NaBloWriMo: Post 5 – The Bane of My Existance

Many people describe the bane of their existance or life as something quite vague but understandable in annoyance. Mine however is something that has haunted me ever since I was little.

To put some back story to this I will explain what and where this ‘bane’ came from. Growing up in a family of gamers, I’ve been exposed endlessly to different genres of games, formats, etc. One of the game series played often in my house was the Legend of Zelda series – Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, Windwaker, any of them released we had at one point or another and I either enjoyed playing them ( when I was old enough to understand the controls and not cry if I died during a boss battle) or even watching my brother or dad play them.

The game, I admit, that scared me the most when I was little, was Majora’s Mask. I tell you, ENDLESS nightmares, crying – you name it, it happened. But although it scared the literal shit out of me I still pushed to watch my brother try to complete the game. Now I’m sure if anyone reading this that has played the game (or recently Hyrule Warriors) you will know that fucking moon is one of the creepiest things known to man. It’s just there getting closer and closer as the game progresses, till at one point you might as well not bother looking for it because it’s so damn close. Now I think I’ve grown from my younger self’s fear but when I got the clawshot upgrade in Hyrule Warriors and it dragged that mother fucker from the sky, I almost died. Like why man WHYYY. I hope I don’t sound too melodramatic.

And then I find out they are making a remastered version of Majora’s Mask for the 3DS – which is amazing and I only hope my brother will let me play it when he gets it … he’s definitely getting it … I’ll make him – but as soon as a comparison of graphics article is made, lone fucking behold the main image is that goddamn moon. I’m not happy. Well I am but I’m not.

So that is the bane of my life.



NaBloWriMo: Post 4 – No More Sunny Days

Having one of those days where metaphorically it’s like when you think it’s a fart but it’s actually a shit.

I’m confused. Maybe doing what I just did will have severe consequences for me in the future (which doesn’t exist).

Putting friendships on breaks is never easy, especially when it’s with a best friend. I’ve been feeling lately that I’m not actually an equal in thus friendship; merely a subordinate. It might do me some good, might fuck me up and send me over the edge. Just have to wait and see.

No more sunny days.