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Oh, for those of you reading the first part of the title and coming here, please give me Cuttooth by Radiohead.
Um, someone at FOX definitely read my rant. They're trying to spite me with a season 12 episode. And I did mention something about apples. But then again, it's possible to make a Simpsons reference out of anything.
Snowhead Temple.
This dungeon annoyed me, actually. It was well done, but getting in by rolling and reaching the top only to find out you missed something and have to go back down was annoying. The boss is über-fun, though, and this name will most certainly lead to smartass comments. Not my favorite temple music, but it's still good.
I was thinking of uploading Forest Temple, doing the Ocarina of Time temples, and then going back to Majora, but since one reader and downloader is MIA since Sunday, I'll stick with the minimalism of Majora's Mask.
June 15, 2002.
Quote:
It’s cold, isn’t it? Not supposed to be. What have we released upon ourselves? I am alone, in a room that chills straight to the marrow. The room itself is beautiful, yes. The walls are glass and ice, with crystalline stars of blues and purples. Beyond are nebulae that shift color, and flower-carvings. The floor is marble, covered with snow of anything from a dusting to drifts half my height. At the center is a fountain of chatoyant ice.
The entity that is here, it is a black nothing with baleful crimson eyes of fire. I suddenly realize my time has not yet come for this place, and I leave.
The hallways below are warmer, and the air has wet mist and steam. The floor is stone tiles with intricate rectangular and diagonal carvings. I go through an iron door into a small room with a couch, a pool of boiling water with steam with the cold iridescence of sunlight through ice crystal. The room itself is lit by strange pale blue and green fires, which don’t seem to give off any light or heat at all.
I wander through the icy hallways of the Palace of the Memory of the People. The entrance fountain is a gleaming ice sculpture of abstract facets and prismatic colors. Snow falls and wisps move across the frost-glazed sepia stone tiles.
For some reason, I forgot to copypaste that last part.
Great Bay Temple
To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything like this. You can sort of tell what to expect by the music.
Nope, nothing I can find that was anything like Great Bay. I did have a dream a few mornings ago where my subconscious was telling me not to be too hard on Tiang. Thanks a lot, subconscious, for really using your ass with that one. I most certainly didn't realize that back in April. And Carla didn't point that out to me.
Um, someone at FOX definitely read my rant. They're trying to spite me with a season 12 episode. And I did mention something about apples. But then again, it's possible to make a Simpsons reference out of anything.
Snowhead Temple.
This dungeon annoyed me, actually. It was well done, but getting in by rolling and reaching the top only to find out you missed something and have to go back down was annoying. The boss is über-fun, though, and this name will most certainly lead to smartass comments. Not my favorite temple music, but it's still good.
I was thinking of uploading Forest Temple, doing the Ocarina of Time temples, and then going back to Majora, but since one reader and downloader is MIA since Sunday, I'll stick with the minimalism of Majora's Mask.
June 15, 2002.
Quote:
It’s cold, isn’t it? Not supposed to be. What have we released upon ourselves? I am alone, in a room that chills straight to the marrow. The room itself is beautiful, yes. The walls are glass and ice, with crystalline stars of blues and purples. Beyond are nebulae that shift color, and flower-carvings. The floor is marble, covered with snow of anything from a dusting to drifts half my height. At the center is a fountain of chatoyant ice.
The entity that is here, it is a black nothing with baleful crimson eyes of fire. I suddenly realize my time has not yet come for this place, and I leave.
The hallways below are warmer, and the air has wet mist and steam. The floor is stone tiles with intricate rectangular and diagonal carvings. I go through an iron door into a small room with a couch, a pool of boiling water with steam with the cold iridescence of sunlight through ice crystal. The room itself is lit by strange pale blue and green fires, which don’t seem to give off any light or heat at all.
I wander through the icy hallways of the Palace of the Memory of the People. The entrance fountain is a gleaming ice sculpture of abstract facets and prismatic colors. Snow falls and wisps move across the frost-glazed sepia stone tiles.
For some reason, I forgot to copypaste that last part.
Great Bay Temple
To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything like this. You can sort of tell what to expect by the music.
Nope, nothing I can find that was anything like Great Bay. I did have a dream a few mornings ago where my subconscious was telling me not to be too hard on Tiang. Thanks a lot, subconscious, for really using your ass with that one. I most certainly didn't realize that back in April. And Carla didn't point that out to me.
