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August 2005

August 4, 2005

when i walked through the door there was a kid standing therein shorts and an argyle sweater. we went downstairs and played "through being cool" front to back. i knew we would be best friends forever.

this is my first memory of fall out boy. post yours. i wanna know.

yes yes we know everybody is hot. patrick is. joe is. andy is. because they are all good people. and that makes my heart beat.

yes, i am obsessed with the show 24. yes, i want to make a life with kim bauer and have 10,000 babies.

if you can find it inside to vote a couple more times for "sugar..." on TRL we would love you (oh who are we kidding, we do anyway). the info is in the news.

more dates for the nintendo fusion tour will keep being announced, so don't worry your pretty little head.

lets fall in love all over again from the start.

zzzzzz.

lately i have been feeling like i am just a headache for everyone.

08/04/05

question

what kind of guitars do you play? And who is better Joe or Patrick

answer

patrick is the love of my life but i cant deny joes doggie style. they are both pretty good in bed i guess.

question

did you really go out with Frank from my chemical romance?….oh and you and patrick are really hot!!!!

answer

i definitely have a boy crush on frank.

question

hey pete tell patrick he is hot. and ask him whats with the glasses?

answer

okay 2. i think they help him see

Other Q&As from this time that are undated

August 5, 2005

Hey. Updater.

Florida in august is a sweatlodge. Take my word for it you don’t want to know.

The kids here are amazing.

I lied. I’m sorry, please forgive me. We are selling the clandestine bartskull necklace at the clan booth on warped.

If you get a sec light up the trl lines for us with a couple of votes. You mean the world, either way.

August 12, 2005

I am the koolaid jammer. Romances last terrorist, locked away in the back watching emilio estevez and friends dance on the screen from deep in the back. Heyhey updater: the panic! At the disco record is still better than whatever you are listening to right now. Lets get married and move inside one of their songs. October fall is recording out in l.a. Right now. Get ready for big things babies. Me and patrick have been working on new songs already. Swoon. We’ve got an annoucement coming up really soon about a performance. We also did a pretty big interview that will be out in september… It covers a lot we haven’t ever talked about: getting bigger, me missing europe, etc… We’ve got some new merch coming soon and some special nintendo fusion show offers….

“Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen…”

Yeah I wrote a lyric for that song, guess which one… Ill be honest ryan writes circles around me….

August 18, 2005

dear warped tour,

even though you made us hot and dirty, we had the best summer of our lives and wanted to thank you.

thank you to every single one of you guys that came out, sang the words, crowd surfed, watched or came up to our signing and told us we suck (hehe).

the love is back on.

bigplans.

"we only do it for the scars and stories" still holds true. you don't even know, and im not telling.

- petey

August 19, 2005

Things I have been thinking about lately:

Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that's showering and sleeping are fun too.

My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I'm in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online.

Writing messages on your arm for someon to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal.

On the topic of computers: lets stop talking like- u r lyKE soooooo Haawt.... My dogs can type bettere than that. And sending this I M "how come you're on my buddylist" or "who is this, is this really pete from fob" - honestly I love talking to people but these ones get instanlty rejected.

See also: peoples whose screenames are like: petehoppuslovespatrick65 - I know what the conversation is gonna be like already. I've had enough of them.

Oh yeah- mikey's screename is not xiheartweedx

I hear were a week away from retiring on trl. Lets do it. Cause honestly I'm not gonna live long enough to get retired from a real job (like 65?) we gotssss to party it up if it happens.

On us playing the vmas: we have this insane idea that mtv is considering. If they let us do it you may see something really insane. (Its not me and frank kissing in wedding dresses, or is it).

I hear there is a turbo voting thing for the vma on our front page.

Ill have a serious update later

Peter

August 19, 2005

The Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me in a mikey way. I had to hit it. It's not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal

August 26, 2005

i should be in miami florida right now. stalking out jessica alba on a beach at night somewhere but instead i am lurking the internet from the safety of my parent's house. sorry i have been gone. there are plans afoot. i hate this hurricane nonsense- when we heard we were playing the VMAs we tried to come up with some hilarious stuff to do- you know- like first we suggested that we throw a big party on stage while we play and have some live deer and maybe two tranvestites dressed up like madonna and brittany spears, kissing- mtv was like: try again. so we rented space suits from a movie company and planned to play in those and kind of just smash eachother with our guitars- but now with this tropical storm mtv just wants us to actually be normal and play- hehe i'm sure we'll think of something. i need to go eat count chocula. we're putting some new gear into the clandestine webstore over at clandestineindustries.com and decaydance.com is up and you can preorder the panic! at the disco record along with the vinyl version of from under the cork tree. my hand has swollen to the size of a grapefruit, but if you think that looks bad, you should see the other guy, or in this case the wall.

if you get a chance, you could make our day and go over and vote for us a couple of times at FBRVOTE.COM - an easy way to do it...

ive got pees on my head but don't call me a pee head. bees on my head but don't call me a bee head. bruce lee's on my head but don't call me a lee head.

i'm crazy for you sparkle.

August 26, 2005

from the retirement home.

have i told you guys lately that you are the best?

our video retired on TRL today ONLY because of you.

thank you.

that is all.

- petey

August 26, 2005

on pete’s friends or enemies blog

August 29, 2005

Live from the defjam party.

I am in disbelief.

Everytime I question what I am doing, you prove me wrong.

We won the m2 vma. In my opinion the most important award of the night.

We weren’t sure.

I never should have doubted you.

You have NEVER let me down.

You make me proud to be in this band.

We aren’t the biggest. But you make us feel like we are.

We are in love.

More later.

Peter

August 30, 2005

the roc is still alive when fall out boy hits the mic.

can we say that we love you anymore.

you rbought it.

did you hear the collective gasp when they said fall out boy.

shock.

we were standing up to clap for our friends in My Chem, who we were sure had one.

we then realized we didn't know where to walk to or what to do.

we definitely noticed Usher give us the "WTF?" look when we went by him and hugged my chem.

we didn't write anything down, so we were very nervous when we got to the mic.

we dressed up like harry potter when we played so we would feel the magic.

we drove to the red carpet in a saturn and fell out cause we are broke.

we realize that beyonce quoted us. we wanted to return the favor "say my name, say my name- you're acting kinda shady aint callin me baby..."

jayz is the coolest. but luda is kinda close to as cool. and we have a super crush on christina milian. we are happy to be part of the defjamfam.

we realize that you made the world shake just for a second.

we want to pay you back with more than just a discount in our webstore. let me think of how.

one night can change it all. and you did that for me. so thank you.

- petey

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal

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someoneinjersey · 5 years ago

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As the person who defied my parents to see PATD with you in NY 🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️ I require PATD INFO/RP PLS

Y’all are in for it now

Let me set the scene for you: It’s early in 2005. I’m 18, a senior in high school who loves her friends, her music, her fandoms, but pretty much hates her life. It’s still the days of AOL and dial-up internet. I’ve got parental controls on my AOL screen name that limit me to 1 hour of internet time per day, but I figure out my dad’s gross password and change my settings to unlimited online time. Sometimes I get busted and sometimes I don’t. I live on the internet in my free time.

