Miscellaneous

Blue's eyes scanned the field of tall grass before him, blades swaying in the cool spring breeze, brow furrowed in concentration. He knew there was a Pokémon out here somewhere. It must have been hiding in the brush. Blue had hoped he was already ahead of Red, having caught a Pidgey so soon after obtaining the Pokéballs from his grandfather, but the kid also had a Rattata with him.

I had seen the boy in this very same glade just a day or two earlier. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say I had seen the boy in a brighter version of this glade, where trees were trees and didn't have eyes or spit bombs out of their snouts. In fact, the boy himself had been, well, a boy, rather than a humanoid fox-creature clad in a vest and tunic.

I am not generally a particularly snappy dresser. When I told my roommate I'd be wearing a shirt and tie to Video Games Live, he looked at me as if I was crazy. It wasn't like I was going to a funeral or a job interview, right? This was just a concert with video game music. He and the rest of my friends were planning on simply going in shorts and a t-shirt.

The Red Wedding shocked the buh-jayzuz out of me — twelve years ago, when I read A Storm of Swords.