AVALANCHE of childhood memories...

Hmm... Okay, well if you have been following me on Twitter, you'll know that I've moved to Midgar. (Where-ever the hell I was before, I must have had some freaking amazing party, as my memory is hazy at best.)

So I'm blogging from a stupid basement of a stupid bar in the stupid Sector 7 slums of awesome Midgar. I should be up on the plate, where the real people are. I should be seeing the LOVELESS play, but instead I'm blogging from a computer that only has Internet Explorer as a browser... But to be honest, I doubt I'd enjoy the play. I mean, I love the original poem, before the writer became a total sell-out and started appealing to the friggin' masses.

Anyway. So how did I end up in a dive bar? Well, it's actually run by a girl that grew up with me... Tifa Lockhart... (Girl filled OUT) She is working with some charity that helps people deal with bereavement of trees... or something. I dunno. The big black guy with a gun for an arm (Barret I think) going on and on about it. I decided to pretend to care, then quickly changed my mind and told him that I didn't care. However, he had to be reminded of this an unbelievable amount of times.

So AVALANCHE and I hopped on the train to do something with balloons... or something to do with blowing up. Being annoyed at the fact that they all refused to change their name to "Cloud's Courageous Lackeys" I took refuge on the roof of the train. When we reached our destination, I was again annoyed at the lack of awe in the group I'm helping. I very obviously did an amazing ONE HANDED cartwheel off the train to bring a little bit of cheer to the dreary lives of the folk, but not an ounce of appreciation did I get. I cheered myself up by acquiring a few potions from the knocked out (and QUITE androgynous) guards lying on the ground.

So we continued onwards... I could go on a bit about what we did, but Tifa begged me not to be to OBVIOUS. (All I'll say is that there was lots of fire and "KABOOM" noises!) I will say two things though. The ginger chick, (Bessie?) got into an elevator and she stood at the door, and asked ME to press the button to go down the elevator. Also, WHY could we not take the elevator ALL the way to the Reactor? Why were we forced to clamber over pipes and girders?!

Thankfully, when we finally left the Reactor (aka burning heap of rubble!) I got surrounded by a load of 102932nd class SOLDIERS. Seriously, they were weak. I jumped onto the roof of the train, and somersaulted in to the carriage. THANKFULLY I got the reaction I deserved THIS time.

Lets fast forward a while for the chance to complain about the Gun-Guy. (IS it Bullet? Barret? Broccoli?) 1500 GIL?! I hope that he is friggin' KIDDING!!! I attempted to walk out in outrage.

Most horrifically, Tifa (Who has seriously filled out... She shall now be called Tit-a.) declared that I was walking out on a childhood friend. .... OUCH! Years ago, she made me promise that when I become the awesome hawtness that I am today, and she ever needed a hand with something, I'd help. What could I do? I apologised, but to retain my epic cool aloof personality, allowed her to "reminisce" and "remind" me.

Anyway. I best sleep. We have more bombing to do apparently. Tita is coming tomoz. Sweet.

P.S: Forgot to mention, I literally bumped into a slamming hottie that was selling flowers. (Not HER flower unfortunately... BOOM BOOM!) Shame that I was a wanted man at the time. Totally would've gotten her number!

Cloud Complains Series!

So.... It has most certainly been a while!

Many things have happened, Christmas, New Years, Exams, This....

But most horrifically? I forgot about my Blog. Well... Not "forgot", but College took over.

I am now promising my return with my new blogging series CLOUD COMPLAINS!

If you are familiar with "Final Fantasy VII" then be excited. If not? Read this! I will be replaying it, blogging (and tweeting) as the game's main character Cloud Strife.

Hopefully, you'll like it, laugh and follow!

I might occasionally post as myself... so to differentiate, I'll have two authors!

Til then!