Back then, AOL email zines were pretty popular. Basically they were just emails with cool html coded text about whatever subject you were interested in, sent out via a white-listed mass mailing that came out weekly, or a few times a week, depending on the content and the creator’s schedule. I was subscribed to zines that were primarily diaries or *NSYNC fan zines (I also, in fact, had one each of my own that I mailed out to my friends and a few strangers on the internet), but I also was subscribed to a zine that sent out a free downloadable mp3 or two with each email. (This is also how I came to discover Dashboard Confessional, and if I recall correctly, Fall Out Boy, too.) One issue of said zine came with two demos from a band called Panic! At The Disco, “Time to Dance” and I THINK “Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks” was the other one (it was either that or the demo for “Camisado” but that feels less familiar than “Nails”). I downloaded them and gave them a listen and I remember thinking

“Wow.”

The songs were unlike anything I’d heard before, so different from what was popular at the time, and from the genre I was into, and yet they also somehow seemed to fit in that genre, too. I remember standing in front of one of the soda coolers at work at the front of the registers one night, telling my work friend Teryl about this band he HAD to check out. I called them something like dance-electronic-pop-punk. I have no idea how I introduced them to you, Nicole (the asker nicoima), but I remember talking about them in our 8th period Human Growth and Social Development class with Mr. Cornelius. There were only two songs and I was in love, particularly with “Time to Dance.”

Cut to November of 2005. I’ve graduated, my friends have all gone off to college, I’ve stayed local, doing the community college and working part time thing. A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out had come out in September. I obviously owned it and played the hell out of it. Word comes along Fall Out Boy is touring and the Nintendo Fusion tour is coming to my town, where we do not have a concert venue. They are playing at my high school. In our stupid sports arena/theater/whatever it was they built while I was there, on the same stage I graduated on in June. It’s Fall Out Boy, Motion City Soundtrack, The Starting Line, and Panic!. My friends are all home for Thanksgiving break and are getting tickets, so I BEG one of them to get one for me that I’ll pay them back for.

The day comes. It’s Wednesday, November 23, 2005. I remember because it was the day before Thanksgiving, and I went to Thanksgiving dinner sore as hell from being in the crowd the next day. It was the last day of the tour and actually doesn’t come up on any of the archived tour announcement articles, you have to search directly for “Nintendo Fusion Tour” and “Toms River, NJ” and/or “Ritacco Center” which is what the place was called at the time. We waited outside in the cold for probably an hour before being let inside our own high school. My friends and I all jammed in a circle together to Panic!’s set at the back edge of the crowd and talked about how good the album was between songs. This was Panic!’s first tour. They wore too-tight jeans and hoodies and t-shirts (except for Ryan who was already doing the vest thing) and Brent was on bass. There was no stage gay yet. Since it was the last day of their first tour, during their last song a bunch of the guys from the other bands came out and dumped confetti all over them and I’m pretty sure people were picked up and spun around and I think someone did a somersault?

Do you see that shit? That fourteen-and-a-half years ago shit? God I’m old. Anyway the show was incredible, I almost died in The Starting Line crowd, got within one person of the barricade for Fall Out Boy, and touched Pete Wentz’s tummy as he crowd surfed during “Saturday.” Then we all went out to Applebees to eat after or some shit, I dunno, we were always at the Bee’s.

Now, during this time, all this 2005 demo days pop punk emo ruling the world heyday, I was also balls deep in another fandom: the Newsies fandom. For anyone who isn’t familiar with Newsies, it’s a Disney musical from the early 90′s about the newsboy strike in NYC of 1899, starring Phillip Pullman, Anne Margaret, and a singing and dancing 17-year-old Christian Bale. It bombed at the box office but gained a cult following once it was released on VHS and then on DVD. For some reason, after catching the movie on tv at some point during my senior year, I became obsessed with it, and after talking about it at length with my friend Laura at school, she invited me to the NML (the Newsies Mailing List, which was a yahoo group that was a good platform for fandom back in the day). I joined and immediately dove into fanfiction.net’s Newsies category, paying special attention to the works by fellow NML members.

You may be wondering, Sara, outside of being made up of sexually ambiguous teenage boys, what does Newsies have to do with early Panic! At The Disco?

For the rest of the world? Nothing. For me? Nearly everything.

This little rewind to mid 2005 is to talk about how I met Stacy, the girl who’d become my “best friend” for the next five years, my closest Panic! buddy, and the person who got me into the hobby of online role play. Stacy wrote Newsies stories on fanfiction.net, mostly the pairing Snittery (what’s up fellow Snittery ladies), and they were good. Really good. She was my favorite author in the fandom, almost like a celebrity in her own right to me. And then, one glorious day, after I’d been leaving comments on her stories, she left a highly positive comment on one of my own (yes I still have my 3 stories up on fanfiction.net and no I won’t tell you how to find them because I was 18 and just getting into slash lol). Somehow we ended up exchanging AIM screen names and started talking. Every day. The entire time we were online. It was Newsies and bandom, as she was just getting into the bands in the scene (Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is… to name a few that were big at the time and pre Panic!), and one day she invited me to join a MySpace role-play group that was Newsies based. It was a bunch of girls and women making MySpace pages and posts and comments as modern day, high school aged Newsies characters, as well as other original characters to pad things out. In this RP, Stacy was Snitch, I was Skittery, and we had our characters embark on an epic high school romance together that was about as dramatic as you can imagine two 18 year old girls pretending to be gay high school boys could be.

And it was fun.

Now let’s look at what happened from, say, 2006 to the beginning of 2008. This is where the things I discuss will both split and be muddled at the same time. I’m going to start with how RP and Panic! became entwined in my life.

RP – We’d all just about played out what we could of our little Newsies game, as most characters were finding their happy endings and moving on with their fictional lives. I think it was Stacy’s idea to bring in a new set of characters to shake things up, original characters that had a dynamic nobody seemed to have explored before. But who could we use as PB’s? (In my day, FC’s/face claims were called PB’s, which was short for “played by.”) It might have been her crush on Brendon Urie that catapulted us into developing four characters we called the Horsemen, who were all PB’s of Panic! At The Disco. At the time, I was fresh off an indignant backlash against Panic! because they were being played on MTV and I was young and stupid and still wanted them all for myself and made excuses for not liking them, like how I didn’t feel Brendon had found himself as a frontman yet in the “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” music video because I was DUMB, but the idea of getting back into them the way I had been previously and using them as inspiration in this new way was intriguing.

