OBLIC'S PROFILE

author=UPRC
If I go forward with this, the challenges would be available at any time after finishing a dungeon (unless you can't go back, ala Floating Continent from FF6).

author=kentona

author=Shinan
Isn't it usually the other way around? People start out not believing, then start taking drugs and then they find Jesus? And then they talk about it to third graders.

I guess so, but after reading Bonehead's post it kind of sounded like the assumption is that the reason why people don't believe in a god is because the religion/some representative of it wronged you in some way or let you down.

I do like hearing stories about people developing a personal conviction and finding inner strength! (But I admit it bothers me to hear them attribute that strength of will, character and integrity to some god, rather than their own considerable human faculties)

author=LockeZ
I really hate, hate, hate gambling minigames. I cannot describe the depth of my hatred.

At some point I'm sure I had a logical justification for why I hate them. Something about save points, I think it was. Irrelevant now. At this point I no longer need a reason; any justification is overshadowed by my dark obsession. I no longer need logic, coherence, or anything even remotely approaching civility. I feel nothing but impartial, mindless rage. You cannot justify this card game to me; it will be your downfall regardless. My quest for vengeance against those who insert this filth into their games is boundless and insatiable. My soul broils at the thought.

If I encounter one more virtual casino in an RPG, if I load your game and reach this NPC, I will kill myself. Then when my tainted spirit reaches its fiery destination in the afterlife, I will topple the master of that dark place and take it over as my own domain. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of blood and bone, and fueled by my hatred for your awful minigame this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When the tear begins to open, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.