battlestar Galactica*
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| I wasn't kidding. Seriously, I'm still asking myself, "What the frak?" |
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