Enter the Horsemen. Fabrizio (mine, PB Brendon), Caspar (Stacy’s, PB Ryan), Sabien (Kelly’s, PB Spencer), and Yanni (developed by a girl called Dewey who ultimately left the RP scene and handed Yanni over to Kate, PB Jon). Four obscenely wealthy, arrogant, and codependent friends who left their private school to attend public high school in order to see how the other half lived. We brought them into the RP to be mean and cause fights to stir up drama and make for some interesting situations to play, but that RP ended up fizzling out very soon after their introduction. So we started a new RP based around the Horsemen and the original characters from the Newsies RP that we liked, which took place in a made up, expensive private school in a real wealthy town in New York. Yanni, the oldest, was a Greek ladies man with a dead older brother. Sabien was a chubby Hungarian genius who was vegan to spite his parents but ate meat and sweets with his friends because he actually hated veganism. Fabrizio was a hot-tempered, ADHD Italian with an addict of an older brother, who slept around because he could. Caspar, the youngest, was a suicidal, dramatic, German twink who read too much Palahniuk. The four considered themselves blood, closer than brothers, unbreakable, until Fabrizio and Caspar started sleeping together, sending Fabrizio into an intense gay panic and Caspar into a black hole of depression that resulted in at least one suicide attempt.

We played with these characters for a long time. We wrote fics about them. We created AU’s (alternate universes) for them. We played and wrote out their futures – college years, marriages, kids, all the way up to their deaths. We adored them. We became bigger fans of Panic!, and closer friends with each other. And then, near the end, there started to be problems among us. But looking back, I realize the problems had been brewing all along. Resentment about character choices, secret pairings that went against the master plan; it was like there was in-fighting without it ever being addressed. And the root of it all … was Stacy.

We’re going to flash back to real life now.

Real Life – The love for Panic! is strong again. It’s 2008 and by now I own the collector’s box for AFYCSO (which now goes for $334 plus shipping on ebay holy shit) and have played the bejeesus out of it. I’d devoured the Live in Denver DVD to the point where I could dance along with Brendon and the two lady dancers. I’m totally in love with all four of them. As a note, Live in Denver is available on youtube, and if you haven’t ever seen it, do yourself a favor and go watch those utter babies do a phenomenal show.

Stacy and I hang out in real life for the first time when I take a trip to the desert for her 21st birthday (my first time on a plane, ever!), and we drive from Arizona to Las Vegas, where we stay in the grungy El Cortez hotel just off of Fremont Street. We visit the strip, act like tourists in all the hotels/casinos, see a great show (We the Kings, Metro Station, The Cab, and Cobra Starship) at the now defunct Jillian’s on Fremont Street, and have a pretty good time, despite our real life friendship chemistry differing GREATLY from our online rapport. Quite frankly, when it’s just us together, it’s awkward. (It’s worth noting, though, that this trip is the first time I ever met Rachel

Panic drops the ! from their name but whatever, they’re working on a new album, and they promote it by teasing it with puzzles across all their social media. I have a LiveJournal account I’m regularly on and I belong to a Panic! community that’s devoted to deciphering and analyzing all their mysterious posts. The album Pretty. Odd. comes out in March of 08 and it’s fantastic. So different, but so good. I remember forcing a guy I was dating to listen to it in my car as I drove him to the bank one day – he was into metal and was not impressed.

It’s at this point, I think, that I get super into bandom fanfiction. Sure I was about Ryden, but I also had an outlet for that of my own, with our RP, so I didn’t actually ship them in real life. Stacy and I frantically texted each other when our two favorite fics updated, a Ryden high school au called “Infinite, Sometimes,” and a mainly Ryden but also oddly full band fic (?) called “The Present and the Distance” aka “the plane wreck fic,” which was about, you guessed it, the band’s plane crashing on an undiscovered island in the Pacific. Both of these are still available to read if you search for them via google – I think “Infinite, Sometimes” may not be available at its source but it has been reposted by others to keep it around. I also at this time fall in love with the pairing Joncer, thanks to one particular author called tequilideas who took inspiration from the band’s time in the cabin doing drugs and making music and created these ridiculous and amazing characterizations of the guys that I couldn’t resist. She wrote full bandom crossover fics, but her Joncer ones were my favorite. My absolute 100% favorite Panic! fic I’ve ever read is by this author, and it’s called “I Like My Mermaids Like I Like My Coffee (Cold and Bitter)” and it is about Spencer being a merman who has to go back to the sea unless something like true love can keep him ashore and of course he and Jon are stupidly in love with each other but won’t acknowledge it. It’s fucking fantastic. I nicknamed all my LiveJournal Joncer icons with references to that fic, and someone on tumblr actually made a post about it making fun of me, lol.

Moving on.

Admittedly, I missed out on the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour and have always regretted it, so that year I saw Panic! twice in concert while they promoted Pretty. Odd. First up was them headlining that year’s Honda Civic Tour, which I saw in Philly with a few friends (Nicole/asker nicoima included, as she is always and forever my concert buddy). It drizzles and it’s outside so they only have port-a-potties and I take way too many pictures and I almost get us killed by a bus on the drive home, but it was a great show.

Check out that flip phone, guys.

The end of October/start of November rolls around and Panic! is on tour again, this time with The Cab, Plain White T’s, and Dashboard Confessional. So Stacy and I arrange another trip; she’s never been to the east coast like I’d never been to the desert, so she flies out for a visit. We go to Washington DC and visit monuments, we go to Philadelphia to meet up with my friend Kevin and his friends and hit up the art museum, and we see Panic! at the Prudential Center in Newark. It’s a great show and I take an absolutely useless amount of pictures, from off to the right side of the stage because by this time I have a raging ladyboner for Jon Walker, and I accidentally put us on the wrong train going home, causing us to get off at a random station, wait for a train back to the Newark hub, and then get on the correct train home. This also happens to be the same train commute where I drove us all the way to the train station while forgetting our concert tickets at home, so we had to drive back, get the tickets, and go back to the station where we missed the train we planned on taking. Luckily the trains run every hour or so, so it wasn’t a big deal. I was very directionally inept and forgetful in those days. I think this was something Stacy did not enjoy about me, lol. She’d always get huffy when I messed up.

There was always a cymbal in front of Spencer’s face, so I really didn’t get any shots of him from this show, but I have loads of decent pics of everyone else.

2009 comes, and I’m due for a Vegas visit. This time I convince Stacy that we should invite Kate too, since she was one of the Horsemen with us (the only other one in the States and thus available for us to meet) and I wanted us all to be as close as we had made our characters. Within literal seconds of meeting Kate at the airport, we were best friends. REAL best friends. And so began a steady decline of my friendship with Stacy, lol, though I still clung to the idea of her and I being BFFs. I see the Grand Canyon for the first time, and it is an unforgettable, awe-inspiring wonder to see in real life. Rachel meets us in Vegas, and we spend a few days walking around in the heat before seeing Fall Out Boy at the Palms. Kate is now my full on homegirl.

Here I am freezing my lil nuts off in a We the Kings hoodie at the Grand Canyon because it was in the 40′s and even snowed on our way out of the park. Did you know it cost $25 per vehicle to enter the national park? It’s $30 now but we drove up there like “uhhhhhhh” because we were 20-whatever years old and didn’t know we had to pay to see nature. Anyway.

