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Well my last really wordy post was well receipted (I can say without a doubt at least two people read it, which means the world to me) so I thought I might make another one of these 2deep4u posts analyzing an emotion, element or psychological aspect of the human psyche through my juvenile fledgling eyes. I also like to think of this as a project I may incorporate into my future works, given time and effort exerted into making it entertaining and worthwhile for the average passerby to sift through. And hopefully, we all may learn a thing or two. But for the time being, it will serve as little more than a method of much-needed venting.
And an outlet to flaunt about my delusional insufficient-knowledge complex.
Nevertheless…surprisingly a lot of people asked me a certain question recently, and that question was “Why Inferno?”. Hahah….well this little tale begins with one particular element….fire. You know, fire is incredibly symbolic to me. I associate it with so many contrived memories and loose connections to the past, I might as well waltz around campus with a name tag that says “HELLO, MY NAME IS FIRE”. But that would be incredibly ridiculous because if I were ever to change my name, it would have to be because Nicolas Cage himself confirmed his favorite name besides that of his own, on the sixth alignment of the planets during the pinnacle of melodic equivalence. Or as the buzzkilling majority of pessimistic dream-killers would put it, “Saturday”.
Nevertheless….fire. One of the most obvious connections to this is my name. On the origin of my name, there are many reasons for such a seemingly random selection. The most noteworthy was my desperate need for an identity. Something that was relatively unused, partially original, and extremely sentimental to me. These were my personal guidelines. Well, my fascination with fire’s status as both a dangerous weapon and an indispensable tool intrigued me, so I scrawled through the pages of my thesaurus for synonyms and I became enthralled with the concept of being called, you guessed it, Bonfire. Until I found out some caviling prig who only posted one Flipnote had claimed that name first. I was disappointed, but this did little more than fuel my determination to select a more fitting nomenclature, one that could equate both my anger and stubbornness to surrender the element of fire to my competitors. Purgatory? No. Flambeau? Bleugh. Righteous Pantaloons? Perfect. But too perfect….I eventually quit this pondering altogether and sunk to the depressions that usually ensue after a young kid sobs in dismay at having his plans foiled by sheer and utter lack of thought being put into selecting a suitable nomenclature for themselves. But this young kid was, and always will be, stubborn as hell.
Booting up an old cartridge, a smile crept across his face as he viewed over his 100% completed profile of Mariokart. Oh, nostalgia. The day he and his brothers unlocked R.O.B was one of the crowning achievements of his young childhood. He would also probably drop himself harder than Greece’s economy as a result of the Greek government-debt crisis, had he known he would be narrating himself and giggling like a geek in third person, years later as he looked back on this tale. He would also remark that he better stop this now. Seriously dude, knock it off. You’re going mad with yo power you derived from control over the narrative prompt. JFDGIOJGDIJFGDOJISTOPITIREOIWEORIWEPORJWEJRNFWEOFJNSDFOWEJNSDOIFNJWFIOJNWEFOIWEJFWEFOJWEOFJWEFJDSIFHSDF.
Please pardon the argument with my fictional past existence for control of the virtually nonexistent narrative prompt. Simply attribute this to sleep deprivation which I shall remedy soon enough. Well to conclude this superfluous reminiscing, my old MarioKart alias and racing name was in fact, Inferno. I also went through a few other games with my files named Inferno, so it seemed trivial. Well a few weeks later I finally got to join Hatena and went on to meet some of the best friends of my life, an endearing (temporarily) unrequited lass, and countless other inspirational animators, voice actors, music composers, and just overall, people who motivated me to keep doing the things I do and love every moment of it.
…..I NEED TO BE PRODUCTIVE NOW. SERIOUSLY. I HAVE VENTED. EXCESSIVELY. TYPED UNWANTED PARAGRAPHS PEOPLE DON’T CARE ABOUT FOR HOURS ON END. AND FINISHED WHO KNOWS HOW MANY CUPS OF CHOCLATE MILK FROM MY PRECIOUS CAGE-IAN MUG. AS SOON AS MY PROJECTS ARE DONE MY FIRST PRIORITY IS NOW TO PRACTICE ANIMATION AND WOO EVERYONE. I SHOULD WRITE THIS DOWN ON A CHECKBOOK SO I DON’T FORGET. OBJECTIVES: PRACTICE ANIMATION [ ] WOO EVERYONE [ ]
Compassion. You know, personally I find compassion to be one of the most fascinating aspects of human psychology. It results from, manifests itself to and shifts around into so many different forms. Love, care, pity, empathy, sympathy, just to name a few, and yet, it is sadly one of the most easily underestimated aspects of human psychology. And in all honesty, who would depend on compassion as a solution to all, or even a reasonable amount of their problems? You’re not going to anticipate some good Samaritan to swing by and wash away all your troubles, unease and woes with some overwhelmingly benevolent statement or action that turns your entire day around, that’s practically insane and unrealistic. It also conflicts with our natural desire to sustain independence. But it doesn’t make it any less powerful an emotion.
To put this in perspective with reality, and to make an asinine attempt to prove my point, I have a short anecdote. Recently I was too depressed to be bothered with the thought of productivity and couldn’t get to work for the life of me. Well my friends saw through my pseudo-emotionally-stable façade, and ignored my stubborn as well as persistent “I’m okay”s, and after I told them everything that happened they immediately consoled me. I won’t give the details about what upset me so much, because that’s the thing, I don’t even REMEMBER what so tremendously affected my life, or so I thought. In fact, all I remember to this day is that I was unrelentingly uplifted by the support of my friends and loved ones.
