When I was young my passion were different than most. While other boys were playing baseball, or Mortal Kombat, I was discovering Celes' betrayal against her empire or reading about the Knights of Takhisis. I earned my way into the king's favor with d'Artagnan during the French Revolution and won Gwaelin's love after saving her from a dragon. One day a friend of mine told me of an adventure grander than any other. It would make my past deeds seem as if I had never lived and outshine the fourth phantasy of the stars I was currently experiencing. I listened with skepticism. What could be greater than traveling to the moon? Who could be more deserving of my vengeance than one who lusted for power and gained it, only to lose his humanity in the process? Still, I valued his recommendations and remembered it's name. It was Chrono Trigger. I had little money at the time, being too young for a job and the son of a carpenter. In order to start my quest I went to the greatest wealth of knowledge in all of civilization, the internet. It was a journey full of potential dangers. First, I had to climb to the highest peaks of the stairs, then risk the wrath of running into the most dreadful of monsters, the teenage sisterbeast. Her and I had fought many times before, each earning scars both mental and physical in our battles. I made it to the computer unnoticed and double-clicked it's gateway to knowledge. There, I downloaded the rom. I was finally ready to begin my journey through time. Along the way, I made new friends and fought new enemies. I was betrayed by a chancellor and helped a frog fulfill his destiny. I taught a robot to love. Somewhere along the way I became lost. I knew where I wanted to go, and what I wanted to do, but I couldn't figure out the way to get there. Once again I went to the internet for knowledge. This time something was wrong. The bridge connecting my world to their's was down. What had happened? Had the elements risen up by sending a storm to disrupt my connection to the world of answers? Had my 33.6k modem, the keymaster that unlocked the door, met it's end with a shower of sparks bursting from it's core or melted under the intense demands of use? I didn't know and I despaired! Then, like a miracle falling from heaven itself, it was there. I went in search of a guide and found one written by the oracle Spatvark, of former EOFF fame. It was then and there that I found the Eyes on Final fantasy and went on to save the world from the ravages of Lavos. I came back to EOFF many times seeking knowledge and during one of my early journeys I discovered the land of the forums. I don't remember how long I avoided it, for it was a very long time ago, but most likely the period of a year or two. Eventually, I made my way there. Upon joining the citizens of this land they asked me for a name so that they may know me. I produced one but quickly regretted it. Seeking to change it, I sent a message to the knight Kawaii Ryukishi. He directed me to a member of the Council of Administrators. I don't remember clearly which one it was, I never talked to him again, but it may have been Scotty. My name was quickly changed and the rest is known, to a very few of you.
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This thread is a huge nostalgia fest so far!
Originally Posted by Mr. Carnelian