In the summer of 2009, Panic! splits. Stacy actually calls me on the telephone to break the news to me on the morning it happens. She cried. I took in the information as I walked barefoot through the addition on my house, feeling awful that Ryan and Jon were leaving (especially due to the aforementioned crush on JWalk), and cried later. But! Brendon and Spencer were still Panic! and they were still touring, now with Dallon Weekes and Ian Crawford. They released “New Perspective” and it was time for another concert-fueled trip.

(A small aside, here – It’s during this period that I decide I do not like the Young Veins. I think Ryan can’t sing, their debut single sounds too much like “Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult, and I buy into the rumors that Ryan’s a self-centered druggie who is ditching his friends. I forgive Jon because he never really truly subscribed to the theatrical eyeliner let’s-have-an-image-for-every-album mentality, and also because I still seriously want his dick. Hey, I never said I was rational or fair.)

This time it was Stacy’s turn to come to the east coast again. Panic! was touring with Fall Out Boy and Blink 182, doing outdoor venues. I pick Stacy up from the Philly airport and we immediately set out for Boston (a trip I make on ONE tank of gas, god bless you Toyota Matrix), where we check into our hotel and quickly head to Mansfield for the first of two shows for the trip. The crowd around us is made up of weed-smoking Blink boys so I feel too self conscious to take any pictures, but I do record a video of Brendon joining Fall Out Boy for a rendition of “Don’t Stop Believing” which was pretty great.

There is so much traffic coming out of the venue that my GPS dies on the way back to Boston (I’d forgotten the charger in the hotel room), and I panic (lol) because I’m lost in Massachusetts and there is nowhere open at that hour to ask for directions. Somehow one of us manages to sort of get a map with directions up on our phone, kind of, but Stacy falls asleep on me and I have no way to navigate alone in the middle of the night my first time in Boston, so I pray to my dead grandmother to just get me within sight of our hotel and I could figure out the rest. It worked. We got to our room, I excused myself to go downstairs and outside for a private phone call to my mom where I cried and ranted and raved about being lost and scared and my supposed best friend couldn’t even stay awake to help me. So things were going great friendship-wise at that point. We spent just about a day in Boston before heading back to my house in Jersey. A few days later, we drive to Hershey, PA for another stop on the tour and it rains almost the entire show, so I don’t take any pictures again. We end up leaving before Blink even plays because it starts to thunder and lightning and we’re soaked and don’t want to die. The rest of the trip is spent with Nicole, going to Ellis Island, the Met in NYC, and of course, since it was the summer, Point Pleasant Beach. Or did we go to Seaside?

Well it turns out it doesn’t really matter because in May of 2010 while Panic! is taking time off before working on a new album, I take one last trip to Vegas with Stacy that goes HORRIBLY and once I arrive back home in Jersey afterwards, she ghosts me. I’m talking five years of friendship, multiple cross country trips, creative projects together, and friends made through each other and just, boom. She never speaks to me (and by proxy, Kate and Kelly) again. I am tremendously hurt and voraciously angry, even though our friendship really was only successful on the internet. I carry hurt feelings over this for a very long time.

But now in the timeline, without a Caspar in our Horsemen, we enter a new era of RP.

RP Again – It’s down to just Kate, Kelly, and me. We adore the Horsemen still, and want to keep their stories alive, so we decide to just … tweak things. Through what probably amounts to an internet version of rock, paper, scissors, it’s determined that Kate will take on the role of the missing Ryan character. Enter Reudi, still the youngest of the friends, a Swiss-German orphan who bonds with the other three boys but never his wealthy foster family, and of course, begins sleeping with Fabrizio. I absolutely admit the Ryden stage gay was the source of both the Caspar/Fabrizio and Reudi/Fabrizio pairings.

The whole backstory of the Horsemen changes. No longer are they forced upon each other in childhood by their wealthy parents at charity banquets or lavish galas. No, they don’t become such unbreakable friends this time by just … exposure to one another through their parents’ relationships. This time they fully choose each other as friends. They come together … in speech therapy class. Yanni, who primarily speaks Greek at home, has such a thick accent in his English speaking that he’s placed in the class first. Next comes Fabrizio, who has no problem speaking English, but speaks only in Italian at school to piss off his teachers because he hates adults. He’s maybe 7 but he cusses like a sailor when he does speak English with the boys. Fabrizio and Yanni somehow immediately look at one another and go “that one” and never look back. The third introduced into speech therapy class is Reudi, who is about 6, tiny and shy, and just has a hard time pronouncing words. Yanni and Fabrizio take it upon themselves to look after Reudi, which mostly ends up consisting of Reudi wearing Yanni’s big thick sweaters for comfort. Last comes Sabien, still a fat little genius who just … doesn’t talk. Not because he can’t, but because his parents (geniuses in their own right) talk over him at home and kids at school make fun of him so much he just clams up intensely enough that they put him in speech therapy. Fabrizio comes to his rescue while he’s being bullied, offers him candy, and decides they’re friends now, that’s it, no take-backsies. He introduces Sabien to Yanni and Reudi, and they never separate again.

Yan-yan, Breezy, Sabey, and Reu. The new Horsemen. This time around it’s much more … peaceful. They go to the same wealthy private school, have the same problems with parents and siblings and sleeping around and getting into fights, but there’s a noticeable ease with which they do it. It feels more natural. Fabrizio and Reudi sleep together, but for Fabrizio it’s less “I’ll do this if it’ll make you not kill yourself, oops maybe I like it but I don’t know how to handle it, can you please stop trying to kill yourself some more again please?” and more like “I’m feeling curious and you are a pretty boy so it’s easier for me to explore my questioning and oop I’ve always been in love with you.” Yanni and Sabe’s reactions are less “he is going to kill himself because of you screwing around you are destroying our friendship but we’ll accept it because if we don’t he’s going to kill himself anyway” and more like “… this is a surprising turn of events and maybe I don’t get it yet because we’re teens but as long as you don’t hurt him and destroy our friendship, mazel tov I guess?”

Through playing and Kate and Kelly helping me pick up my emotional pieces, we look back on how things were when Stacy was involved. There’s no more secret in-fighting and grudges among us. Plot lines and relationships are allowed to be explored and discussed, instead of brought up to Stacy and either vetoed or approved. We realize the entire RP no longer revolves around her character, Caspar. Because that’s how it was. Everything had related back to him. Characters and relationships and plot lines all had links back to him and how he’d react or behave in regards to them. She’d orchestrated the entire thing and I was too up her ass to notice, because I was still blinded by the idea that this person I’d always thought was an amazing writer and creative being actually wanted to talk to me and create with me. Now she’d disappeared and we were free to RP how we actually wanted.

We went HAM.

Our little fictional version of a real town became populated by SO many characters, and while the original version of the Horsemen never saw any of them truly happy as they aged, the new Horsemen are doing just fine. Yanni (Jon) is a single dad of three girls who runs a stable for show horses and is a poet in his free time. He finally meets his dream girl, Penelope, and ultimately they marry and have a son together. Sabien (Spencer) becomes the town’s pediatrician and marries his high school sweetheart, Andi, who’s loved him since he was a nearly mute chubby boy. They have four kids; a son named after Yanni’s deceased older brother, twin girls named for Fabrizio and Reudi, and lastly a son who goes deaf during toddlerhood. Fabrizio (Brendon) opens up an Italian restaurant in town where he serves his mama’s recipes, and takes on raising a son he unknowingly fathered while in high school. Reudi (Ryan) opens a tea shop and meets three other men that all share the same birth father with him, his half-brothers. He raises Fabrizio’s son with him, and eventually they get married. At some point during all this we had an Old West AU on InsaneJournal where they were all outlaw train robbers, too. That was fun.

