<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:41:38.732+08:00</updated><category term='company'/><category term='MMO'/><category term='government'/><category term='games'/><category term='game'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='politics'/><category term='MMORPG'/><title type='text'>Pascua™ Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Different Views, Same Objective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-7553776813490119630</id><published>2010-12-31T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:33:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closed-eye Attempt on Mixing...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I've only done only 1 (which was quite a simple one) remix which includes 3 songs and some vocal and sound effects, it was very simple. And then I decided I wanted to make a remix/mashup (i really don't know how to call it) of the BGM of my favorite MMO (at the moment) which is Granado Espada. Simply put, this was a closed-eye attempt and doesn't feature complex mixing elements since I'm totally newbie on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/466240850/e79a6f97" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="200" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate a great year of Granado Espada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I fail on this one as I am using a headphone which only the left speaker is working but nonetheless I did it and listened to it and it sounded like a non stop 19 minute flashback of a great year and hope for a better year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-7553776813490119630?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/7553776813490119630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=7553776813490119630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7553776813490119630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7553776813490119630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/12/closed-eye-attempt-on-mixing.html' title='A Closed-eye Attempt on Mixing...'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-3158835439650206913</id><published>2010-11-19T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:15:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Product of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://s3.amazonaws.com/dv_assets/plot_template_lang3.swf?movie_id=486526" width="381" align="middle" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/dv_assets/plot_template.swf?movie_id=486526"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is dangerous to your mental health...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-3158835439650206913?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/3158835439650206913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=3158835439650206913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3158835439650206913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3158835439650206913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/11/product-of-boredom.html' title='The Product of Boredom'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-8536285468890804445</id><published>2010-10-16T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:44:19.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your most embarrassing moment? :D (Don't be shy!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Honestly. my Elementary and Highschool Reunion...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/palukz?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-8536285468890804445?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/8536285468890804445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=8536285468890804445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/8536285468890804445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/8536285468890804445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-your-most-embarrassing-moment-d.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your most embarrassing moment? :D (Don&amp;#39;t be shy!)'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-8759071582777619226</id><published>2010-10-16T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:43:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you'll be asked to cosplay an animé character, who would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hatake Kakashi... one problem, I have Byakugan on my other eye. OR Nanaya Shiki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/palukz?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-8759071582777619226?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/8759071582777619226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=8759071582777619226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/8759071582777619226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/8759071582777619226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-be-asked-to-cosplay-anime.html' title='If you&amp;#39;ll be asked to cosplay an animé character, who would it be?'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-7666418281516524925</id><published>2010-10-06T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:32:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parasite Evil</title><content type='html'>No no, this is not about a spin off of two action games into one, title misleading eh?&lt;br /&gt;This is about a certain parasite that is so evil, the great demon himself is going to cry rolling along the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, you'd rather not be away years from your hometown without any intricate communications done within at least a week or so, even if you do so, chances are there's one particular stranger who would want all your relatives' spotlight stuck upon him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stranger is literally a parasite. He/She so parasitic, I'd rather refer him/her as an "IT". It's hard to imagine your own relatives can be turned against you by this parasite, defending or trying to prove yourself will only do harm than good as this parasite clings to their minds and feeds on long forgotten grudges (or even recent) and little misunderstandings you have invoked upon your relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is left for you to do? If the parasite's aim is to destroy you or put you into minimum importance (or even turn you into a total stranger to your own blood) Apathy is a good way to go, you cannot go wrong with this one, if you really know your relatives vice versa, the truth will eventually unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not, you'll just have to see this parasite thrive until the right opportunity comes, confrontation will only backfire on you. What I meant apathy is that disregarding any provocative acts and yet being subtle. Being subtle yet you're fully aware of what's happening. Being aware yet putting yourself on your relatives' shoes on how is it being stirred by a parasite and you do, you'll do good. Remember that anything that this parasite says or does has a chance that it is targeted on you, assume beforehand but don't conclude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parasite could have made enemies more than friends (explained by its self-centered and attention whore behavior). There is a good chance that you can ask around but be totally careful , you don't want to talk to the wrong person which I'll refer as "infected". Just start a random conversation topic which will lead to the confirmation of the parasite's identity and ways, just be creative. As much as how your pride goes, you still have to adapt some of the ways of this parasite to survive living with it, it's there to make your life hard to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF this parasite is your brother's wife then you're probably screwed... just joking, everything still applies, this is just my way of dealing with such parasites. There could be your own way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help this parasite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-7666418281516524925?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/7666418281516524925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=7666418281516524925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7666418281516524925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7666418281516524925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/10/parasite-evil.html' title='Parasite Evil'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-6118956922940387313</id><published>2010-08-12T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:18:07.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always stare at a spectacle</title><content type='html'>Always stare at a spectacle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-6118956922940387313?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/6118956922940387313/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-2358097270640391045</id><published>2010-07-12T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:37:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown for such a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Maintenance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-countdown/show.swf?clickURL=http://ge.iahgames.com/news/newsArticle.aspx?id=1460&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace-Countdowns&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Loooooooongggggggg%20indeed&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-countdown/skins/a27.swf&amp;amp;text=The%20LOOOOOOOOOOONGGG%0DMaintenance%20is%20done&amp;amp;untilColor=6724095&amp;amp;textColor=6724095&amp;amp;datesColor=3381708&amp;amp;year=2010&amp;amp;month=5&amp;amp;day=15&amp;amp;hour=23&amp;amp;minute=59&amp;amp;second=0&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="countdown" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://ge.iahgames.com/news/newsArticle.aspx?id=1460"&gt;Looooooongggggggggg indeed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-2358097270640391045?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/2358097270640391045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=2358097270640391045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2358097270640391045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2358097270640391045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/07/countdown-for-such-looooooooooooooooong.html' title='Countdown for such a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Maintenance'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-4215825389341185017</id><published>2010-06-21T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:22:20.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Granado Espada Ver. 4.5: Keystone of the 5 Elements Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-4215825389341185017?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/4215825389341185017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=4215825389341185017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4215825389341185017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4215825389341185017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown-to-granado-espada-ver-45.html' title='Countdown to Granado Espada Ver. 4.5: Keystone of the 5 Elements Update'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-6785100823978895983</id><published>2009-11-07T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:43:18.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMORPG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='company'/><title type='text'>Gaming Company Politics - They exist</title><content type='html'>It's always in the news, allegations, conspiracies, corruption, and everything about politics. But do gamers can actually escape the fact that politics also exist in Gaming companies? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say so? Come on, if you've been a MMO gamer for even at least a year you can tell what's political and what's not because you're born here in the Philippines (can also apply to other companies) and you eat politics for breakfast or maybe you're just plain ignorant or simply don't mind at all. How about we get over with this already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Campaign period where usually campaign posters are put up, some other party will either rip off another party's poster or overlap it with theirs. Gaming companies do that too, it's either an initiative or actually an order but whatever, they're the ones benefiting from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allegations about some donations being stored instead of being distributed among typhoon victims? It's familiar right? how about allegations about a certain gaming company staffs (or the company itself) who stores gaming event prizes, merchandise and some other stuff for themselves? Not familiar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Philippine athletes, they are most scarce in support in both financial and non-financial. In MMOs, I'm not totally saying Philippine MMO gamers are not supported during International competitions but there's this case where a group of individuals where sent to battle in a territory with outdated tactics and arsenals (what I meant is Patch version difference). Or simply a competition of Art where suddenly a company withdrew support leaving the poor talented guy in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues, how do Politicians silence the individuals? How do they kill the topic and bury them so they will forever be forgotten? It also happens in MMOs, in forums... threads get deleted, users get banned... what else? They either SHOW ME THE MONEY or ALLYOURBASEAREBELONGTOUS and you're epically cornered to shut the trap off and let things happen like stealing candy from a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gamers think corruption only exists in the Government (or even NGOs), think again. Though it is not the company that is corrupt but the ones working at it there's still the ever damaging corruption (maybe because we are only human but do animals have this concept too?). I remembered a Gaming company that totally failed due to rampant corruption of its employees. RMT (Real Monetary Trading) though it is known to be performed by gamers themselves it is also a fact that the ones in Gaming companies are also doing it, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics you have to be a puppet, In gaming companies, it does apply, why not? Who's putting food on your plate? They'll say your ideals will take you nowhere, you have to follow or GTFO with your ideals and reasoning. It has come to a fact that gaming companies exist to MAKE PROFIT MORE rather than give gamers their needed GAMING PLEASURE. But I admit, they give it but for me cash-milking is still noticeable, can't blame them though (uh, this is not already politics anymore...) which makes me a confused baby in a topless bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has come to a conclusion that politics do exist in gaming companies. Though I want to work in some gaming company too (and this blog post MAY completely decrease the chance) I just can't help myself from being totally silent about it. Maybe I haven't tackled all of gaming company politics due to the fact that I hate politics itself. Is politics really essential? Can it be avoided? Maybe as long as we are human, it's one of the things we are certainly good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my point in posting this? Maybe nothing... Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-6785100823978895983?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/6785100823978895983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=6785100823978895983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/6785100823978895983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/6785100823978895983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/11/gaming-company-politics-they-exist.html' title='Gaming Company Politics - They exist'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-4436783757464903501</id><published>2009-10-18T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:42:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Fan Re-Submission] The Fate of the Three Sisters</title><content type='html'>After almost a year, I decided to re-post my one and only Fanfic here in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;This was actually an entry for an event named "The Quest Master Challenge" that turned out into a fan submission. Posted on Oct. 31, 2008 and was finished on Nov. 