Moving forward past this anecdote so it doesn’t seem like I’m flaunting about the fact that I have friends, and good ones at that, compassion is indeed quite beautiful as well as practically vital to our survival as humans. But like fire, it is potentially a very dangerous attribute. It can cause you to throw away your perceived value as a person all in the name of assisting someone you’ve never even met prior. People can take advantage of your compassion, play you for a fool, and exploit you to carry out their deeds at whimsical desire with gleeful abandonment. Does this mean we should demonize compassion and rid humans of all emotion? Hah. No. That would be like banning pencils from all educational facilities in America because they bear the capacity to stab people efficiently. (Tested this, and can confirm it myself, actually.) Instead I believe we humans try too hard to section ourselves off and bubble ourselves up from anything even possibly harmful, regardless of its utility, and that we should abolish this ignorance for the advancement of our society as a whole. I’m not saying we shouldn’t be cautious when using something potentially dangerous, good god no, I’m just saying it’s ignorant to blatantly exile something based on one potential outcome that’s usually the result of misconduct or inconsistent existence of a conflicting external force that compromises the validity of our results in the first place.
So why did I suddenly type a superfluous 2deep4u homily about compassion at 2 in the morning for seemingly no reason whatsoever? Well, I hate to be reinstate something I’ve already told anyone reading this, but, personally I find compassion to be one of the most fascinating aspects of human psychology.
I also shouldn’t be up this late listening to music that gives me an existential crisis concerning misuse of my “gift” for understanding things and using big words. It’s my dream to find an outlet that doesn’t involve enraging overwhelmingly populous masses of people like with politics, while at the same time allowing me to make use of ‘big words’. Siiigh.
Every genius needs an obsession to keep his or herself from going mad.
The reason I said this is because it’s almost midnight and I’m typing a five page essay on everything I didn’t learn from a class I didn’t take because I wasn’t here.
And the only thing keeping me sane is that we’re allowed to print our essays, so every time I finish a page I sneak in a faint Nicolas Cage behind the text.
Every genius needs an obsession to keep his or herself from going mad.
WHO’S MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY THAT’S GONNA BE CODDLED EXCESSIVELY AND SPOILED ROTTEN? WHO’S MY RIGHTEOUS AS F#CK PLAGUE DOCTOR WHO’S MORE METAL THAN STEVEN STONE’S ENTIRE PARTY? WHO’S MY ADORABBBLLLLLLLLLE PREEEEEEEECIIIIOOOOUS GLLLLLLLLLOOOOORIOUS SHINY I HUNTED A WEEK FOR??? AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAH!!!!!
Er hem…Shiny Spritzee. I am very happy.
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Bonjoooooouuuur, shufflegirldicey! Lucky for you, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude, and would be more than willing to comply! I apologize if my answer seems a bit superfluous, but alas, your question is a tad bit unspecific as to which area of ‘how to chain’ you are referring to. Nevertheless, without further adieu, let us begin. Well, first off, congratulations on the shiny Tentacool, and may it’s vexatious and virulent toxins lead you to victory in the future. Now as for chaining, it’s relatively simple. The watch thing you mentioned (Which I’m assuming is the Poketch) is begrudgingly no longer present in X and Y, and shall be punished by yours truly for it’s truancy. JAB JAB JAB JAB. No, all kidding aside, this watch has gone bye bye, meaning you have to either write down your chains on pen and paper, or keep track of them in your head. I’m no expert at chaining, but considering I’ve had a decently sizeable amount of shiny Pokémon in my midst the past few years I’ve been chaining, one could say I’m doing something right. If you already have a Poketch and all necessary materials to begin, skip to the ALRIGHTY THEN! So….the only thing you really need for this is the Poketch, which joyously has made a return in X and Y, and can be found in Lumiose City (The electric gym leader’s city). Just head there, look for the Pokémon lab (it has two Pokeballs in front of it on pedestals) and talk to the scientist on the second floor. Next buy Max repels to prevent wild Pokémon from breaking the chain randomly, Pokeballs(Duh) and congratulations, you’re ready to start chaining!
ALRIGHTY THEN, You mentioned you chained in the D/P/P era so I won’t bore you with some huge homily about chaining and it’s inner constructs, because truth be told, I’m really not as adept in this concept as some hard-core chainers are (The largest chain I’ve ever reached was 53, which I was rewarded with a shiny Togepi) but nevertheless, I’ll run the basics by you. To encounter the same Pokémon over and over, just step in the grass patch farthest from you (The ideal distance being four tiles) while avoiding those on the very edge. Two vital tips I can’t stress enough are, use Max Repels, and DO NOT USE THE CIRCLE PAD! If you do, you run the risk of (While, actually not merely run the risk of, this will happen) automatically ending your chain. This is because you use your roller skates. If you’re like me, this may take some adjusting, but it’s worth it in the long run. One last tip that I can’t exactly officially confirm, but is more than likely, is avoid patches that barely rustle. A message will pop up saying something along the lines of no Pokémon appearing here. I’m not quite sure why this happens, but eh. It has to do with throwing you off, I suppose. Nevertheless, very happy Pokémon-ing to you, and to all who read through this entire thing, god bless. Here’s a gif of Nicolas Cage winking to reward your tireless efforts.