Lmao here’s something I made in photoshop for that western AU, I was very proud of myself.

One last bit I’d like to talk about relating to our Panic! inspired RP: It’s no secret among us that Sabien is my favorite Horseman. Is it because Spencer’s cute? I mean, a little bit, sure, or it started that way. Spencer is great. But Sabey, my love runs deep for Sabey. I just love Kelly’s characterization of him, all his quirks and traits and the parts of him that change in AU’s and the parts that stay the same. During an AU of Stacy’s design, Kelly and I decided that Fabrizio and Sabien would be cousins, related on their mothers’ side, and it’s become one of our favorite decisions regarding the Horsemen, ever. Do they work as just very close and codependent best friends? Absolutely, and very well. But something about them being cousins, having that blood relation between them, makes their bond much deeper and more amazing for us. It sounds lame, and cheesy, and who cares, for sure, and also goes against that whole “this time around they chose each other” mentality that feels so great, but I make Kelly discuss it with me all the time because it’s just a special RP relationship that I adore.

Let’s get back to one more round of real life, shall we?

Real Life – So the middle of 2010 is a real mess for me after getting friend-dumped. But Kate and Kelly and RP help me. So does spending time with Nicole. We go to Philly and Atlantic City and take lots of pictures and selfies. I decide that year I’m going to go back to school. At 23/24 I go through all the stress of a 17 year old: taking my SATs again, writing essays and filling out (and paying for, what the fuck are those fees) university applications, filing for financial aid, and I even go to Chicago to visit a school. Kate meets me there with one of her friends and we explore the city, the university campus, and attend a Supernatural Convention. We are very embarrassed by the fans there. I have a photo op with Misha Collins and Jared Padalecki, who comments on my earrings, which I will never forget, le sigh.

All the while waiting for the new album from the new version of Panic!.

And then comes … a mysterious invitation …

Okay, not so much, I was just a part of Northern Downpour, the Panic! fan club, so I got an email inviting fan club members to a “secret show” at the Bowery Ballroom in NYC on February 1st, 2011, where the band would premiere new songs. I HAVE to go. New songs? At this point, “The Ballad of Mona Lisa” hadn’t even been leaked yet so I was so very thirsty for new music. From what I recall, we’re allowed to bring ONE non fan club member to the show, so I hit up Nicole and we decide to make a full trip out of it.

Now, the end of January of ‘11 saw a massive snowstorm here, from where I live down at the beach, all the way up to NYC. For some STUPID reason, I take someone’s advice to catch the train to the city (our usual mode of transportation to NYC, was $30 round trip and 2 hours each way from the closest stop) from a different train station. Someone, I don’t remember who, told me to drive up to Woodbridge, which is an hour away by car, and take the train from there into the city to save money. I DO NOT KNOW WHY I LISTENED. The NJ Transit station at Woodbridge is small. Their parking lot is tiny, and is made even tinier by the piles of snow that had been plowed from most of the lot, not all. I’m talking 5 ft tall piles of dirty snow occupying a significant number of spaces needed for parking. The lot is also full because so many people in Jersey use the trains to commute to the city. We’re running late, as I am always running late at any given time, it’s raining, and the rain is freezing as it hits the snow piles. I can’t find a spot. I’m panicking. How are we going to catch the train if we can’t park the damn car? It’s not even my car, it’s my mom’s car that has 4 wheel drive, you know, for safety because of the weather. Finally, I decide to just … park. Somewhere. Against a snow pile. But first I try to squeeze in somewhere and I put a huge scratch down the side of my mother’s Rav 4 … I can’t remember at this point if I did it by rubbing up against one of the icy snow piles or another car. I’m horrified when I finally park the car, pray I don’t get ticketed, and decide to never come clean to my mom if she sees the scratch, and we catch our train.

We spend a couple hours in the Museum of Natural History, where I take a lot of pictures of the exhibits for some reason?? and we get glared at by the old lady running the gift shop for trying on souvenir hats.

Yes, I am a fat girl in a vest.

We eat dinner at a little chain place somewhere near the museum where Nicole discovers she likes sprouts on her sandwiches, and then we head down to Bowery via the subway, which at this point in my life I have no clue how to navigate. We get out somewhere in Chinatown, in the freezing rain, and wander around, lost, until we mercifully find a traffic cop that directs us to the Bowery Ballroom, where we wait in a crowded line of freezing girls and women wrapped around the block.

We finally get in and I think the opening act starts fairly quickly. It’s Walk the Moon and holy shit, it’s fantastic. They wore white and threw neon paint around and poured it on a bunch of drums a la Blue Man Group and it was great. No idea if their live shows are still that good, but I’ve heard good things, so if you get the chance, go see them.

NOW IT’S PANIC! TIME. I’m going to be real with you, I don’t remember much about the show. I remember there was a giant wreath made of roses on the stage, off to the right. I remember them playing “Let’s Kill Tonight” (they also debuted “Nearly Witches” at this show) and thinking how different it sounded from previous Panic! stuff, but liking it. I remember Nicole and I very enthusiastically agreeing it was the best show we’d EVER been to, and it held that spot for many years after 2011. A few days after the show they mailed every fan club member a rose from the wreath that was on stage.

After a couple more “secret” shows, Panic! goes on tour to promote Vices & Virtues, and I opt not to go to any shows on that tour because I don’t like one of the opening bands, Fun. Really for no good reason. Their song “All the Pretty Girls” reminds me too much of someone else’s song, though I can never put a name to whom, and when they came on the scene initially Stacy was very into them and so … I decided I hated them. (To be fair, I decided I hated them before the friend-dumping, and I bitched so much about them when we saw them open for Paramore on the disastrous Vegas trip that I think that became one of the reasons Stacy peaced. lol.)

In May of 2011 I start hearing back from the universities I applied to. I’m rejected from Boston University while Kate is visiting me. Next I’m rejected from the University of Chicago (the school I’d visited on a trip the year before). One school left. New York University. What can I say? I had high standards for myself and after being an AP/Honors student my whole life I thought I deserved a spot at a good school. One hot day, the letter came.

Accepted to NYU Steinhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development.

From this point on my life goes crazy.

Financial aid applications. Federal loans. Private loans because I can’t afford to go any other way at my age with my income (my parents are too poor to help me). Orientation in the city. I make myself sick with nerves. Packing. Moving into a dorm for the first time. Getting a roommate. Learning to navigate the city. Using dining halls. Going to classes that are taught well and actually have weight. Feeling extraordinarily self-conscious every second of every day. Doing projects. Bonding with classmates. Dealing with the grief of my (assumedly unrequited) high school love’s death. Missing my mom. Hating my roommate. Being tired, hungry, and broke. Asking relatives to pay my bills because I can’t figure out how to have a part time job and do all my studying and homework without dying. All my papers and projects are either about my grief or the music I’ve listened to since high school that has gotten me through my dark times.

