Mellow

Honestly, I prefer the old Dante a lot more, but I can live with the new design. I also don't really like the logic of 5 million year old demons saying the word fuck every other word, like that ugly vomiting spider demon did in the trailer. I am a DMC fan, yes, and I think that alone should be enough to give this new game a chance. Suck up the change and look at it optimistically as opposed to buttdevastatedly. But still... everything in the game I could suck up, but the constant use of language still... off puts me. It just doesn't make logical sense to me. >>;

Entry FC-184-L A new guild has been formed and joined the everlasting clash of sword and magic on this ravaged battlefield. These newcomers, the GCN Defenders, claim to be the only "good guys" in this clash of factions and interests. This leader of this group is, in fact, a defected official of our rivals, the Evil Magistrate. I myself am not sure what should be made of this, as they have vowed to defend our greatest enemy, the ever looming menace that are the Chosen. Project Maple will continue as planned. We will not be declaring this new faction an enemy until a move is made against us. We will not be the first to clash swords. That just isn't the way of the Finn. --L. Nero sighed, leaning back in his office chair, taking his hands away from the keyboard after pressing the enter key, logging his entry into the Finlandcycles database. "These guys might be a bit of trouble... we'll see," he grumbled to himself, grabbing his radio, talking into it, sending a transmission to his lower troops, and to his singular ranking officer, the leader of Finlandcycles, Naxylldritt. "Keep an eye on this new group." The transmission ended.

Entry FC-0183-L Lieutenant Nero, or as I am known on the field, "Captain Wow," putting pen to paper in this entry. Addendum, of sorts. Due to some recent intakes of copious amounts of booze on my part failure to adhere to N's standards on the battle field and repeated buttdevastation defeat at the hands of the Chosen, I am stepping up my game, per se. At this point in time, a mere soldier on the front lines has far surpassed N and I's power combined. So, do to this, I am stepping up my game, and I encourage all other members of my devision of the Finlandcycles forces, the Wow Company, to do so as well. It is our job to do the dirty pest control of the world, to wipe out those minuscule pests known as the "Evil Magistrate," and to bring about the success of Project Maple. For Finlandcycles, all seems well. Signing out, --L.

I'm a big fan of the Elder Scrolls myself. Played every single one of them. Although my favorite is between Morrowind and Daggerfall, Skyrim was definitely not a bad installation. It was probably the installation with the least amount of depth and the addition to the lore it could of brought was very... disappointing, I thought. If you looked around even in Oblivion, reading books and so on, you'd find out loads about the lore. Skyrim? Not so much. It's a good game, but not the best the Elder Scrolls has to offer. So definitely go for it.

Welcome to the GCN. It's really great here, I assure you. And it is so much more than just the URA project. There's so much more here to delve into it's not even funny.

This will help a lot. I've been overtaken with college work and haven't really had time to do that, but with this extension I will definitely be able to take on this challenge.

Starburst. <3 Natural Selection 2 or Aliens versus Predators 2?

Xeoverium. Who wouldn't love a batshit insane lord of Hell with the Fallen Angel of Madness and Despair lighting a fire under his ass, all of this under sexy hat? That's right, no one. Torchlight II or Diablo III?

Garry turned his head, looking for the source of the noise. "I think we should be going now," he said, moving forward and gently tugging Ib along. He looked to Mary as he moved. "Mary?"

Garry nodded, seeming a bit... confused by the girl. "Yes... Garry. Nice to meet you, Mary," he said, smiling lightly. He was hung up on her eyes... there was just something... wrong about them, and he couldn't place his finger on it. "We should get going, Ib. Do you want to join us, Mary?" He asked politely of her.

Garry grumbled to himself inaudibly. "I see..." His voice dragged on. "You could come with us. We've been looking for some way out of here for... a while now, I must say. What is your name?" He asked, seeming genuinely curious.

