So, I just found out that the first version of FFXIV had an event on it’s final day that was pretty much everyone ingame counting down and watching the end of the world/the game shutting down.
Holy shit. I really wish I had gotten to be there for that. That altered version of Answers playing in the background and the comet holding Bahamut just hanging there in the sky is giving me so many feelings. And then the lovely cutscene at the end that starts out A Realm Reborn. The commentary in the chat log made me giggle though
“Eh, forget the bar. Let’s grab a couple of bottles from the liquor store, find a nice park, and play on the playground stuff until we’re too drunk. Then we just lie in the grass and figure out what constellations look like.”
Syd held out her hand. “Nice gloves, by the way.”
Furia nodded. “Sounds perfect. And thank you. Found them in a little shop down the way. Kind of made me giggle, though they don’t have nearly as much detail as Eli’s tattoo like this. But they are opera length,” she mused as she steered Syd back down the alley and toward the sidewalk.
Glancing both ways, she spotted a simple sign. It blinked erratically as the fluorescent light illuminating it buzzed and flickered. “Looks like a prospect just up there.”
She slipped her arm around Syd’s. Fully on board and taking the lead, even if the idea hadn’t been her own. “So, what’s you’re poison? If I recall you weren’t much for tequila the last time around,” she recalled. There was something to her tone. It sounded happy enough, but outside of her laughter earlier and a comment here and there, it really didn’t flash in her smile nor did it reach her eyes.
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I don’t really have an explanation for this… There was an ‘art prompt’ a while back for Rex Marksley’s talking accessories. I imagined Rex having some difficulties after ordering a gun and bullets from the ACME company.
It made me giggle though. I hope you guys like it!