Panic! goes on a tiny tour at the end of 2011 and I think, thank christ, I need a pick-me-up, and they’re playing my home venue, Starland Ballroom, and Patrick Stump is opening to promote his solo album. I have been highly in love with Patrick since I was about 16 so I was desperate to see the show. It’s on a Friday night in November, about a week before my 25th birthday, so either I somehow managed to scrape up the cash to get a ticket, or I asked to be gifted one for my birthday, I can’t remember which, and I take the train home for the weekend, then drive up to Sayreville, and see the show alone. Seeing shows alone isn’t that fun, to be honest, but it can be done and enjoyed. I’ve had bad experiences and good experiences, and this one was definitely good. Patrick’s set was incredible and he was, as always, a total babe. I don’t remember much about Panic!’s set, except thinking to myself what a different place they were in, and I was in, too, since 2005. After the show I see a small crowd next to the venue and go over to investigate, and it’s Patrick, taking pictures and signing things. I get a picture with him, and I hug him and tell him how proud I am of him and he seems actually genuinely surprised and touched? My heart grew three sizes. I had to sit in my car for 20 minutes before I drove home just to calm down.

That last one’s just to brag, honestly. Ah, my beloved snakebites. How I miss you.

2012 happens. Nothing really goes on with Panic! except a break and working on a new album. But the insanity that is my life goes up to 11. A school specialist tells me I have a golf ball sized tumor on one of my ovaries. I have to have surgery as soon as the semester ends. I am overcome with fear, and that spikes my anxiety and depression into outer space. I stop going to class and miss most of April. I’m too ashamed to talk to my professors to explain my situation, but when I finally do, I’ve broken too many attendance rules or missed too many quizzes. I fail two of my classes because of this. My Short Stories (fall semester) and Reading of Poetry (spring semester) professor, bless her heart, reaches out to me and says the whole class is worried (she conducted her courses to be creatively intimate so there was an odd closeness among us all). We meet in Washington Square Park one afternoon and, sitting on a bench surrounded by people enjoying the spring weather, I tell her everything that’s going on. She marches me to the school’s mental health clinic and ensures I’m immediately seen. I make sure to do my final project for her course and attend the last few classes, just for her. I get an A.

The semester ends. I move out and move home. I have my surgery. I’m referred to Sloan Kettering in NYC. It’s ovarian cancer, stage 2B – the tumor had shed cancerous cells to create a patch in my peritoneum. They want me to have fertility treatments to harvest eggs because they don’t know how much of my reproductive system they will have to remove to treat me. One of my insurance providers drops me. The other doesn’t cover the fertility treatments. We have to fundraise to get the money for the fertility drugs and to cover hospital bills. I get 16 eggs frozen. I have another surgery where I lose my left ovary and fallopian tube. My doctor scoops the cancerous patch from the lining of my abdomen like she’s balling a melon. Everything is biopsied. In October I’m told I’m cancer free. My doctor literally says, “You don’t have to worry. You’re safe.” I’m wearing red jeans. I cry. Nine days later Hurricane Sandy devastates my neighborhood, my entire state. Three days after that my 16-year old brother and my father fist fight all through the house. Dad gets arrested. Mom kicks him out. We have no power or heat for 15 days. I celebrate my 26th birthday wearing a hat made out of folded newspaper. We try to do our normal family Christmas come December. It’s awful.

Here I am drinking apple juice so I can pee so the let me leave the hospital after my first surgery. I’d been awake from anesthesia for maybe a half hour at that point. That’s my teeny tiny mother next to me wearing one of my old Cobra Starship hoodies.

2013-2014 might have been the worst years of my life. My parents are separated but try to see if things will get better slowly – my mom gives my dad a rough second chance, letting him move back into the addition (built for my grandmother who passed in 2006). It’s horrible. My depression and anxiety is indescribably bad. My brother is a hurt, angry mess. My parents still fight. Ultimately, dad gets kicked out for good and divorce proceedings start. Without dad’s income, we can barely afford bills and the mortgage. I get $100 to shop for a month’s worth of groceries when my mom gets her paycheck, but it’s not enough for three people to live on, so I start going to local food pantries. We eat primarily food pantry food for months. One day I have to use change scraped out of old purses and whatever change I can find in our car just to buy a single roll of toilet paper.

Spencer leaves Panic!. Poor, sweet Spencer has been struggling this whole time with addiction, and now the only original member left is Brendon. I get … angry. I feel like now it’s Brendon’s fault. I like Dallon well enough (The Brobecks is a great band) but it’s not the same now with just those two. I know Brendon smokes weed and drinks, and I wonder why he can’t just make their upcoming tour a dry one for Spencer’s sake. Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die comes out and … it’s good. It has “This is Gospel” on it for christ’s sake. But it’s the start of a bigger change. It’s the start of the Brendon era. I’m less invested as time moves forward, partially because I miss the old Panic! and partially because my depression has gotten so bad that even music can’t save me anymore. I start hearing about creepy fans overstepping boundaries, a lot. People won’t shut up about Ryden, going so far as to bring it up to Brendon constantly. The fandom turns me off the band almost completely.

I check out Death of a Bachelor when I find out it’s been released, and it’s all right. Brendon’s voice has become more and more stunning as his career’s gone on, I won’t deny that. But I tend to only listen to “Emperor’s New Clothes,” if I’m being honest. If the song “Death of a Bachelor” comes on, I won’t turn it off, though. That’s what, 2015-2016? I’m in a different place in life, literally – we had to sell our house and move in with my mom’s then-fiancé, whom she married in the summer of 2015 – and musically. I’m still horrifically depressed and anxious and have a very hard time enjoying music, but I latch on to Pierce the Veil and, for a brief couple of months, Twenty One Pilots. I haven’t been to any of Panic!’s tours since 2011. I couldn’t afford it for a couple years and then I just don’t feel like going and only seeing Brendon. I only know about Pray for the Wicked because I hear a song on the radio. I like “Say Amen (Saturday Night)” a lot, and “High Hopes” is okay but overplayed like hell.

These days I have a Spotify playlist for traveling to and from the hospital in Philadelphia my mom spends time in while she waits for a new liver. Upon examination it’s mostly old Fall Out Boy, but Panic! at the Disco has a place on there, too. There’s bands like The Dear Hunter (check them out you will NOT be let down), Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, Four Year Strong, and one or two by various other artists I’ve picked up along the way. There’s even a few songs from the Rocketman soundtrack (Taron Egerton, you beautiful beast).

So why make this post? Why feel the need to infodump and in all honesty, who cares? My opinions on Panic! don’t matter and I’d never dare expect them to. Nobody cares about my OC’s, lol. But like any good millennial, I’m nostalgic. I miss old Panic! at the Disco. I miss the fun, I miss the chemistry, I miss the performances, I miss the feelings I had. I miss the shows, the excuses to travel, the crushes.