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original entry link &lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/ge/showthread.php?t=48257"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Profiles:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pascua Sisters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so came the death of their father and an impending danger that is threatening the lives of their family, Sylvia tried to gather up her two sisters and decided to put aside their differences on attitude and views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/adess.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anita Pascua - Consumed by hatred&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age: 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Duh, I hate wimps." - Anita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita being the eldest among the three sisters, carries so much burden of her past, being sexually assaulted by her Uncle and the fact that her father knew about it and decided to keep it a secret to protect their family reputation, that made Anita blew into rage and attacked her Uncle, her father tried to stop her in which Anita almost killed her father when her father tried to block the stab of her knife to her Uncle. After what happened, Anita just disappeared out of plain sight with some of her belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita now returns and still carries the same burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/Brunie_Etienne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sylvia Pascua - Obedience and Sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age: 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's nothing wrong about being obedient, without them we're not here in this world" - Sylvia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia is second to the eldest of the three sisters, she was of her parents' "favorite" as she was so loyal and obedient to them and that generated confict between her other two sisters.Sylvia didn't knew a thing about what happened to Anita and what is her reason for leaving.She took care of their parents alone and sacrificed almost everything including her&lt;br /&gt;happiness and her love to a guy just for their parents. She has some regrets of her decision but nonetheless she can't take their parents for granted. Sylvia decided to look for her sister Anita after their father's death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/grace_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne Pascua - Rebellious and Gullible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age: 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hard headed? Sure, but there's no reason for disregard, right?" - Anne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled by Anita and being the "Less Favorite" among the sisters, She disobeys almost everything that their parents tell her and rather listens to Anita before. After overhearing a conversation between their mother and father about the reason why Anita left them, that made Anne even more rebellious. She even called Sylvia a Dog for being so obedient and loyal&lt;br /&gt;to their parents. She tries to look for Anita but Sylvia stops her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prelude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: This is a prelude to the "The Fate of the Three Sisters" story since I'm going to base it on my previous one.&lt;br /&gt;This is based on The Return of the Dark Lord Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Meeting Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: It was time, Amethy called for the brave pioneers to Nimrod Bridge who are going to escort the Oracle Spears. Only few came, us being the first one there. So we wait for the Oracle, just as the Oracle arrives and we were planning to move on to Jezebel Glen, We got ambushed by Dark Lord Gracielos and suddenly swept down our feet with a single Dragon Kick. Dark Lord, not satisfied summoned God-Like Bernelli's that intercepted the fleeing pioneers. This is not as planned. As we recovered from our fall, we were stormed with Dark Claude Baudez's and Dark M'Boma's so we try to take cover from a distance and told Amethy to move on to Jezebel Glen because if it continues, it's going to be a serious threat to the Oracle Spears. We lured out some of Dark Claude Baudez's and M'Boma out of the Oracle downing my sister Sylvia, we should have ran but I couldn't leave my sister alone there so I told Anne to keep her distance as I take head on the Dark Claude Baudez. Of Angel Amethy's good heart, she revived my sister Sylvia and we make a run from M'boma as he casts his Dark Photon Splash, we managed to run afar but we got caught with a few Dark Photons. There's a certain force that froze my sister Anne, though I don't know what it is, I tried to guard her, downing me in the process. I standed up and insist on doing whatever we can to push away Dark Lord's ambush. At that time I had a bad feeling about it, it is as if, Dark Lord has been watching over us just before we assemble at Nimrod Bridge. Dark Lord's army weakened and finally Amethy ordered the pioneers to make a run to Jezebel Glen, we let Amethy go first as we intercept the chasing Dark Lord Minions. Few heroic pioneers did the job for us so we followed Amethy and the Oracle to Jezebel Glen's entrance. We make sure the area is clear before we proceed to Jezebel Glen. Now... on to Jezebel Glen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Ambush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Just as we arrived Jezebel Glen, we thought we could rest a bit there but of a sudden, another ambush occured, we told Amethy and the Oracle to make a run to the bridge but Dark Lord's army seem to prevent them for doing so. My sisters Sylvia and Anne moved away to clear a path for Amethy and the Oracle. I, helped the other brave pioneers to defend the Oracle. It doesn't stop, they keep on coming, so many lives perished, I blindly rushed the demons that Dark Lord summoned. Amethy and the oracle somehow managed to make a run to the bridge and as before we intercepted the chasing enemies. My suspicions are heightening as another ambush downed the Oracle at the very bridge, we rushed to help the Oracle. Amethy sensed something near the Faction Beacon so we followed them there only to find a Stone Diablo standing there. What is it doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treachery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: They keep on coming, and we don't know what a Stone Diablo is doing there, we defend the Oracle to the last drop of our blood. Suddenly, Amethy contacted the other Angel, Sacha. "This is not going as we planned." Amethy said. Sacha was a traitor, she's been possessed by Dark Lord just like our Uncle before, she said she was going to sacrifice the Oracle Victoria to the Dark Lord. I was shocked back there and my heartbeat was so fast and there was fear of what's going to happen next. I was frozen into place, I can't move, I can't do anything about it. Sacha did sacrifice Victoria and Sacha turned into Sekhmet. After that all became black, I don't know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act IV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Failure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I woke up my sister Sylvia as she seem to have fainted on what happened, my sister Anita was so mad as she keeps on hitting the stone Diablo that stands there. There was a flash and all were gone and we and a few pioneers were there near the Stone Diablo. It was quiet, deafening silence as I put to it, my sister Anita lay down on her knees as she cries and keeps on hitting the statue. My sister Sylvia was still on a state of shock as she cannot speak, I however managed to break out to reality, my friend Amethy was nowhere to be found. Me and my sister Anita decided to return to Coimbra with my sister Sylvia still on a shock. For once I feel something unusual, a caring feeling for my sister Sylvia and Anita, I can take what happened but my sister Sylvia and Anita almost lost their sanity on what happened. We took our moment on the port of Coimbra looking over the horizon. Still we wonder if we have failed Angel Amethy and the Oracle. After that my sisters managed to get over with what happened and still we pledge our undying loyalty to the Angel Amethy and Oracle Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00010-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Sacha's been possessed by the Dark Lord ever since, who am I now going to trust? I even have doubts about you Amethy but nonetheless our fight does not end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I don't know if I did serve you well but I hate what happened, Sacha's treachery, it brings back old memories, bad memories of the past. I hate this feeling that I seem can't get away with it. I did all what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *cries* Amethy... what else can I do? Please tell me I'm not a burden back there. Is one of the Oracles really gone? Tell me, I'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00011-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Brand New Fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months have passed since the incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three sisters had gone in their separate ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita has set up a shop in the Port of Coimbra while Sylvia works in Cite de Reboldouex as a Pioneer Instructor. On the other hand, Anne is with their Grandmother in Ustiur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there's nothing traumatic that had happened way back.&lt;br /&gt;Anita's now fond of her business in fact she has saved some for her favorite sister Anne something special. Sylvia enjoys much of her work, she meets different people of sorts and even though her job does not pay well it is indeed the calling for her. Anne's not the same untamed person anymore, she had learned a lot from her Grandmother. But there's still a question within the sisters that no matter how they don't want to think of it, it just seeps into their minds... "How long this peace and tranquility will last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustiur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/1681/ustiurscene1zy7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other day is Dinosaur day for Anne as Ustiur is in constant attack of Dinosaurs all over Zones 1 and 2. Good thing Anne had managed to keep her weight besides alot of Dinosaurs for breakfast. But this day seems to be unusual, the sky has darkened and it seems like there's a great storm that is coming for them. In the midst of their lunch, a Rescue Knight wounded and trying to catch her breath brought a message for Anne's grandmother. The Rescue Knight said, "Akk.. *whimper* Lots.. offfff.. skeleton... generals... *cough* they're breaking the... main ... *cough cough* gate. The Rescue Knight fainted because of exhaustion. Anne's grandmother... Grandice stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: This is not good, quickly ready yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What is it Grandma?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: I think you should meet up with your sisters and return here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Rescue Knight from the Port post runs toward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue Knight: Monsters have been spotted from the port, we are surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00019copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: I think it's about time Anne that you gather your other sisters and return to your home in the Bahamas Base Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Bahamas Base Camp?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: Yes, I think you might not have remembered it since you were a baby back then. There's something you need to get from there, it is buried somewhere around your home. Quick, my Rescue Knights will escort you in the port, we can manage this attack.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: But...&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: No buts... just leave... we're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/9440/ustiurscene2jm2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they escorted Anne to the port and sailed back to Coimbra. Just as they leave the port area, Anne heard a loud explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00023copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I hope they're going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Reunion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port of Coimbra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne has arrived Port of Coimbra, not long after she saw her sister Anita passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Hey! Where you going?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh! Anne, what so sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00025copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita approached Anne and hugged her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00028copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh, I've missed you so much...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: So did I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne became teary-eyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00030copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh come on, you're not my little sister anymore... Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: It is just I always think of you and Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Let's go some other place follow me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00031copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: So, how's Ustiur?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Nothing much, Dinosaurs everyday for breakfast, good thing I don't gain so much weight from eating. Ustiur is constantly attacked by agressive dinosaurs. Our Grandmother sent me back, we were attacked by Undead creatures which was so uncommon. I don't know, she mentioned about something in our home in Bahamas Base Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Bahamas Base Camp... that place... I think we must hurry then&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Yes, I'm beginning to worry about our Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00032copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Anyway, how's Sylvia?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: She's okay, she enjoys touring and teaching newbie pioneers. Though she doesn't earn that much.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Uh. how about your business?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Nah... we should hurry&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cite de Reboldouex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sylvia's Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00035copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Look who's here Sylvia...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Hey you! *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Oh! What's with the sudden return?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Grandma needs us to go back to our homeland&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Hmm strange... okay okay let's go already I just informed Princess Gabriella for a vacation leave.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What?! Already? No Coffee or Cake? Argh you haven't changed...&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Next time I promise little sister...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *sticks out tongue* Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00040copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: So, who's gonna pay for the fare?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Not me! I'm broke&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: How about you Anita? I heard you're a famous Businesswoman&lt;br /&gt;Anita: As expected... Ooof... if it weren't for Anne. Oh I almost forgot Anne, I have something for you. I'll give it to you when we arrive in Coimbra, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Okay... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Step Back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port of Coimbra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Before I forgot, I have something for you... come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00016-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What is it? Food?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Nope, Sylvia is the one for that&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Huh? *snickers* Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne opens the chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/8325/capture00053yg6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Wow! A Conqueror Shotgun. This is what I really wanted...