Garry moved along the corridor, avoiding the eyeballs that had conveniently been placed on the floor as best he could. He seemed mostly unfazed by the eyeballs for the most part. He and Ib had made it to the end of the hallway with relative ease. Garry began to speak, but stopped before he could form words. He noticed the blood haired girl dancing around, and he spoke up. "Uhm... hello?" He said, addressing the woman. "Are you... another person from the gallery?" He asked, looking her up and down. He wore a very... unsure face when he examined her.

Garry closed the door behind them before turning around, looking around the room. The room was an dark grey color, with depressing imagery strewn about. To either side there were large, shadowy hands erected from the floor, uncannily similar to the ones that had tormented him before. However, these hands were adorned with plaque. He approached the hand to his left, just beneath the depressing painting of a bride. "Sorrowful Bride's Left Hand," Garry read from the plaque. "Uhm..." Garry dragged on, unsure of what exactly was to be done, before he noticed a hallway in the front of the room. "Ah!" He exclaimed, making his way to it. At the end of the hallway, there was a large room of the same depressing grey color, with several other rooms held inside of it. There was a corridor to his left, and he decided he would go down that way first. However, when he stepped in, he found his foot resting on an eyeball of considerable size, its socket part of the very floor. "Uhm... This is interesting," he said, quickly removing his foot from the eye.

Garry took the book from her hands. "I'll read it, Ib. It might have something important in it," he said. He looked at the cover. "Careless Carrie and the Galette des Rois," he read from the cover. He paused, staring at it blankly for a moment. He opened the book, moving his eyes over the pages. There were characters drawn in crayon on the pages, a girl in pink and other in blue, with two unimportant looking girls in brown in the back. "Happy birthday!" Said all of the girls. "Thanks, guys," said the girl in blue. "For your special day, we made a Galette des Rois!" Said the girl in pink. "What's that?" Asked the girl in blue. "There's a coin in this pie... and if you eat the slice with the coin in it then you'll be a happy person!" Exclaimed the girl in pink. "That sounds like fun!" The girl in blue responded. "Doesn't it?" Said the girl in pink, retrieving a knife to cut the pie. "Okay, let's divide it up!" She said, cutting the pie into four slices. "Now pick the slice you want!" The girl in pink told the others. "Let's eat!!" Exclaimed all of the girls. "Nom, munch... Aah!" Said the girl in blue. "What is it?" Asked the girl in pink. "I think I just... swallowed something hard!" Exclaimed the girl in blue, excitedly. "Ahaha! Oh, Carrie!" Said the girl in pink. "It must of been the coin!" One of the other girls added. "What do I do...?" Carrie asked. "It's fine, the coin's small! Well, I'll clean this up now!" Said the girl in pink. The girl and pink picked the table up, going into the other room. An older woman with pink hair stood there. "What's wrong, mom?" Asked the girl in pink. "Have you seen the key to the study?" Asked her mother. "To the study?" Asked the girl. "It's always right here on this tabl...Huh? It's the coin... The coin that should've... been put in the pie... Could it be that..." The girl dragged on. "Where could it have gone... Oh, my dear will be so upset..." Said the woman, worried. "What do I... do..." The girl dragged on again. The knife from her plate fell on the ground, clanking loudly. She picked the knife up. "Looks like I was just as careless as Carrie..." Said the girl. And then there was red crayon everywhere. Garry closed the book, setting it aside. "Uhm..." Before he could continue, there was a clank that came from the red door in the room. "It... unlocked the door," stated Garry, still taking in what he had read from the book.

Garry quickly noticed the hand slithering out of the wall, and without hesitating, he opened the door and pushed Ib through. One hands, however, managed to pluck several of the petals from his rose because of this, several cuts opening up on various parts of Garry's body. He winced a bit, grabbing his arm and hurrying through the door, slamming it behind without warning. He pulled his rose from his coat, seeing that most of the petals had disappeared yet again. He sighed, looking to Ib and giving her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry... I'm fine," he stated, pausing for a few moments before looking this new room over. He noticed a book on a desk in a distant corner. "Uhm... is that a coloring book?"