I miss the happiness I felt back then.

Panic! at the Disco’s very existence gave me a lot in my life. They gave me music, friends, hobbies, inspiration. I’d like the opportunity, maybe, to take my place in the fandom as a sort of elder for the current fans who are looking into Panic!’s past and finding love for them as the quartet they started as. But I don’t want the creepiness. I don’t want the speculations or theories or ships or anything like that. I just want to enjoy Panic! again.

Thank you for reading, from this old, old Panic! fan and role player.

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La collection de Haken épisode 5 : a(d)vançons plus vite !

Bonsoir à tous ! On va encore continuer avec la collection (encore deux épisodes après celui-ci et on aura fini) en bouclant la partie “portable” de la collection. Je préviens, ça va être très long, mais ce sera surtout des explications des photos (pour ceux ayant du mal et pour compenser le manque de netteté de celles-ci).

Commençons tout de suite avec une petite console qui a littéralement été une avancée pour Nintendo à sa sortie. Ayant fait suite au succès complet que fut le GameBoy Color, voici...

...le GameBoy Advance ! (ici dans sa version SP, plus petite et à clapet que la version classique) (oui, jeu de mots pourri, je vous zut). Je précise qu’il s’agit d’un des premiers modèles, et pas ceux arrivés vers sa fin de vie qui possédaient un écran meilleur que celui de base (inclus ensuite dans le GameBoy Micro). De plus, ici, vous voyez le deuxième que j’ai possédé, le premier ayant mal fini (je l’aimais, mais 10 ans après son bain dans le canal...il déconnait de + en + le pauvre). Sur la photo, vous pouvez aussi voir la pochette officielle de la console, importée du Royaume-Uni. Elle possède une place monstrueuse, vraiment utile pour ranger la console, son chargeur, et...tout ça.

Ah oui, là des jeux j’en ai pas mal. Je précise dès maintenant que je n’ai qu’un jeu en boîte, Final Fantasy I&II. Sur ce, listons tout ça :

Final Fantasy, partout. Du Tactics Advance (15€, j’en ai eu 2 car j’ai paumé une des cartouches...), du I&II (20€ complet, j’ai a-do-ré, à faire dans sa vie, simpliste mais génial) et les opus IV, V et VI. L’opus IV est présent en version commerciale (la cartouche grise), mais aussi en version Sound Restoration (la cartouche bleue) comme les V et VI. Ces modifications, en + de coûter bien moins chers que les versions du commerce, restaurent le son SNES dans les cartouches, au lieu du son mono mal compressé. Bref, des dizaines d’heures ici.

Fire Emblem et Fire Emblem Sacred Stones : j’ai déjà dit que j’aimais Fire Emblem ? J’adore Fire Emblem, c’est cool Fire Emblem, mais ils sont CHERS les Fire Emblem (30€ la cartouche). Mais foncez dessus si vous le pouvez, c’est dur (mort permanente coucou) mais excellent.

Golden Sun : chopé à 20€ au pif dans mon Cash Express. Juste en partant, j’entends derrière moi “bon ben remets le Golden Sun en rayon, tant pis”. BON BAH DEMI-TOUR HEIN.

Metroid Fusion : eu pour 15€. Je dois encore y jouer, mais j’aime bien les Metroid donc je dois le faire.

Shining Force et Shining Soul : je vais être honnête avec vous, je ne sais pas du tout ce qu’ils valent. Je les ai eus pour presque rien, c’est du Shining, j’ai dit pourquoi pas.

Super Mario World : ai-je besoin d’expliquer ?

Tales of Phantasia : trouvé dans une brocante, c’est un Tales of. Je devais le prendre, surtout à 15€.

The Legend of Zelda Four Swords : je crois qu’il n’est pas très jouables sur GBA seul...

The Legend of Zelda Minish Cap : ai-je besoin d’expliquer ?-bis

Les Sims Permis de Sortir : anomalie, vous n’avez rien vu.

Comme vous le voyez, ça en fait des jeux, et tout tient dans la pochette. Par contre, la console suivante n’a pas de pochette aussi pratique. Pour la découvrir, il faut faire un bond dans le temps. Nintendo a un gros succès avec sa Nintendo DS en 2005 (chez nous) dans le domaine des consoles portables, et RIP à ma DS Lite d’ailleurs, les charnières ayant lâché... Bref. Nintendo a exploité la console jusqu’au bout, mais à un moment, il a fallu faire une nouvelle génération, et donc trouver un nouveau gimmick. Et celui qu’ils ont trouvé n’a jamais fait l’unanimité, même si je trouve que c’est cool quand les jeux l’exploitent bien. Ce gimmick, c’est la 3D sans lunettes, et la console...

...c’est la 3DS, bien entendu ! Je la représente ici avec mes jeux DS pour une raison simple : elle fait partie du passé pour moi. Ayant peur qu’elle commence à trop être détériorée, je l’ai mise à la retraite (vous verrez sa remplaçante après) et placée sur le socle inclus dans la boîte à l’achat pour l’exposer. De ce fait, elle coule des jours heureux, car en tant que collector Ocarina of Time, je ne risque pas de la revendre de sitôt !

Sur la photo, vous pouvez voir en-dessous une boîte à 18 emplacements obtenue à l’époque sur le feu Club Nintendo, et elle est pleine oui. Voici les jeux (tous en version boîte sauf un) :

999 : Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors. Importé directement des USA (leurs boîtes sont géniales), c’est un Visual Novel génial et inquiétant. A faire, inclus désormais dans The Nonary Games sur PS4 et PC.

Advance Wars Dual Strike (DS, LOL) et Dark Conflict. Du très bon tactical-RPG, dont on attend toujours une suite d’ailleurs... Le premier a un air assez enfantin et gentil qui sert très bien le jeu, par contre le second essaie d’être trop sérieux mais n’y arrive pas, soyez prévenus.

Children of Mana : seul jeu DS ici acheté en loose. RPG auquel j’ai joué sur ma M3 DS à l’époque (donc en version pirate), et je l’avais bien aimé, du coup j’ai profité d’une bonne occasion.

Dragon Quest IX : ma porte d’entrée dans les DraQue. Il est très très bon, juste dommage que le jeu en ligne ne fonctionne plus... Il manque quelques trucs au jeu désormais.

Final Fantasy : oui, ENCORE. D’abord, le III (jamais ressorti depuis sa version NES sur console Nintendo), assez bon mais encore une fois, il va être dur de débloquer certains contenus (le job le plus connu, Chevalier Oignon, réclame l’envoi de messages via...Internet. Bordel.). Ensuite, Revenant Wings, sequel du XII que je n’ai pas encore fait (du coup, j’attends de le faire avant). Enfin, Tactics A2 qui est la suite de Tactics Advance (enfin, suite sans l’être, comme les FF classiques entre eux quoi). J’aime beaucoup les Tactics. prie encore pour un remake du Tactics PS1 sur PC

Elite Beat Agents : jeu de rythme extrêmement WTF et délirant. A faire pour bien rigoler.

