I suppose it is just a trait of mine, or some result of the trauma of my life. I often find myself reliving those years, in my mind. If I did this, if I did that, if I did the other thing. I'm starting to work out the pain I've kept bottled up inside me, all the sorrow and anger and self-hatred.

I find it strange that I am one of the few who can get the body to cry, when I haven't cried in decades.

On a similar note, I've become fascinated by certain genres of music, and certain artists in particular. I am a fan of MCR (no emo jokes, please). Occassionally, you will find me humming something from the CD The Black Parade. I thought I'd share a particularly poignant song from that CD, and its lyrics.

( Cancer )

A download will be forthcoming.

I've recently been introduced to video games, and I really enjoy Team Fortress 2. Anyone here on IJ play it?

[EDIT] The game was working fine this morning. Why won't it connect to servers now?

[EDIT the Second] Whilst I was editing the entry, it connected to a server. By itself. Dear Sweet Gaia.

I have a new icon. Of me. Which I like. Stare at it. I command you.

... and of course, suddenly the History Channel says something about a "Captain Reno". This frightens and intrigues me.

Also, I had a dream last night. Imagine that. It involved Sephiroth being dressed like one of the Remnants and freaking out over his place in life. It also involved the mass production of materia. I'm not sure that it has any deep meaning besides "Vincent, you need to get a life."

[Reeve Note: He does have a life, he's just being Vincent.]

In... um... "honor" of his death day, Vincent kindly let us take pictures of him using the body.

( Pictures Under Here )

Pictures taken by me, Elena. But since this is all about Vincent, I'm using one of his icons. ^.^

As told by Vincent and transcribed by Elena.

( I'll die for love )

Troubling news has reached my ears. Since the source in question has refused to validate their sources, I can only leave it as hearsay. But let me make something perfectly clear: We do not toy with the lives of others.

My name is Vincent Hargrave Valentine, son of the scientist Grimorie Valentine. I am more my father's son than my mother's, in looks at least. He was a good man, and an excellent father, and we were as close as father and son could be. Instead of becoming an academic like the rest of my family, I rebelled and became a Turk. I was an excellent gunman, and still am.

One of my assignments was to protect a young scientist in a backwater town. Easy, I thought. Long story short, I ended up shot and ressurected like some sort of Lazarus. I was then experimented on. It wasn't who you think it was, or how you think it went. I also have utmost respect for Itachi and Milgram, respectively.

Yes, I really was that emo, for a time. Thirty years spent comatose in a casket can do a real number to you. I was also not involved in the demise of a certain... scientist. The canon is very off on these points.

I came here some time ago, along with Reeve. We're in a casual romantic relationship. I run the Muse Shelter here, and care for Valenhound... my canine counterpart. Life here is peaceful.

... I should really start thinking about Valentine's Day. Hmm.