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Zelos can use Judgement in Dawn. ninja

Its essentially the same story for my Perfect Dark game for the N64. What happened to me though is I lent the game to a friend and they accidentally overwrote the save file. (since the files were on the cartridge back in those days) Before I lent the game, I was stuck on the mission Crash Site: Confrontation. But after I got it back and started over I managed to get to the Skedar Ruins: Battle Shrine mission. At which point I got stuck again...

In other news, I made a short story! biggrin Who wants to give me feed back and fix it up? (I forget what the person who does that with books is called) Ill just post me story here for you all to take a gander at. I hope you enjoy even with the way it ends and it being a giant block of text.

Today started like any other day. I woke up at 5am, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on my work uniform. I made some breakfast. Today I decided to have Grits with some chocolate syrup, sugar, and a nice chunk of butter mixed in with a glass of half orange juice half apple juice for a drink. After I finished I made me some coffe to drink on my way to work. At about a quarter past 6 I walked out the front door and locked up the house. I got in my car and started my half hour long drive to the restaurant I owned. It had actually been founded by great grandmother. Elis's Diner, it's a cozy little restaurant where the customers say they always feel extremely welcome. After my great grandmother retired, it had passed out of family hands. That is untill I decided to eat lunch somewhere new one day, and so I happened upon the diner. I sat down at a table and when the waiter came bye I ordered a simple grilled cheese and tomato soup. While I was waiting for my order I found myself admiring the surroundings. It was then that I saw a picture of my great grandmother with the word "Founder" etched into the frame. I was rather excited to have learned something new about her. After I finished my meal and tipped the waiter I ended up having a talk with the manager at the time. After I explained that the founder was my great grandmother he agreed to sell me the business for a reasonable price. When I told my mother and grandmother about it they were positively extatic. My grandmother had almost forgotten the small diner her mom owned way back when and she was interested in seeing how its come along. My mom was pround that I had my own business now instead of just doing desk work every day. After I took up management of the diner things actually went pretty smoothly. I invited my mom and grandmother over for the new management re-opening and they said they quite enjoyed themselves. But, enough about the past and how I got here. This is about what happened today. I got to work same as always, got the diner prepared for the day same as always. But today around half past 1 a strange customer stopped bye. They ordered their food and sat at one of the counter side stools. While they were waiting they asked me if I had a moment to talk. There werent any customers wating at the moment so I decided why not. They asked me if I ever wondered when my last customer would show up. I was slightly puzzled by their question but I replied that the business has been running quite well all these years and I havent had any problems so I didnt see the business having its 'last customer' any time soon. At least not while I was still working there. They said all right and went back to waiting for their order. After they finished they stopped on their way out and turned to face me. They said, "10-22-13" then turned back around and walked out the door. Once again I was puzzled by their comment. I wasnt sure what those three numbers meant and I put them at the back of my mind. The rest of the day was same as always. That night though, I couldnt stop thinking about the numbers. "10-22-13" What could they possibly mean? I eventually managed to fall asleep but it was a retless sleep. The next day I had hoped to see the stranger again and I planned to ask him what he meant when he said those numbers. He didnt show up. The rest of the week I slept fine but I still hoped that the stranger would come back. He still didnt show up. And so the rest of the year went bye without any hiccups. I had completely forgotten about the stranger. Then the next year on December 14 the stranger came back, although I didnt realize it at the time. Once again they sat at one of the counter side stools. I asked them what they wanted and they told me that wanted a #10, a #22, and a #13. I told them that was an awefully big order but they said not to worry about it. So I went to tell the cooks the latest order. "10-22-13" I said, then it hit me. The series of numbers that had bugged me so much for an entire week the year before. I realized now was my chance to ask the stranger what he had meant by it. But before I could turn around I heard the door open and close. I looked at where the stranger had been sitting but he wasnt there and by the time I turned to look at the door he was gone. I turned back around aprehensively and told the cooks to cancle that last order. This was just too weird for me now. I might have thought it was some convoluted prank of some sort but the instances being more than a year apart just didnt work prankwise. I decided to tell my mother about what happened. That night after I closed up the diner I called my mother. After I finished my story my mother stopped to think for a while. Eventually she said that it kinda sounded like a date. I thanked her for listening to me and for her opinion and hung up the phone. I thought to myself "A date huh?". Then I thought back to the question that the stranger had asked me the first day he showed up in my diner. I didnt know what to think. Maybe this guy really was pulling my leg. Maybe this is some sort of long, drawn out joke. This