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Hah! Don't even ask how much it costs.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Is this mine? Really?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Yes of course... *stomach growls* uhh I'm hungry...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Okay! Okay! My treat... let's go to the market before we venture to Ustiur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: That'll be two Miss Camille&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Hey! Hey! Give me the vis instead, I'll buy myself one gallon chocolate... I haven't tasted anything sweet the past few months...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Hmmm... vegetables.. vegetables... Wait...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Aww...&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Here, buy a bottle...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: A bottle? That wouldn't even touch my tonsils. Oh come on just this once.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Okay.. okay... *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *Runs up to Lisa Lynway to buy a Gallon of chocolate*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Gee Sylvia, that's a lot&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Actually I could have treat her some more... Arghh wrong timings I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne returns with a humongous gallon of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Ooofff... this is enough for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I suppose it would only take a day for you to consume it.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Okay... let's look for some place where we can sit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00016a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *after taking a guzzle of chocolate directly from the bottle* Hey sisters, why did our parents leave the camp?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Harsh weather conditions, Monster Hostility... many reasons&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: And the fact that you were always sick when you were a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Is that so? Then, what about Grandma said about there's something we should get from our home in Bahama Base Camp?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I don't know... we just have to know for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I guess Sylvia it has something to do with what father told us about before.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Maybe... *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horn of the Pinta sounded indicating that it is going to leave for Ustiur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: We should go now&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Could we go to the Observation Platform before we leave?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Hmm, we have enough time. Okay let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/loadingscreen_edited3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: The sunset surely looks great&lt;br /&gt;Anita: *says to herself* Could this be the last sunset that I will see?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What were you saying?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: You know... it's been a while but it seems like a decade had passed&lt;br /&gt;Anne: But you're still the same old killjoy...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Do you want me to take that chocolate from you?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I said you're my most beautiful and second to kindness sister in the whole New World.&lt;br /&gt;Anita &amp;amp; Sylvia: *Laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Oh well... I hope we are always like this...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Yes... who would help and care for each other... what are sisters for?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Oh my beautiful sister going mushy hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Okay I think it's about time... or we won't catch the Pinta to Ustiur.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustiur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/loadingscreen_edited10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I wonder how's Grandma now...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter IV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;History Repeats Itself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three sisters have finally arrived Ustiur, eager to know the state of their Grandmother, they quickly run to the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00032-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: There's Grandma, she's okay&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Grandma... *bows head*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I know you'll be just okay.&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Grandmother... what has happened here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: You all have grown up, I'm okay, we've managed to defend ourselves from the attack.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I'm sorry Grandma if we couldn't visit you that often&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Since father died, we are only on our own.&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: I know you should all learn to stand for yourselves. Anne has been good and obedient all along here, I didn't have any problems with her.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *shows a wide grin and raises her chin up*&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Well I'm surprised... *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Grandma, what is it that we had to get from our home in Bahama Base Camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: There's this thing that your father told me in the past when you were about to move to Coimbra. He hid a certain journal of their expedition. He said that when the undead and demons start to crawl out of their den I should send you and your sisters to get it. He said he buried it somewhere around your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I don't get it Grandma... why us?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: You shouldn't ask more... You three have to hurry, we don't know when they will attack again Ustiur Camp or even worse, even Coimbra and the other Towns. It's happening again, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: There's a lot that you don't tell us Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *stays quiet because she has no idea on what they are talking about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: Just hurry and I'll tell you more about it when you return... Quick, take the boat at the port so that you won't have to pass Ustiur Zones in order to get to Bahama Base camp. Here's a Map just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: *sigh* Okay, as you want us to do so...&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three sisters left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: *says to herself* As much as I don't want you three to get involved... I guess this is destined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Ok, so who's gonna paddle?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *Looks at Anne*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: We're going to ride that boat? Hey! What are you looking at?! I ain't gonna paddle!&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I guess we should all paddle... *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Awww... Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way to Bahama Base Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Things are happening so fast I couldn't even imagine why are we doing this...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Neither do I, there's this strange feeling...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I have fears and doubts now that something reminds me of what happened to us before... remember the Oracles and the Angels?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *sudden change in mood*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I don't know... or I don't want to know...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: That day... as much as I don't want to remember it, it seems like it happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: We're almost there... see that river bank?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *says to herself* Amethy... Doriane... and the Oracles... curse you Sacha...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *taps Anne* Hey, we're here...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Oh... is this the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00042-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: There's our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: So what are we supposed to look for here?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: It's a journal of our father... he and mother were Expeditioneers when they came to the New World.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I think he had something to tell us before but he failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00048copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Nothing much have changed...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: You believe we can find here what our Grandma wants to?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Yeah, I don't even know where to look first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: This place...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *stares at Anita*&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I know! I know where father hid it... he told me before not to play around a certain tree around here...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What tree could that be?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I think we should start looking there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00049copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Hmm... this ground seem not to be as stiff as the soil around here...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: At least we could try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *digs* Oh why should I do the dirty work... *clang* wait I hitted something...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Let me see... it's a steel box...&lt;br /&gt;Syvlia: That should be it... okay we need to go back to Grandma fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went back to Ustiur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Grandma! We're here... we've got what you wanted...&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: *says to herself* So... they found it...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Now, Grandma... you can now tell what we need to know...&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: I understand how you feel Anita...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Does it has something to do with the Dark Lord... all the things that have been happening?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: One question at a time only my little girls... first of all you need to know something about your true identities...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *became eager to listen*&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: The three of you are only orphans... but it's a fact that though you three are, they still treated you as their own.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *shocked* No, it can't be...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Why our father didn't tell us?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: Because he fears that you might leave him. You three were believed to be descendents of the Almobador family...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: The three sisters that valiantly defended Auch from onslaught? Whom the lake was named after them... El Lago de Tres Hermanas?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: You're absolutely right about that. After the onslaught their whereabouts were unknown... there was no corpse found... as if they disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: How about you get us straight Grandma?&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: *brushes off some rust from the box* History will repeat itself... it's written in the box that you found.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: You mean we share the same fate as the Three Almobador sisters? Why us?!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: After the onslaught your father found the three of you on the lake's shore... Anita seems to have a head injury, you Sylvia was unconscious while Anne was floating on a crib with a box which is this box that your father buried.&lt;br /&gt;Grandice: *opens the box with a key* So that's why your father gave me the key to this box...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Let me look Grandma... *peeps into the box*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: There's a journal... an earring, a necklace and a ring...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *gets and opens the journal* This journal is empty... it has nothing written on it... wait there's a paper in between the pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[quote]&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read this you three must have grown up now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about your true identities.&lt;br /&gt;When you were growing up, each day... it hurts to me that you three are not my own.&lt;br /&gt;Anita, take the ruby earring...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia, the sapphire necklace is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Anne, get the emerald ring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't oppose what's destined for you three.&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious figure talked to me that the three children I found cannot escape their fate.&lt;br /&gt;To my worries before I decided to go to Bahama Base Camp and raise you there as normal children.&lt;br /&gt;I get nightmares every now and then... it's the same mysterious figure. I often see myself and you three&lt;br /&gt;above a lake. I don't know but I can't help think that you were the reincarnates of the Three Almobador sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the mysterious figure talked to me again... it said that when the time comes you three will be needed&lt;br /&gt;once again not only to defend a city but the whole New World. It also told me that you need to wear the 3 artifacts&lt;br /&gt;that were found in the box. The Archangel's Earring, Siren's Necklace and The Ring of Rafflesia.&lt;br /&gt;[/quote]Grandice: That explains it... okay you three, you must spend your night here before you go back to Coimbra.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I still don't get it... why us...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *worries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at Ustiur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Anne... Anne... Come here...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *stands up from bed and goes to the place where she hears the voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Who are you? Show me yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: You need not to know who or what I am... The time has come...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What do you mean the time has come?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: The time has come... the time has come.. the time has come... *fades*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Wait!&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What is it Anne?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: It's already midnight...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: It's the Mysterious thing that father told about in his note...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Let's go back to sleep now... we need to rest. I fear that something awaits when we come back.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Fate of the Three Sisters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the sisters were to arrive at the port...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Strange, I know Coimbra can be such a busy place but there's a lot of people I can see from here.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I'm beginning to worry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Port of Coimbra...