Garry gazed down the long hallway, Ib's hand in his. His face was wearing that same blank expression of unrivaled determination. That low growl also began to emanate from his throat, remembering the jostling experience he had when he last stepped through the hallway. "Let's go, Ib," he said, stepping his foot into the hallway and pushing through, trying his best to ignore the black hands wiggling about from the walls. Once they were both safely down the hallway, he took a deep breath of relief, smiling again. "That turned out well," he said, hoping to give Ib some reassurance. He noticed the statue in the way. "This is just in the way, let me get this out of the way for us," he said, gently letting go of Ib's hand temporarily, pushing the statue to this side and taking Ib's hand again. "Shall we go?" He asked, smiling again.

Garry stared at the banging at the door, his face blank and somewhat frustrated. A very low, quiet growl emanated from his throat, before he snapped out of it, looking down to Ib. He paused for a moment, still wearing his blank look. "Uhm... you may, Ib," he said, smiling lightly at her. "I think it's time we got going, this place is starting to get to me, I think," he stated, grabbing his rose from the jar and tucking back into his coat, taking the door knob into his hand and twisting it, pulling the door open.

Garry seemed a bit flustered by how upset she was, thinking of a way to comfort and reassure her. "Don't worry, Ib! We'll be out of here in no time," he stated, giving her a reassuring smile. "We got here somehow, so there has to be some way out! There always is. We'll just have to find it!" He exclaimed, pausing for a moment, his happy demeanor fading into his serious one. "Don't be afraid to cry... sometimes you just need to let it out, it's not good to just bottle it up inside. Let off the stress, and then when you're ready... we can make our way for a way out of here." He smiled again. "Is that a good enough plan?" He asked, trying his best to comfort her.

He took the paper in his hand, reading over it, looking over his rose. "In time... it will heal," he thought to himself. "Ib..." He said, dragging on a bit. "It's good to meet another human being in this place, Ib. My name is... uuuuh..." He paused for a moment. "Garry," he said, smiling widely. He snapped back into a more serious demeanor, looking at her rose. "Listen, Ib. That rose you have... don't ever let anyone have it. Keep it safe." He lifted up his own rose. "With each petal my rose loses, a cut opens up on my body... and since you have one, too... the same probably applies to you," he said, gently placing his rose in the vase and leaving it. "Ib... do you remember how you got here? I seem to have... forgotten what I was doing before this whole thing started unfolding..." He leaned against the wall, sliding down it, sitting on the floor, grasping his head in his hands. "I think I... hit my head or something."

Garry winced in pain, waking up from the brief coma he had been put into from the long fall. He lifted his head, wincing again, feeling the pain of several broken bones being disturbed from his movement. He realized that there was a girl with him, shaking him, begging him to wake. "A... girl? Another human being in this place...?" He asked, his words dragging on, unsure if the red clad girl was real or simply a figment of his imagination. He tried to pull himself to his feet, succeeding for the most part, but stumbling a bit from the splitting pain of his broken bones. His legs were intact, however, so he could stand with relative ease. He looked to the young girl. His expression seemed a bit dazed and confused. "You really are another human being!" He looked her over, his award winning smile plastered on his face again, before he noticed the red rose she had tucked away in her pocket. "You have a rose?" He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out his own blue rose, showing it to her. "I have one, too!" He exclaimed in a happy tone, despite his many injuries. He looked over his rose, noticing something, and thinking to himself. "It seems that what happens to this rose... happens to me..." He looked back at the girl. "Hey... what's your name?" He asked with a friendly demeanor, his smile still present on his face.