guy couldnt possibly know when I would be getting my last customer. But, what if he did? I thought to myself, is there something im going to do wrong? Is it going to be my fault? Or is it going to be some outside influence? Is it possible for me to change it? The last thing I wanted is for my great grandmother's diner to go out of business. That night my sleep was filled with strange nightmares about the numbers, the stranger, and for some reason my great grandmother telling me how disappointed she was. The next morning I thought about taking the day off and getting help, but I decided that I wasnt crazy, just a little shaken up. So I went to work like usual and the day went by just like normal. As did the next 9 months. The "date" that the stranger had given me was a mere week away and everything seemed fine. And so the next 6 day went bye without seeing the slightest decrease in customers. And so it was finally the night before the day I would apparently get my last customer. I tried my best to put it at the back of my mind and get a good nights rest. The next day started just like any other. I woke up at 5am, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put on my work uniform. I made some breakfast and this time had a sausage, egg, and cheese croissant from the freezer with a glass of half orange juice half apple juice for a drink. I made me some coffee for my trip to work and left at about a quarter past 6. I made my way to the diner just as I had always done. I got everything prepared for the day and had the cooks start pre-preparing some of the more popular breakfast orders. I made my way to the wall where the neon open sign plugged in. I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. I said to myself "Well, here goes nothing.". I shoved my worries to the back of my mind and plugged in the sign. After a few minutes we started getting the usual customers. I asked some of them if they were at all dissatisfied with the food or service here. They all gave me the same confused look and the same positive answer. None of them planned on ceasing their patronage any time soon. Their answers all put me at ease. It would seem that these last two years I was getting worked up over nothing. Just some elaborate long played joke. That is, untill he showed up. It was the single scariest moment for any owner of a small by the street business. I was being robbed. I had no idea what to do. I never liked confrontation so I figured I would just open the register and give the man the money. But he had different plans. He faced right toward me, and pulled the trigger. It happened so fast it didnt sink in at first, but I then realized that I had been shot. I fell backwards onto the floor. I could hear customers screaming and running out the door. I didnt hear anymore gunshots so I felt relieved that the customers were ok. My head was starting to feel fuzzy and I was having trouble keeping consciousness. But I was still able to realized what the stranger had meant by my last customer. It really was my last customer, not the Diner's. Then, everything seemed to go dark and suddenly everything was clear again. I was still on the floor looking up at the ceiling. But I couldnt feel my wound anymore. I slowly stood up with my hands in the air. I faced the robber and begged for him not the shoot me again. The robber seemed to heed my request and proceeded to put the gun away and hop over the counter. But as he walked over to the register he tripped on something. But what he said about it took me completely by surprise. "Stupid body.". I was almost too afraid to do so but I slowly turned my head down to the floor. I was completely unprepared for what I saw. My own body, dead, in a pool of blood. I fell to my knees and started crying profusely. By the time I had finished, the robber was gone and the cooks and a few customers that rather liked me stuck around by my side. One of them called 911 while the others just stood around with dumbstruck looks on their faces. As I turned around from my body I saw a familiar person standing in front of me. The stranger. The one who told me when I would get my last customer. I wondered to myself how they could have know this. I wondered if they could have actually been behind this whole thing. There was nothing I could do about it now though. But then I was shocked out of my thoughts. The stranger was talking to me. Not the body me but the me that was standing up. I asked them if they could hear me. They said yes and that it was time to go. I asked them how they knew this would happen and what they meant by it was time to go. I suppose I kinda should have seen the answer coming but I still wasnt prepared. "Death, I am Death.".

What ya in a rush for? Got plans? neutral

I came to say, hey look who's back! And then Neji, your big huge post broke my brain. XP I didn't even read it, as the block of text was bigger than would fit on my screen at one time and...that's kinda scary. I might read it at some point but...my random dyslexia may kick in like it usually does with big chunks of words, where words switch places or just turn into different words entirely for no reason...

Ah...so it was all about deleting games. Got it. Actually...I accidentally deleted mine and Yoshi's Vesperia file on my 360, since the first time you click to save, it highlights the game that had been played before the one you are on. So as we had been playing together earlier, that file was highlighted...and I pressed A and it was deleted. XP

And 'that one word'? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? Which is so much fun to write!

I think I spelled it right... I think. I played that song in band this year, so I've seen the word a lot.

And I could help, since I think I'm pretty good at editing. (That's the word you were looking for - editor). I managed to get through it with a few 'wtf?' moments due to my random word-switching weirdness, but I did read it.