&lt;br /&gt;A Coimbran Guard approached Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra Guard: Ms. Sylvia, Word came from the Reboldouex Office that they are experiencing massive attack at the Gate. The officers from the City of Auch also reported that monsters are already by the lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What's with the commotion going on here?&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra Guard: Dekaravia is spotted at the Coimbra Nimrod Bridge, few pioneers that managed to survive and flee told us that they have been attacked as well by Captain Shaffenberg with some Escudo Pechers in Porto Bello entrance while in Jezebel Glen they were attacked by the Mueletos Chief and Dr. Fran Morthein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: My sisters I need to go to Cite de Reboldouex.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: We shouldn't separate you know that.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Let us just meet at City of Auch okay, we don't have much time left.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I don't get it, Anne go ahead at City of Auch wait for us there.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: But?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Just go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sylvia and Anne left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: It's happening again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita stood on a platform and shouted...&lt;br /&gt;People started to gather around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: People of Coimbra! It has happened again, I know many of you right now are uncertain of what will happen next. But don't let yourselves lose hope. I maybe an ordinary person to you all but I want to tell you all that I want to make a difference, if I want... I can... and if I can... and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out there and give them our all. Are you all with me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pioneers shouted their battle cry together*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: How's the casualty?&lt;br /&gt;Reboldouex Soldier: Nothing much at the gate Ms. Sylvia, only a few wounded Newcomers. What worries us much is the ones at Ferrucio Junction near the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Are we able?&lt;br /&gt;Reboldouex Soldier: Yes Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Let's finish off the ones at the gate so we can extract the Newcomers.&lt;br /&gt;Rebolduex Soldier: Yes Ma'am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Auch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: People here are already in panic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tapped Anne's shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Huh? Hey! It's you! (Hugs Amethy)&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: Ooofff not too tight... I can't breath...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Oops I'm sorry, it's been a long time since...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: I know, Dark Lord now once again poses a threat to us all...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *changes mood* Where's Doriane?&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: She's going to meet up with Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: They know each other?&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: Of course, your sister is the most resourceful person I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: So that's why...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: We're going to meet up here, I think this is not all of what we are experiencing right now. Anyway... where's your sister Anita?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: She stayed at Coimbra to help out the people there. I hope she's going to be okay...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: I'm sure she will be okay. Trust me. Hey what is that you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I haven't told you, we've finally known the truth about our identities...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: *confused*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: It's a long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and Amethy heard an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Let's help them out...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: I know you would. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Thueringen Lakeside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: This is not good... Fallen Champion... Gerero... Vladimir... and Crysalis... what more monstrosities is Dark Lord capable of unleashing...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Look out!&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Cite de Reboldouex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Sylvia, we should go now to Amethy...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: By this time I think Amethy have already met up with Anne, they're going to be ok as long as Anne is with her.&lt;br /&gt;Reboldouex Soldier: Ms. Sylvia, we have a problem... Garim and Chrysalis have been spotted at Ferrucio Statue. Our troops are not going to hold that much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Let's help them out.&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Now, you're talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port of Coimbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Hah! All of you demons go back from the hell where you came from!&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra Guard: Ms. Anita, a message from Ms. Sylvia... She said that you need to meet up right now with Anne in Auch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Ok. People! All of you have put up a nice fight! But we couldn't just rest ourselves assured. Don't keep your guard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pioneers shouted their battle cry together*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita leaves for City of Auch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: This is bad... we need reinforcements.&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a lot of people came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Good... let's do it.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: We need scouts! Quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky became dark... A familiar voice has spoken that were heard all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha + Sekhmet: Futile attempts... you all are going to bow over my presence... I'm going to make all your sufferings worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: That voice... It's about time, I'm going to meet up with Anne and Anita&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Okay, We'll handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Auch...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: It's that traitor... I'm going to have my revenge now...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: Don't rush yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *shouts* Hey you! Come out! You're so going to pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita has arrived and met up with Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Where's Sylvia?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: She's not here yet...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: She's on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhmet spoke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha + Sekhmet: Very persistent... how are you going to handle this...&lt;br /&gt;King of Greed and Treasure Golem is going to loot out all your precious treaures and reduce Tetra Golden Road into rubble...&lt;br /&gt;Lava leaf and Einwind is going to sink Bahia Island into the deep sea...&lt;br /&gt;Uraeus and Frogfish will turn your beloved El Lago into a Swamp...&lt;br /&gt;My undead minions Skullic Leader, Boneless, Thoracotomy and Bellboy of Mein are craving for living bodies in Ustiur Zona 1...&lt;br /&gt;My Merman Eaters in Lago Celeste will not just eat Merman but will now eat weak Humans like you...&lt;br /&gt;My Griffon and Chimera are having a good time in Thueringenwald...&lt;br /&gt;Diablo is going to turn Deprimida Valley into his playground...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your doom weak Humans... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: What are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the three artifacts glowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: That artifact... it can't be... The Ruby Earring, The Siren's Necklace and The Ring of Rafflesia... You three are...&lt;br /&gt;No... why just now... lives could have been saved...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I don't get it either Amethy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doriane arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: How's the situation there?&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: They're holding them off. Heard that bastard Dark Lord so I came here.&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I think this is it... Our fate my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: The glow is getting brighter and brighter...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Dark Lord already knows about our presence... he wanted us to separate but that's not going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Wait I'm feeling something unsual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great flash of light...&lt;br /&gt;Just as the blinding light subsided, the three sisters were gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Unknown Place... Floating around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I don't know either...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Are we still alive?&lt;br /&gt;Anita: *pinches Anne's cheek*&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Ouch that hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Yup, we're still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: It is time... This is your fate... and in your fate lies also the fate of Humanity...&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourselves and don't be afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I feel a warm and comforting breeze...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia begun to hold Anita and Anne's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: I love you all my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *teary eyed*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Don't say that, we'll be just as we are after this... living our normal lives...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Whatever happens, we will not leave each other's side... Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blinding flash occured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: This is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three sisters arrived at another unknown place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Where are we again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: This is Sekhmet's lair... You three are blessed and gifted with the power to defeat him... Now... Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three sisters step further to the lair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha + Sekhmet: So you are the ones who dare to oppose the Dark Lord's will... Don't worry, I'm going to give you all quick and painless death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: You are so gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *loads pistols*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the Three Sisters finally fought Sekhmet with all their might...&lt;br /&gt;Though gifted with additional power... they find it hard to defeat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: This is taking too long... I don't know if we can make it.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Don't lose hope... He's going down...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I feel tired... No! We must do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: Dark Lord's Forces are retreating...&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Bunch of cowards...&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Amethy... Doriane... the sisters... they need everyone's help...&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: What is it that we must do?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Tell them to concentrate their thoughts to the sisters... Fear is the source of Dark Lord's power... as long as there is Fear...&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: I don't have that fear you are talking about...&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Courage is not absence of fear... it is the resistance to fear that is what we can call courage... everyone must have courage in their hearts... Be quick Angels... time is running out for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doriane: Ok... let's do this... everyone gather up!&lt;br /&gt;Amethy: I'll lead them... People of the New World... our battle against Dark Lord does not end here. There's a battle currently being fought by the three sisters, they need our help... even though we can't help them physically let us take our time to quiet down and concentrate... remove the fear in our hearts... we've set aside all our differences... we are now one... we have different views... but same objectives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great moment of silence...&lt;br /&gt;Tiny creatures of light suddenly appeared and rose up the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Hope... Faith... Trust... these are what the three sisters represent... Now it's up to the sisters... the decision of the fate of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhmet's Lair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I cannot hold much longer... *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Anita: No, we won't die like this...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *keeps on attacking Sekhmet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Wait! What are these apparitions? The people! What are they doing here...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: They seem like the real thing...&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: *tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Apparitions: We're here to help you... now let's take this demon back from where he came from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three artifacts became to glow brightly again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhmet: This can't be... I'll wipe out all of you... Raaaaawrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: It ends today... right my sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Yarrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Apparitions: Charge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhmet: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhmet explodes into oblivion...&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight peeped through the dark clouds...&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms began falling down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters once again found themselves floating at a place they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Mysterious one... where are my sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: You all have done well... you all have served your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Will I get to see them again?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: Of course...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: When? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: No one knows... maybe a different place... or a different time... a different identity... but surely when the day comes again... though you will never remember anything...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Is that so? Well could you just give us a chance to spend our time together?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: As you wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes again the blinding flash of light...&lt;br /&gt;The sisters find themselves at El Lago de Tres Hermanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Gee, I think you two wished the same thing too&lt;br /&gt;Anita: Of course... If I would die or something at least I want to spend my time with you and Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: What a heck of a day isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Okay! Group hug...&lt;br /&gt;Anita: I love you Anne and Sylvia...