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Tatsugi
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"Eat like a horse, train like a dog, sleep like a baby"
My guess is that they are some sort of semi-fluid material, and by swinging our weapons through it.. It somehow either disperses or disrupts its form? It really is odd but the sounds make me thing that..
To me, what I was drawn to in this game was the unlimited character customization possibilities mixed with magic and fighting styles. You literally can dress and do whatever you want and be the person you want to be.
Also, .hack//sign fan, mmos draw me like moths to a bug zapper, however I only play one and latch on for long periods of time.
Our story begins on that blustery night, far away in the land known as Errin. Tis a place that only a few will ever reach, but for one man it had been his home for eight long years..
Staring out of the frosted window of the hut that he built many moons ago, there was a young man thinking quietly amongst the sounds of the crackling wood in the fireplace and howling winds beating on a heavy wooden door behind him. As he took a swig from the large wooden mug he had filled with hot cider moments before, an almost unnoticeable scratching could be heard coming from the door followed by disheartening sigh. Broken from his usual trance, he stood up and went to the door to peek through the window. Not seeing anything, he thought that it was just his imagination running wild yet again. Things like this happened from time to time, ever since he moved into the forest alone.
The man turned to head back to the table when he heard the whine yet again, however there was no scratching. The whine sounded weaker and quieter than before, maybe even more distant. Pacing to the front door and flinging it open wide to the cold blistering wind the man looked outside as far as he could see. The wind suddenly died down and the snowfall slowed.
The man then looked down to the snow near his porch to find traces of what he had heard. While looking about he noticed that his door had been clawed with fresh markings and there were tracks leading to his wood pile a few yards away. After slinging on his coat he grabbed one of the metal fire iron from the hearth and set out to the woodpile to deal with the would-be intruder. Upon reaching the pile he stopped and listened for any movement. Nothing. He stepped a bit closer to glance to the other side, weapon ready and eager to get back into the warm fire. And then it happened.. Another whine..then a sigh. The sound came from right on the other side of the pile. It didn't sound like a big creature at all, so with a little less caution and a bit more curiosity, he moved closer. The man peeked over and saw a light gray ball of fur about the size of a pail huddled against the pile trying to keep out of the cold. It was a wolf pup, less than a month old, and barely breathing, so the man quickly took off his coat and scooped it up tight and ran inside. Thinking to himself, he didn't quite understand why he was compelled to help the pup, all the while hours past and the pup slept while rolled up in the old coat next to the fire. The rest is a blur.. T’was many years ago. But that is how I met Kota, on what turned out to be Christmas Eve.