Garry closed the door behind him, simply trying to push away his recent experience, telling himself that he was simply imagining things and nothing really happened. "I'm going crazy," he thought to himself over and over again, shambling along forward. He noticed another door, making his way towards it. He pulled it open, stepping through. He saw there was a hole in the floor that would simply be impossible to leap across. He looked it over again, realizing that someone had placed a painting over the gap and used it as a bridge. He stared at it blankly for a moment. "How did I not see that there before?" He shrugged it off, before noticing another thing. The bug on the painting had been smashed. He simply shrugged that on, testing the sturdiness of the painting with his foot. He deemed it sturdy enough to walk across. However, his entire body weighed more than he had originally thought, as he was soon to find out. He took a step onto the painting, still caustious. And then he took another step. The canvas began to tear and give way beneath his feet. He gasped deeply, stumbling, trying to keep himself from falling, but to no avail. He couldn't keep himself from falling through. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he fell. And then Garry landed. He was laying face first, motionless in a red corridor, large, strange painting hung on either sides of the corridor. Blue rose petals were scattered around the area. Was he dead...?

Garry stared wide eyed at the shadowy hand from the wall, slowly calming himself down, his face shifting from terror to a more indifferent look. He slowly stood up, still leaning against the wall, when another hand erupted from the wall, this time directly behind him, and this time, it didn't miss him. The hand knocked him to the other side of the wall, where another hand erupted from the wall, repeating the process. Garry screamed at the top of his lungs, somehow still maintaining his manly demeanor, until the chain reaction of shadowy hands had launched him to the end of the hallway, throwing him against the door, cracking it roughly against the door. He let out a pained scream, grabbing the back of his head where it had rammed into the door. When he did this, he noticed a blue rose petal drift in the air, landing on his lap. He looked at it, somewhat confused by it. "What...? A... Blue rose?" He looked around, quickly noticing a rose placed in a vase atop a small desk. He stood up, brushing himself, having nearly forgotten all about the traumatic experience he had just encounter, reaching over to the vase and gently taking the rose from the vase. "It's... beautiful," he said to himself quietly. He tucked the rose into one of his pockets carefully, as something had compelled him to keep it for whatever reason. A bit of blood was on the door where he had hit his head. It was his blood. He sighed lightly, taking the door knob into his hand and pushing the door open, stepping through.

Garry was face down on the ground. However, this was not the ground he had previous been on. No, this was unfamiliar ground. He lifted his head up slowly, his locks of lavender hanging over his eyes, his entire body covered in a thin layer of dust. He shambled his way to his feet, brushing himself off and brushing his hair from his eyes. His award winning smile had faded, looking over the area. This was not the museum he had been in before. This was someplace else. "Where... am I?" He muttered to himself, looking over the room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were a shade of green. He took began to move around the room, noticing paintings of insects sprawled around the room, hanging in random places on the walls. He noticed a hallway with a door at the end. He shrugged lightly, moving his way forward, but as he placed a foot in the long, linear corridor, a black hand sprouted from the wall and just barely missed hitting him. He jumped back, gasping heavily, a look of terror on his face. "What in the hell is that!?" He howled, falling on his hind end, hugging the wall and shielding his face. "Did the wall just try to grab me!?"

Garry was staring into the large exhibit, his eyes filled with wonder. He moved his hand to the plaque, reading it over. "Abyss of the Deep is the name, isn't it?" And then the lights began to flicker. Garry moved his attention away from the plaque to the ceiling. "Power surge, perhaps?" He muttered under his breath. And then the lights blacked out completely. And suddenly everything was empty. No people. No light. It was just himself and the exhibits.

Garry pulled a decent amount of bills from his pocket, pushing them onto the table in exchange for that crucial entry ticket to the museum. "Have a nice visit, sir," the counter lady said in thanks, giving a light curtsy to him. Garry nodded and gave her an award winning smile. "You're very welcome, Miss!" He exclaimed in high spirits, waving to her as he made his way to the main exhibit, slowly pushing his way up the beautiful white stairway. When he reached the top, the first thing that caught his eye was the large exhibit in the center. He quickened his pace, almost running to the exhibit, placing his hands on the railings and looking into it. "What is this... an abyss?" He asked to himself, mystified by the incredible detail of the massive piece.