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Love you too Big sis&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia: Sisters till the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three sisters walk towards the lake... they disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR IS IT? &lt;img src="http://forum.iahgames.com/ge/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif" alt="" title="Roll Eyes (Sarcastic)" smilieid="7" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-4436783757464903501?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/4436783757464903501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=4436783757464903501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4436783757464903501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4436783757464903501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/10/fan-re-submission-fate-of-three-sisters.html' title='[Fan Re-Submission] The Fate of the Three Sisters'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-2987428923059346449</id><published>2009-07-12T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:36:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Sun 2: The Lost Age - Another Glimpse to a Great Game</title><content type='html'>Nothing much, is that I fell so much in love in this game (GBA) that I played it again in an Emulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SlnX9Q6YeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GnciYoIt3Nc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357550679245748306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SlnX9Q6YeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GnciYoIt3Nc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love its Djinn system... especially the summons... the music is so nice for a GBA game, I think it is worth shelling out a few bucks just to buy an original copy of this game, quite old yes but still good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65IDTQp0JJc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-2987428923059346449?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/2987428923059346449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=2987428923059346449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2987428923059346449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2987428923059346449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-sun-2-lost-age-another-glimpse.html' title='Golden Sun 2: The Lost Age - Another Glimpse to a Great Game'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SlnX9Q6YeFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GnciYoIt3Nc/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-3131682971273477178</id><published>2009-07-09T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:20:25.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrath of the One-Eyed Squid</title><content type='html'>My day is not good, well... it has always been most of the times. I usually vent my anger through something if not physical, I do it on paper and pen. But this time the one-eyed squid will make mess of his ink on electronic paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to live in a place full of losers and a-holes, those kind of persons whose only job in the world is to make your life miserable along with their futile lives.  Well what does my current emotion has got to do with a Granado Espada blog? Analogy... Granado Espada is an MMO, right? In a MMO you usually meet people, People you meet could either make or break your day, as well in real life and lastly those losers and a-holes play MMOs too and their attitudes towards anything reflects what kind of insignificant people they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this old-school MMO which I could refer to what kind of mentality they have, I don't know why would they have such kind of mentality with the irony that they literally don't have brains to make use of but anyway I call it "MU Mentality", sorry for the fanboys and fangirls but it is one of the oldest MMOs I can think of and it came to happen that those losers and a-holes thrive on that MMO of course not all that play.  Watching them play, how they act while playing, what they do in the game, they surely enjoy what they are doing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy stomping over the obviously weak people and mock them, of course when you obtain "Killer" status, this typical MU private server in which they play could easily remove that status in just a click and voila, seems like a crime left unnoticed. When they get stomped they look furious and colorful words came flying off their filthy mouths, talk about what kind of breeding they had, probably backyard or pig-pen breeding. These retards feel they are totally glorified when they obtain their wanted equipment like it was so hard when they play on a private server LULZ. They enjoy monotony, level here, level there, they either fear or hate trying new things, they enjoy doing their own thing, unable to help but so able when they need help, helpless... It's as if their brains had only 5mb capacity like it can only carry a few instructions and  information. When they PvP, they always want to be on the favorable winning side, when they win they are like Benjamin Button when he had his first sex experience... "hey you must be Dick Tracy". When they lose either they feel nothing about it which is good or they feel like the whole world had collapsed on them or they feel like venting on someone unwary of their stupid emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not far from what they are in real life and ingame, they are the same losers and a-holes that live in this world that they seem are not needed in. Just a waste of space and a bane to those unlucky parents. These inhuman imbeciles are emo-wannabes like uh, inappropriate... one of those a-holes listen to hardcore music as if to make him look or feel "IN" but he doesn't have an idea to what he is listening to, the more relentless screaming he hears, the better. He wears black, yeah no much laundry job when you wear black I know, and wear black jeans for about a week or even  more, mushrooms might start growing in their pockets. The other one is a total loser as if he shouldn't born as a man, he should be born a cockroach instead. He had previous relationships that EPICLY FAILED, and of the two EPIC FAILURE relationships he had before he totally FAILED miserably, yes I'm totally emphasizing him being a FAILED MAN. I think he doesn't want girls broking up with him, he feels that his ego was totally steamrolled, I know it's hard and painful but what he did due to that was what made him the MOST EPIC FAILURE in the whole world, he tried to disrupt the relationship of the family of the girl by doing unusual things like stalking, texting threats to the girl and her relatives, and other things you can think of, I'd wished he could have committed suicide, one less useless people in the world... if he wasn't blottered he could have did other things, now he's still the same loser now (and still picking up on me as usual by name-calling, now I'm name-calling him here, fair and square) and now I hope he wouldn't epicly fail this time. There's this another loser who clings along with the other losers who I think will take a beating in order to make him realize that nothing relevant will happen to him if he continues to do so. All these losers live in their own stagnant and tiny world, a bunch of cowards who rely on throwing stones at our house in the middle of night, a bunch of retarded people who seem to enjoy throwing words in the air in hopes I could smell it instead of saying it right at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it started? I think the day I was born I was destined to catch all the criticisms in this world. But the latter was due to an incident where the Mother of the owner of this iCafe (which a family friend of ours) here at our place in which the only iCafe where Granado Espada is installed unintentionally put 30 hours instead of 30 minutes or 3 hours into the losers and a-holes' account. These losers and a-holes feeling happy about it and the Mother of the owner not knowing what she did because she ocassionaly goes out of the iCafe... I can't stand it, I had to do something, so I insisted on her that there's something wrong that she did and helped her edit their time remaining. Just as I were to edit their time, these a-holes and losers suddenly logged-out of their station and went out, of course they knew it all along and after that everything was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as always, I put myself on the forgiving side but I don't how long could I stand their attitudes and behaviour. The moment I thought they were worthless and of no use in this world I thought I was wrong because if weren't for them, I'm not the Palukz™ people knew, I maybe not as patient or not as forgiving if it weren't for them, I had this quotation I currently live by, "Don't ever argue with an IDIOT, he'll just pull you down to his level and beat you by EXPERIENCE.". As for now, Just a squid has got to do is squirt its ink and swim away... Just as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-3131682971273477178?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/3131682971273477178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=3131682971273477178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3131682971273477178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3131682971273477178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrath-of-one-eyed-squid.html' title='The Wrath of the One-Eyed Squid'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-3610100697734780186</id><published>2009-06-08T10:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:40:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Fan Submission] My Made-Up RNPCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Boredom turns someone into a madman or something... in my case it turns me into a schizoprenic (in a good way that is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of that boredom I madeup my own set of RNPCs(which is unlikely get implemented due to rampant IMBAness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View the thread &lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/ge/showthread.php?t=50899"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of them;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Celeste Esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background Story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war where Adelina Esperanza lost all she loved, now comes Celeste Esperanza, Adelina's cousin whom she thought was dead too. Celeste, seeing Adelina alive generated hatred as once she thought that Adelina is the one who's responsible for the Esperanza family's death. Conflict now arises between the two cousins. Celeste is a well known dancer and an expert in Whip usage from Orpesia and an Overseer of the Esperanza Family. Celeste was saved by a mysterious man during the war which took so many lives including most of the Esperanza family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible concept look taken from Mobileweapon: Battlestations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777368525509138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six2suaCkhI/AAAAAAAAACc/QP1fJfGONxY/s320/698989nz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR this (which most likely be approved by the forum people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777372975939490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six2s-_Gv6I/AAAAAAAAACk/cwaA2wL9c30/s320/dgdrhwsgsid6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats: (32 total)&lt;br /&gt;STR 5&lt;br /&gt;DEX 8&lt;br /&gt;AGI 7&lt;br /&gt;CON 5&lt;br /&gt;INT 4&lt;br /&gt;CHA 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;Multi-tipped (different tips like stone, iron, steel, diamond, etc) Whip&lt;br /&gt;Leather Armor (Fighter, Fighter/Scout, Scout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latigo Dominio (Whip Mastery)&lt;br /&gt;Stance Bonus on Level 25 - +20% ASPD, +15% Crit, +20 Eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Skill: Back Armor Crafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapido Ataque Relampago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 100sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: 3m&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Effect: Knockdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Lightning fast whip attack that knocks down an enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1: 300% Damage&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: 310%&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: 325%&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: 345%&lt;br /&gt;Level 5: 370%&lt;br /&gt;Level 6: 400%&lt;br /&gt;Level 7: 435%&lt;br /&gt;Level 8: 475%&lt;br /&gt;Level 9: 520%&lt;br /&gt;Level 10: 570%&lt;br /&gt;Level 11: 700%&lt;br /&gt;Level 12: 800%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enojado Golpes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 150sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Self Buff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Duration: Depends on number of attacks&lt;br /&gt;Range: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Celeste attains maximum attackspeed and increased critical for limited number of lashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1: 3 attacks; + 10% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: 3 attacks; + 12% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: 3 attacks; + 14% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: 4 attacks; + 16% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 5: 4 attacks; + 18% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 6: 4 attacks; + 20% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 7: 5 attacks; + 22% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 8: 5 attacks; + 24% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 9: 5 attacks; + 26% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 10: 6 attacks; +28% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 11: 6 attacks; +30% Critical&lt;br /&gt;Level 12: 7 attacks; +30% Critical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circulo de Dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 200sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: 3m radius around Celeste&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Effect: 75% Chance of inflicting Excruciating Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating Pain - target loses 10% Hp per 0.5m distance moved (10 seconds duration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: A dance that is meant to bring pain around Celeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1: 300% Damage&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: 310%&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: 325%&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: 345%&lt;br /&gt;Level 5: 370%&lt;br /&gt;Level 6: 400%&lt;br /&gt;Level 7: 435%&lt;br /&gt;Level 8: 475%&lt;br /&gt;Level 9: 520%&lt;br /&gt;Level 10: 570%&lt;br /&gt;Level 11: 700%&lt;br /&gt;Level 12: 800%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruptura Levanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 300sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: 3m&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 45 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Effect: 75% chance of inflicting Rupture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupture - target loses 20% hp per 0.5m distance moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Named after a famous whip, "Rupture Rose" which tears open certain blood vessels of an unaware victim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1: 700% Damage&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: 710%&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: 725%&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: 745%&lt;br /&gt;Level 5: 770%&lt;br /&gt;Level 6: 800%&lt;br /&gt;Level 7: 835%&lt;br /&gt;Level 8: 875%&lt;br /&gt;Level 9: 920%&lt;br /&gt;Level 10: 970%&lt;br /&gt;Level 11: 1150%&lt;br /&gt;Level 12: 1300%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Elaine Etienne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible look concept was taken from a doujin game, "Bloodover"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six3aJMnALI/AAAAAAAAACs/0JezEIkiBkE/s1600-h/bloodovermaidlt2va5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344778148811047090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six3aJMnALI/AAAAAAAAACs/0JezEIkiBkE/s320/bloodovermaidlt2va5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background Story:&lt;br /&gt;A Complete Opposite of Brunie Etienne, her Auntie. She loves doing household chores even though they have their maid to do it. She even came