Weird

[mark_asphodel]

So, last night, I immersed myself in analyses of "The Day of the Locust" as a warm-up for embarking on my NaNo project for this year (officially signed up and everything, oh yes).  And I promised myself that I would be concentrating for the next thirty days on Detroit Novel and not on Fire Emblem fan works.

So, of course last night I have an absolute doozy of a dream starring Fire Emblem's very own Pretty Tiara Boy.  I was watching TV, and an advertisement came on for the new SSB game, which was titled Redstone for some reason.  Redstone is a project at work that just wrapped up last week, so at least I know where that came from.  Anyway, the advert had three characters in it-- Wario, Zelda/Sheik, and Marth-- each of whom showed off their moveset and had a brief speaking part.  In English.  And I was all "Yay, Marth! fangirlfangirlfangirl!!1"  I mean, super-happy delirious excited.  Crazy excited.

For those of you who care, he looked pretty much like Melee!Marth would with modern graphics and the appropriate FE3 "bright" color scheme-- not bad, really, but getting into Uncanny Valley territory.  Anyway, the next thing I knew, I was sucked into TV Land and was wandering around this large hotel-like complex and apparently there was a murderer loose or something and it was very exciting and sad all at once.  Basically, it was like being plopped into an SSB "Ten Little Indians" fanfic.  I woke with this deeply weird feeling that persisted through most of the day.

I don't know what my brain is trying to tell me.  :/

PS: What is up with all the un-costumed trick-or-treaters this year? Not classy, man.

Comments

[samuraiter.livejournal.com]

Crazy!Marth: *sinister gleam in eyes*

[mark-asphodel.livejournal.com]

He wasn't the serial killer, if that's what you're aiming at. ;P

[kyusil.livejournal.com]

If they're not wearing costumes you reserve the right to not give them candy. :/

[mark-asphodel.livejournal.com]

I feel more comfortable saying No when it's a carload of high-school kids, but these were little kids, herded to the door by parents. I dunno. On the one hand, not having a costume (and not bothering with the "trick or treat!") is a violation of the premise of the entire routine. On the other... well, crap, I'm standing there with a bowl of candy. If I had something really awesome to hand out, or my house was decorated and I'd gone all out, I likely would tell the plainclothes crowd to scram. But I didn't feel like picking a fight over the mini Kit Kats.

I guess I'll just mope about it.

[mark-asphodel.livejournal.com]

What was helpful? What "web site"? I find that a very strange response to this particular entry.

You have about twelve hours to demonstrate you're a real person and not a spambot. I keep an open journal, but I dislike it intensely when my trust is abused.

[shining-valor.livejournal.com]

The dream sequence... MY GOD! Laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Plot bunnies for SSB fiction perhaps?

[mark-asphodel.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure there's any way to write a "Ten Little Indians" SBB murder-fest that hasn't already been done. And I've read most of 'em. One and one-half were good for a re-read (as in, one finished story and one unfinished story).

Might go for an FE murderfest sometime, though. I like British mysteries.