Ghost Trick Fantôme Détective : excellent jeu d’enquête, quoi qu’un peu court. Jouez-y, c’est génial et c’est créé par le même mec qui a créé les Ace Attorney.

Golden Sun Obscure Aurore : suite des deux Golden Sun sur GBA. Considéré comme très moyen par les fans de la licence, à vous de voir s’il le mérite ou pas.

Hôtel Dusk Chambre 215 : VN d’enquête méconnu mais très bon.

Metroid Prime Hunters : jeu d’action sur DS. Oui, ça fait très peur, mais le jeu a quand même des arguments pour lui. Pas le meilleur Metroid 3D, mais pas un mauvais jeu.

Rhythm Paradise : wadabuda is that true ? HEY ! Je pense que c’est le plus délirant des jeux que j’ai jamais vus. Et il le fait extrêmement bien son délire.

Sonic Colours : un bon Sonic par la Sonic Team. Pas besoin d’en dire plus tellement ça devient rare.

The Legend of Zelda Spirit Tracks : sympa sans plus à mon humble avis. Pris parce que j’aime les trains, mais c’est...différent. Très différent.

The World Ends With You : génial. GENIAL. Jeu très méconnu mais pourtant une perle de la console. Espérons que le remake Switch va lui permettre d’avoir le succès qu’il mérite.

Worms Open Warfare 2 : c’est Worms, donc c’est cool.

Liste finie ? Liste finie ! Ca fait beaucoup de jeux DS tout ça, mais j’ai pris plus de temps pour faire cette collection que pour les autres... Mais elle n’arrive pas au pied de celle qui suit ! Car oui, comme la 3DS est en retraite et que j’ai des jeux DS, il faut bien une console pour les faire tourner !

Du coup, voici une New 3DS XL (ici en collector Metroid) ! Alors non, il n’est pas nécessaire de migrer sur les New 3DS si votre vieille 3DS fonctionne encore, mais dans mon cas j’avais peur de trop l’abîmer après 6 ans de bons et loyaux services. Sur la gauche, j’ai voulu inclure l’édition limitée d’un jeu DS que je n’ai pas montré avant, Endless Frontier (flemme de tout écrire). Ce jeu est à l’origine de mon premier pseudo (Haken Browning), c’est absolument génial, et même un son trop compressé n’enlève pas le fait que c’est, à mes yeux, dans le top 3 des meilleurs jeux auxquels j’ai joué de tous les temps. Du coup, ayant pu en trouver un complet, je ne pouvais pas ne pas vous le montrer.

Mais entre les deux, vous voyez peut-être les petits carrés blancs. Ce sont tous des jeux 3DS, que j’ai tous en version boîte. Oui, encore une longue liste, accrochez-vous c’est la dernière :

les Bravely (Default et Second). Gros JRPG sur la console, très hypés avant leur sortie, et ils ont déçu beaucoup de joueurs dans leurs secondes parties respectives. On verra ce que ça donne quand on s’y mettra sérieusement !

Dead or Alive Dimensions : acheté avec ma première 3DS. Jeu de baston sympa, mais la 3DS n’est pas faite pour la bastion selon moi.

Dragon Quest VII : acheté récemment sur les conseils d’une amie. Schéma narratif assez bizarre selon moi pour le moment, mais je le suis quand même avec plaisir. Par contre, la 3DS a un peu de mal avec le clipping.

Fire Emblem Awakening : cf les opus GBA, mais en moins durs (mort pas forcément définitive, plus facile en général)

Ever Oasis : profité d’une grosse promo. Encore un conseil de mon amie, pas encore essayé.

Fire Emblerm Echoes : voir Ever Oasis (et oui, j’ai mal positionné Ever Oasis sur la photo).

Kid Icarus Uprising : tombé amoureux de Palutena dès le premier trailer, j’ai acheté le Circle Pad Pro pour lui pensant qu’il serait utile, j’ai la collection des cartes presque complète (m’en manque une ;_;). Oui, je crois que je l’adore.

Monster Hunter Tri Ultimate : dépassé et de loin avec tous les MH sortis depuis, je pense que je vais pouvoir l’oublier.

Pokemon Ultra-Soleil et Pokemon X : je me suis mis à X sans y avoir joué depuis Rubis. Le choc. Mais selon plusieurs amis, il faut que je passe directement à Soleil pour avoir la quintessence des Pokemon modernes, donc voilà.

Professeur Layton vs Phoenix Wright : j’aime les deux licences, du coup l’achat était obligatoire. Et je dois être l’un des seuls à l’adorer. Rien que pour Phoenix boulanger.

Project X Zone 1 et 2 : successeur d’Endless Frontier. Est-ce que je dois donc préciser que JE LES ADORE ?!

Radiant Historia. Remake 3DS d’un jeu DS, ils osent tout chez Atlus. Apparemment assez laborieux niveau scénario, mais j’adore les voyages temporels et ce que j’ai pu tester m’a plu.

Rhythm Paradise Megamix : voir l’opus DS, rajouter l’aspect compil des meilleurs mini-jeux.

Senran Kagura Burst : boobs. Je suis comme ça oui. Et puis pour ne rien gâcher, l’aspect BTA est cool je trouve.

Super Smash Bros 3DS : ai-je besoin d’expliquer ?

Tales of the Abyss : acheté avec la première 3DS. J’ai eu du bol, car je ne l’ai plus vu en boîte ensuite. Fini, recommencé en NG+. J’ai vraiment bien aimé, même si les voix anglaises me montent à la tête.

The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time 3D : ben inclus avec la première console, ça me semble évident hein. Et ça reste un Zelda icônique quoi.

TheatRhythm Final Fantasy : excellent jeu de rythme sur les musiques FF ruiné par les tactiques commerciales de Square Enix à mon sens.

Je vais vous épargner les quelques jeux que j’ai en dématérialisé dessus, sinon une machine à venir dans un post collection risque de faire 1000 pages...

Bref, j’ai une très grosse collection chez Nintendo. Il faut dire que j’ai toujours eu plus d’affinités avec les consoles de ce constructeur, on y voit des choses que l’on ne voit pas forcément ailleurs et ça me fait plaisir. Surtout que comme vous avez pu le voir, des excellents jeux exclusifs chez eux, il y en a beaucoup !

Sur ce, je pense qu’il est plus que temps de boucler cet épisode. Il était très long, mais je voulais faire les 3 parties en une fois pour éviter de les séparer, car elles sont très liées entre elles. Le GBA n’avait pas assez de contenu pour faire un post, les DS et 3DS étaient liées, donc j’ai préféré tout faire d’un coup. Ce sera plus léger la prochaine fois, promis. On poursuivra la sortie du rétrogaming lancée ici avec des vieilles consoles récentes à jouer sur la TV...et une autre console qui, elle, laisse le choix ! Sur ce, comme d’habitude, n’hésitez pas à réagir à tout ça, et à la prochaine pour l’avant-dernier post collection !

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