to a point where she'd rather wear maid clothes. But it is not only what is surprising about Elaine. She can craft different kinds of ammunitions out of raw materials due to the fact that she had read so many books about it. Knowing that it doesn't just stop there, she even made a prototype of a weapon of her own. She's the one who can fully use a Gattling gun to its full potential. But since Gattling gun manufacture was discontinued due to its unreliability, she now aims to once again put Gattling guns in the Gun Manufacture line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;Gattling Gun&lt;br /&gt;Coat (Musketeer, Musketeer/Wizard) Robe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Skill: Ammo Crafting - Enables Elaine to craft ammo out of ore and different materials. (Special Pistol, Rifle, Buckshot, Cannon and Crossbow Ammos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STR 4&lt;br /&gt;AGI 9&lt;br /&gt;DEX 7&lt;br /&gt;CON 4&lt;br /&gt;INT 3&lt;br /&gt;CHA 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattling Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stance Bonuses on Level 25: ASPD +20% ACC +30 (Yes, no evasion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattling Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 150sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Self Buff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Target: Self&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 60 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Effect: +Attackspeed. -Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Adds additional attackspeed for the cost of movement speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - +10% Attackspeed -70% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - +12% Attackspeed -67% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - +14% Attackspeed -64% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - +16% Attackspeed -62% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - +18% Attackspeed -60% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - +20% Attackspeed -58% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - +22% Attackspeed -56% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - +24% Attackspeed -54% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - +26% Attackspeed -52% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - +28% Attackspeed -50% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - +30% Attackspeed -45% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - +35% Attackspeed -40% Movespeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullet Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 100sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 6m radius ; 6m range&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Elaine does an upward stream of bullets to fall upon the enemies' heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 150% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 175% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 200% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 225% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 250% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 275% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 300% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 325% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 350% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 375% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 400% damage&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 450% damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 300sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 5m&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 40 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Fires a spray of bullets on a single enemy in extreme speed but disables Elaine's Gattling gun for a few seconds due to heat buildup. (Adds "Overheat" Status)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 1000% damage - Attack is disabled for 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 1250% damage - Disabled for 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 1500% damage - Disabled for 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 1750% damage - Disabled for 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 2000% damage - Disabled for 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 2250% damage - Disabled for 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 2500% damage - Disabled for 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 2750% damage - Disabled for 25 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 3000% damage - Disabled for 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 3250% damage - Disabled for 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 3250% damage - Disabled for 30 seconds +50% chance to Inflict Mortal Wound&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 3500% damage- Disabled for 30 seconds +100% chance to Inflict Mortal Wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam Screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 100sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Debuff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: 7m radius around Elaine&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 45 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: When too much heat builds up on Elaine's Gattling gun, she can use the massive steam that will come out when she cools it down. Blinds and slows enemies around 7m AOE. Only usable when Elaine has the "Overheat" Status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - Blinds for 3 seconds - Slows enemies around by 10%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - Blinds for 5 seconds - Slows enemies around by 10%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - Blinds for 7 seconds - Slows enemies around by 10%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - Blinds for 9 seconds - Slows enemies around by 15%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - Blinds for 11 seconds - Slows enemies around by 15%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - Blinds for 13 seconds - Slows enemies around by 15%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - Blinds for 15 seconds - Slows enemies around by 20%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - Blinds for 17 seconds - Slows enemies around by 20%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - Blinds for 19 seconds - Slows enemies around by 20%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - Blinds for 21 seconds - Slows enemies around by 25%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - Blinds for 25 seconds - Slows enemies around by 30%&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - Blinds for 30 seconds - Slows enemies around by 35%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eunice Montblanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible look concept taken from a Namco game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six3-R8F8tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0NNZ834xKo/s1600-h/c3bigne7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344778769632981714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six3-R8F8tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0NNZ834xKo/s320/c3bigne7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background story:&lt;br /&gt;Hiding along with the Bahamas Witches, Eunice Montblanc was a scholar who lived among them. Gifted with both Elemental and Psychic powers, she can combine those two into a spell which only she has developed. She was known to be responsible too with the seals that protected their territory from intruders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;Elemental Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;Coat (Wizard) Robe&lt;br /&gt;Rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Skill: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STR 4&lt;br /&gt;AGI 4&lt;br /&gt;DEX 4&lt;br /&gt;CON 6&lt;br /&gt;INT 8&lt;br /&gt;CHA 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrokinesis (Rod + Fire bracelet)&lt;br /&gt;Cryokinesis (Rod + Ice bracelet)&lt;br /&gt;Electrokinesis (Rod + Lightning bracelet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyrokinesis&lt;br /&gt;Stance Bonuses on Level 25: SP Regeneration +5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning Essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 150sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Debuff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: Instant&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can conjure tiny flames inside a victims body resulting to a gradual decrease of HP and SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - Loses 5% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - Loses 5% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - Loses 6% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - Loses 6% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - Loses 7% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - Loses 7% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - Loses 8% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - Loses 8% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - Loses 9% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - Loses 10% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - Loses 15% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - Loses 20% HP and SP over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 200sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 35 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can gather an explosive force inside a target and then after collpases it damaging heavy armored ones severely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - +5% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - +5% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - +5% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - +6% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - +6% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - +8% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - +8% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - +11% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - +11% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - +15% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - +20% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - +30% damage per 10 defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Same as the Elementalist's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 200sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive/Debuff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m range ; 3m radius around target enemy&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 40 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can create and attach a time bomb to an enemy that explodes after a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 850% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 870% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 880% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 890% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 910% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 920% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 940% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 910% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 920% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 940% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 1000% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 1100% Damage ; explodes after 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryokinesis&lt;br /&gt;Stance Bonuses on Level 25: SP Regeneration +5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Mist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 150sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Area Debuff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m range ; 6m radius&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy/Ground&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice releases a cloud of mist that slows enemies that dare enter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Affects both directly casted upon enemies and enemies that will enter the field of the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 10% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 -10% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 15% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 15% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 20% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 20% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 30% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 30% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 40% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 40% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 50% Slow&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 60% Slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 200sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Construction/Summoning&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m range ; 6m radius&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy/Ground&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Creates a circular wall of ice that can trap enemies or even Eunice inside. Wall has an HP and DR depending on skill level and Eunice's level. Destroying the wall will inflict the one destroying it with "Frostbite" status. Bosses are unaffected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite - Slowed by 10% and greatly reduces the affected enemy's resistance to lightning damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Same as the Elementalist's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 300sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive/Debuff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m range ; 4m radius around target enemy&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can create and attach a time bomb made of ice that explodes and instantly freezes the enemy (100% Chance) for 7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 700% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 730% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 750% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 780% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 800% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 830% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 850% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 910% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 930% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 960% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 1000% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 1100% Damage ; explodes after 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrokinesis&lt;br /&gt;Stance Bonuses on Level 25: SP Regeneration +5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 100sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Single target buff&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 1.5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 4m range&lt;br /&gt;Target: Family member/Squad Member&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can channel small amounts of harmless electricity throughout an ally's body that will result into a great increase in attack speed and movespeed, the side effect though is after the duration will result into a great decrease in attack speed and movespeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - +15% Attackspeed ; +10% Movespeed ; -18% Attk/Movespeed for 10 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - +16% Attackspeed ; +12% Movespeed ; -18% Attk/Movespeed for 10 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - +17% Attackspeed ; +14% Movespeed ; -18% Attk/Movespeed for 10 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - +18% Attackspeed ; +16% Movespeed ; -19% Attk/Movespeed for 9 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - +19% Attackspeed ; +18% Movespeed ; -19% Attk/Movespeed for 9 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - +20% Attackspeed ; +20% Movespeed ; -19% Attk/Movespeed for 9 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - +21% Attackspeed ; +22% Movespeed ; -20% Attk/Movespeed for 8 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - +22% Attackspeed ; +24% Movespeed ; -20% Attk/Movespeed for 8 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - +23% Attackspeed ; +26% Movespeed ; -20% Attk/Movespeed for 8 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - +24% Attackspeed ; +28% Movespeed ; -21% Attk/Movespeed for 7 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - +25% Attackspeed ; +30% Movespeed ; -20% Attk/Movespeed for 7 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - +30% Attackspeed ; +35% Movespeed ; -15% Attk/Movespeed for 5 seconds after duration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 150sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Unclassified&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 1.5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 5m range&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy/Family Member/Squad Member&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 20 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can use electricity to pull a target to her location but doing so will stun her for a short brief of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - Stuns Eunice for 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - Stuns Eunice for 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - Stuns Eunice for 7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - Stuns Eunice for 7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - Stuns Eunice for 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - Stuns Eunice for 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - Stuns Eunice for 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - Stuns Eunice for 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - Stuns Eunice for 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - Stuns Eunice for 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - Stuns Eunice for 2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - Stuns Eunice for 1 second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrocute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 10sp initial required for casting - 50sp per second&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 1 adjacent enemy&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Duration: Until SP depleted or Eunice is attacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice will grab an adjacent enemy and electrocute it, disabling both of their actions while damaging the victim until Eunice's SP is depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 500% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 515% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 530% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 550% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 570% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 600% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 630% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 670% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 710% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 760% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 820% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 900% Damage per shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Charger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Same as the Elementalist's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electro Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Cost: 300sp&lt;br /&gt;Type: Offensive&lt;br /&gt;Cast time: 2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Range: 5m ; Purging Blast on explosion 4m radius around target&lt;br /&gt;Target: Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Cooldown: 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Effect: Purging Blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Eunice can create and attach a time bomb made of electrical energy that explodes, removes all buffs and shocks the target (100% Chance) for 7 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purging Blast: Removes all buffs from the targeted enemy and affected targets of the blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 1 - 700% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 2 - 730% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3 - 750% Damage ; explodes after 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 4 - 780% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 5 - 800% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 6 - 830% Damage ; explodes after 8 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 7 - 850% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 8 - 910% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 9 - 930% Damage ; explodes after 6 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 10 - 960% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 11 - 1000% Damage ; explodes after 4 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 12 - 1100% Damage ; explodes after 3 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone told me before that Eunice is somehow DotA-like, I think she is and she has some similarity with Raijin Thunderkeg's skillset but I made her before Raijin's release. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-3610100697734780186?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/3610100697734780186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=3610100697734780186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3610100697734780186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/3610100697734780186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/06/fan-submission-my-made-up-rnpcs.html' title='[Fan Submission] My Made-Up RNPCs'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/Six2suaCkhI/AAAAAAAAACc/QP1fJfGONxY/s72-c/698989nz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-779759845094166451</id><published>2009-06-08T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:20:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobileweapon: Battlestations @ Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/5126/rankbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a loooooong time of not updating my blog (due to the fact that I don't own a computer) now I did, though I don't have the time and effort to update my blog, I usually visit my Friendster account every now and then, not for the sake of Friendster itself but for an App which I first played in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobileweapon: Battlestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4v9LoVcae2Y&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The developer of this App is from SG, Tyler Projects. Though this maybe old news but for the sake of who haven't knew them, they have a &lt;a href="http://tylerprojects.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound unusual but just like GE, I cannot let my MW:BS character/ship go to the dumps so that's why I always try to visit and go online for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/1488/profbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top 1 Wealthiest in FS Version of BS, not bad huh? 0 Loses and lots of resources, 1000+ Ore and 150+ Plasma Rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/5126/rankbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see my Captain Profile is soooo GE. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't usually PvP at Battlestations, most of the time I'm on the defending side. Here are some combat replays of my defend phase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="embed" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="400" width="440" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11642"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://static.mobileweapon.net/bs/swf/embed_fs.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://static.mobileweapon.net/bs/swf/embed_fs.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param 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value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.mobileweapon.net/bs/swf/embed_fs.swf" flashvars="hid=20697" width="440" height="400" name="embed" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-779759845094166451?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/779759845094166451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=779759845094166451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/779759845094166451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/779759845094166451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2009/06/mobileweapon-battlestations-friendster.html' title='Mobileweapon: Battlestations @ Friendster'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-5360743493602320140</id><published>2008-12-20T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:23:00.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If We Hold On Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own problems, we often think it's never ending but God never gives you a challenge you cannot take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were living in an apartment (2005), life's never easy. Money was hard to come by but easily spent. I couldn't find a decent work but my wife was already working at an iCafe that time. I stopped College, that's maybe the cause why I can't find a decent work so most of the time I'm at home, I do the cooking and some laundry, I do freelance typing jobs and everything for extra income. Water was a problem in our apartment, though there is faucet water, it is limited only to a certain time so I usually go out and pail some water from a deep well near a creek. When I cook, I try to budget 50 php (Roughly $1.5) for our dinner and tomorrow's breakfast. I have once thought if this will end or we continue living like this. Fortunately we haven't got a child who'd suffer more if so we happens if we did have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually before we sleep, my wife asks me to sing a song for her. Though not a singer, I try my best to do so. Of course I'd repeat the same song and my wife would interfere me to sing something else. I ask her then to talk about our lives before as I'm thinking of a song to sing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife recalled about her childhood. Family of seven but they should have been eight since one died due to sickness, she got 3 brothers and she's second eldest among her 4 sisters. Their eldest stowed away as for personal reason she didn't knew since she was just a child back then. She told me that they lived by the shore with their house on stilts. Life was hard for them, either they have to fish for their food if they don't have money or never eat at all. What her father gains from work of making hollow blocks (bricks) was never enough. When storm came, they have to move again to another place, she said, seeing their house being torn apart by the storm was kind of heart breaking for her. I was a bit surprised, she didn't told those things before then I continue to listen. She told about when she were to go to school, she had to support her own studies when she was on Grade 2. She'd do laundry for her teacher in return of getting education. On her free time she giggled that she used to secretively harvested water spinach from a neighboor's marsh and sold it in the market, she even blurted into laughter after telling me when they were caught by the owner and chased her there. She did everything to support her studies and at the same time help her mother now that one of her sisters worked in a far place from theirs. There came a time that they have to move again to another place due to some quarrel that her father was involved, her father's back was slashed by a Bolo. Her High school years came meaning more expenses and such. She worked as a maid to support further her studies, Education was totally important for her. She worked until she stepped up to College but eventually stopped at 2nd year. She decided then to sail away from their place and came to Manila to look for greener pastures and her lost Eldest sister. As much as her mother stops her, she had no choice, good thing that she has her brothers to look after their mother. She's the only one in the family that has reached College level on her own effort, she proudly said to me. Hearing her story I suddenly felt sorry for our situation. I then shared mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being eldest to a family of 4, I was totally nurtured with almost everything my parents have to offer even though I have one impaired eye due to a birth defect. My father got a good job, we had our own house on dry land and I was the only child back then. I get to study at a Private School on elementary. We had a just ok house, though it flooded inside whenever a storm came but not really much of a problem. My younger sister get only to study on a Government-run school on elementary. All my younger sisters and brother get to study only on a Public school. I can say, I am so much blessed. High school came and I get to study on one of prestigious schools in our place where only a limited and qualified people can study at. I never experienced working to support my own studies. But who would have thought, there's really a wheel of destiny and by then we were at the bottom part of it. When I was studying at College, my younger brother and sister were already at High school and my youngest sister was at Elementary. The one next to me which is my younger sister was going to graduate the next year. I didn't elaborate more but I stopped studying. "Everything else was history after then.", I told my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife reminded me if I had thought of a song because it's already midnight and she had to go early the next day. So an old song flashed in my mind which I heard last time on a Radio Station on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imeem.com/people/CR0_y6/music/1TB4lps9/diana_ross_if_we_hold_on_together/"&gt;If We Hold On Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Diana Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You've come so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story&lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;Words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let us come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but she cried after that and hugged me tight. I told her that she must thank God even though she had that kind of life before because there are other people who suffered more and still suffering at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd show her something the next day before she go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the iCafe where I do some sidelines and show her an old pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/263/vulturechildez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 544px;" src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/263/vulturechildez1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she reacted, but I think she felt sorry for the child in the picture. I said to her that we should be thankful in everything we had and having. I don't know if I saw tears forming around her eyes that she told me that dust came through her eyes. But actually I kind of cried when I saw that pic back then. We all should be thankful in what we have. Right now, our lives are not the same anymore, we're going up the cursed wheel of destiny and prepared if it so happens we go down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there's something we can do about them. I know there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-5360743493602320140?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/5360743493602320140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=5360743493602320140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/5360743493602320140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/5360743493602320140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/12/show-your-love.html' title='Show Your Love'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-6028071143168571656</id><published>2008-10-20T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:47:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraud, Impersonation and Scamming Awareness Program</title><content type='html'>Though it may not sound necessary... For me, Awareness is better than Prevention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a thread for it &lt;a href="http://forum.iahgames.com/ge/showpost.php?p=543384&amp;postcount=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally added a CBox... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-6028071143168571656?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/6028071143168571656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=6028071143168571656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/6028071143168571656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/6028071143168571656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/10/fraud-impersonation-and-scamming.html' title='Fraud, Impersonation and Scamming Awareness Program'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-4612421224952634669</id><published>2008-10-15T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:40:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Migration Countdown</title><content type='html'>As much as so many people try to say that it will be extended... I think there's nothing wrong with being optimistic... Just for once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="countdown" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-halloween/show.swf?clickURL=http://ge.iahgames.com&amp;amp;clickLABEL=XXX&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Trying to be optimistic here...&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-halloween/skins/12.jpg&amp;amp;text=Granado%20Espada%0DWorld%20Migration&amp;amp;untilColor=16711680&amp;amp;textColor=3381759&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2008&amp;amp;month=9&amp;amp;day=16&amp;amp;hour=18&amp;amp;minute=0&amp;amp;second=0&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-4612421224952634669?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/4612421224952634669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=4612421224952634669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4612421224952634669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/4612421224952634669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='World Migration Countdown'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-1351360687449059412</id><published>2008-08-23T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:29:24.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! New Layout!</title><content type='html'>Finally had the time to fix my layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-1351360687449059412?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/1351360687449059412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=1351360687449059412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/1351360687449059412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/1351360687449059412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-new-layout.html' title='Yay! New Layout!'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-7506143773670513717</id><published>2008-08-09T10:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:03:16.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Diego's Art Nouveau: Loading Screen Contest" Entries (1st week)</title><content type='html'>Gee, I musn't have updated my blog for so long. (Almost 3 months XD)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I got more time to spare, I decided to join sGE's Website Contest.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0IiLXZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABU/isODd-jf3Zs/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232347725333921010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0IiLXZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABU/isODd-jf3Zs/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0Iiun6QsI/AAAAAAAAABc/NQdOB550PYI/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232347734798385858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0Iiun6QsI/AAAAAAAAABc/NQdOB550PYI/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0Hze9Q1kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VXb7zTx28Xo/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0HzwhePJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ay_WW1-MRw/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346927854402706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0HzwhePJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ay_WW1-MRw/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H0V0FN8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U-xdQpSzMrg/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346937864566722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H0V0FN8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/U-xdQpSzMrg/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H03OpHFI/AAAAAAAAABE/CZnHebiZqOM/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346946834340946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H03OpHFI/AAAAAAAAABE/CZnHebiZqOM/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H1IF_phI/AAAAAAAAABM/yZNrIbsljbw/s1600-h/loadingscreen_palukzedited6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346951361472018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0H1IF_phI/AAAAAAAAABM/yZNrIbsljbw/s320/loadingscreen_palukzedited6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are welcome. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-7506143773670513717?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/7506143773670513717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=7506143773670513717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7506143773670513717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/7506143773670513717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-diegos-art-nouveau-loading-screen.html' title='My &quot;Diego&apos;s Art Nouveau: Loading Screen Contest&quot; Entries (1st week)'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SJ0IiLXZ_PI/AAAAAAAAABU/isODd-jf3Zs/s72-c/loadingscreen_palukzedited1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-1335319890283027370</id><published>2008-05-24T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:24:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Happen (Episode 2)</title><content type='html'>My first MMORPG was Ragnarok Online™ back on 2001, I was on Chaos server and when August came, I transfered to Loki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/5515772721073l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah, that's me on a Private Server&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Granado Espada, there's one MMO I loved so much. It's Pristontale, though almost everyone says it sucks, when you really love a game, you can live with its negative qualities just like in real life. I played on ePT as they call it, it's an international server where it is Free to Play until you reach a certain level (forgot if it's Lvl30 or 49). Then eventually, Pristontale came into the Philippines. I was one of the first 1000 Closed Beta Testers, Installers and some merchandise were mailed right through our doorstep, a letter of acknowledgement was included too with the mail. Well, I managed to save some screenshots of my Closed Beta experience in Pristontale Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/2004-12-12-13-3-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priestess' Healing Skill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/2004-12-12-12-48-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one and only emote in the game, just type "yahoo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as every Closed Beta in every MMORPG, there's always character wipe at the end of the phase, quite sad about it (I barely leveled because I'd spent most of my time exploring). Argh, I lost my last minute of CBT screenshots because I've uploaded it on my Friendster that got deleted. Every Beta Tester should get over with it, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee, Open beta! But what? pPT is Pay to Play on commercial launch? That was quite hard for me but PT was the first MMO that I liked so much, might as well shell out some money just to play at commercial launch. Just as almost every MMO out there, Grind... grind... and grind, days become ordinary and tiring also but THINGS HAPPEN you know. I met someone in pPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/2005-8-5-18-23-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Angel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, my ingame sweetheart. Her ingame name may sound unusual (baba37l). Yeah I'm aware of those shemales out there but sometimes I trust my intuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/2005-8-5-18-9-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delacroix and baba37l   XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Long story short, She became my in-game Girlfriend, we met in Manila (that was 2005 I think) and we're official. A lot questioned our relationship, not only because it's a long distance relationship and we just met in a MMORPG, it's because of our age gap. yes she told me back then that she's 26 but she's actually 29, I was 19 years old. So, 10 years gap but we didn't mind. As of now she lives with me here in Batangas after we lived-in at Manila for about almost 3 years. We still don't have a baby though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess that's for now. Things happen, aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-1335319890283027370?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/1335319890283027370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=1335319890283027370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/1335319890283027370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/1335319890283027370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-happen-episode-2.html' title='Things Happen (Episode 2)'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-2359906595415404877</id><published>2008-05-24T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:17:29.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Not-so News Flash Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>Nothing particular and nothing special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of my neighbors committed suicide. What for? Because of &lt;em&gt;his boyfriend... &lt;/em&gt;yes you read it right - HIS boyfriend. It was just last night, before I went home I bought some BBQ for dinner and on my way home I notice some commotion going on, people murmuring about someone in the hospital, if he's still alive, how did he look and everything. So I hurry home to know who's this particular individual that committed suicide. The news was all over even my Mother knew some of the details about it, say... news travel sure fast along with some gossips. I'd rather not mention his name but as far as I know he was drunk at that time, he joked around with his friends that he's going to hang himself and so they took it as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a not so lighted area at a hut near our house they saw a familiar figure seems like hanging but only a half an inch above the ground. They thought he was only joking to it as he could just simply stand on his toes while seemingly look hanging. To their curiosity they gently slapped his face and on their mere surprise he indeed committed suicide. They said there were so much Mucus coming out of his nose and his lip was very dead pale, but he was still alive. A few people helped him out, one to hold him up, another to straighten his body and his father to remove the blanket that he used to hang himself. A Tricycle was available right away to bring him to the hospital. That was all I knew about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About why he did it is what really puzzles me. HE committed suicide because of HIS boyfriend. I knew him but I didn't know he would do such a thing, maybe because he's drunk, well he couldn't be so drunk by that time I think. He's finally out of the hospital, the doctors said that his lungs quite swelled maybe due to trapped air and even suggested that he should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to the ICU but his parents have no money for it so they just brought him home. As of now I think he's okay and I also knew the Boyfriend of HIM they are talking about. If I'm not mistaken, he's the 14 year old guy that I taught how to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons are still a mystery to me, but I feel that I need not to bother, it's their lives anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-2359906595415404877?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/2359906595415404877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=2359906595415404877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2359906595415404877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/2359906595415404877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-so-news-flash-around-corner.html' title='A Not-so News Flash Around the Corner'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-195950539592114163</id><published>2008-05-23T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:28:55.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Happen (Episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just when you think things are going your way, now it becomes totally ruined. Why I'd say that? Look at seaGE. I've been a pioneer since CBT moreover, I've been anticipating so much of this MMO back when it was still a Teaser Site (&lt;span&gt;www.granadoespada.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My CBT Barracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CBT Poses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/capture_00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CBT Ass Kicking Action&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I get to play GE when I was on Manila, such old moments, and when CBT ended I waited for OBT of course. I get to play on OBT but as soon as the news of GE going P2P (Pay to Play) it kinda discouraged me on continuing. (yeah I and most of us can't sustain a weekly or monthly fee for it). So I have no choice but do drop GE, oh so much I wanted to play. I've tried playing different MMO's (including Private Servers), nah I got bored of them immediately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v512/palukz/delalulu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, what's with the box over the head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just when I almost forgot everything about it, I came back to Batangas. I didn't expect that someone's playing GE at our place besides the fact that in Manila (particularly around QC - Caloocan Area) I'd rarely or almost don't hear anything about GE being played or discussed of. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I guess things happen you know. Maybe GE is totally destined for me. seaGE was on F2P already when I came back, I can live with Item shop but the most important is that finally I can play GE to my heart's content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-195950539592114163?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/195950539592114163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=195950539592114163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/195950539592114163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/195950539592114163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-happen-episode-1.html' title='Things Happen (Episode 1)'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8586353623694806200.post-430962908755482216</id><published>2008-05-22T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:08:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of an Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, I just started a blog. I should have long ago but what keeps me on not doing so? Lack of time? Don't have my own comp? Don't even have enough money to pay for rentals? Scared of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloggernextdoorgonnamakeyoucrycozhisblogpwnsyours&lt;/span&gt;? Bah! Whatever. Something did push me through this, lots of factors too may be involved. One is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Granado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of course and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obviously as you can see. So? What now? I'm such a newbie and still can't help the fact that I'm actually writing on a blog, I had once a blog at Friendster well they were just Copy and Paste Posts, sadly my Friendster account got deleted for some odd reason. Now, what's this blog for? Yeah, I have my GE Forum signature as a banner, somehow people would assume this is a Granado Espada Blog, but I can say my succeeding posts will vary on topic from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So much for an introduction, I ain't a writer or something so please bare with me but one thing is for sure. I'm human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;God Bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8586353623694806200-430962908755482216?l=palukz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/feeds/430962908755482216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8586353623694806200&amp;postID=430962908755482216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/430962908755482216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8586353623694806200/posts/default/430962908755482216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palukz.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-of-introduction.html' title='Thoughts of an Introduction'/><author><name>Palukz™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15063928255727660108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FATQF52AMw8/SDTzgiUAD7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lWUvjfQuYbQ/S220/1922439715222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
