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#also official review: fucking gross but not as gross as i anticipated
tirednotflirting · 2 years
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just had a lot of fun trying to be vague while explaining the plot of the movie i went to see last night to the machine shop guy who is apparently more conservative than i thought. the movie i saw last night was bones and all.
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lovelymiral · 2 years
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The game was initially slated for a Spring 2013 release and there were even posters printed saying this but was actually released in the northern hemisphere Fall the same year. The original edition was officially announced on October 25th, 2011 the game's first trailer was released on November 2nd, 2011. Versions For further details on each version of Grand Theft Auto V, see #Editions The game sold 11,210,000 copies and grossed $800,000,000 on its first day of release, setting many records, and eventually making $1,000,000,000 within 3 days of the game's release. Grand Theft Auto V was released to universal acclaim, holding scores of 96 and above on MetaCritic and GameRankings, as well as receiving perfect scores from over 30 reviewers. Optionally, players are also able to purchase access to Grand Theft Auto V as an add-on for the standalone versions of Grand Theft Auto Online.Īs one of the most eagerly-awaited video game titles to be released in 2013, the game was widely anticipated prior to its release.
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A further "expanded and enhanced" version for the PlayStation 5 and Xbox Series X|S released on March 15, 2022. The Xbox One and PlayStation 4 "enhanced" versions were released on November 18th, 2014, and was later released on April 14th, 2015, for the PC. The original edition was released on September 17th, 2013, for the Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3. It is the fifteenth instalment in the Grand Theft Auto series and the fifth game title in the HD Universe of the series. Grand Theft Auto V (also known as Grand Theft Auto Five, GTA 5, GTAV, and Grand Theft Auto V: Story Mode ) is a video game developed by Rockstar North. government and the entertainment industry, they must pull off a series of dangerous heists to survive in a ruthless city in which they can trust nobody, least of all each other.
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To their credit however, it was extremely generous of them to offer full refunds to any dissatisfied customers in the form of a free copy of Grand Theft Auto V on whatever platform they choose.”Īs of press time, when asked if they’d corrected their controversial crunch culture that was highly publicized during the release of Red Dead Redemption 2, Rockstar announced that Grand Theft Auto V would be coming to the Nintendo Switch next year.“ When a young street hustler, a retired bank robber and a terrifying psychopath find themselves entangled with some of the most frightening and deranged elements of the criminal underworld, the U.S. “So my fear is that them revisiting their catalog and it going horribly, horribly wrong will be enough fuel for them to focus solely on that goddamned game for another decade. “They have a magnificent ability to just make up some bullshit and then start believing it themselves,” said A.C. Many in the media allege that this reaction is par for the course for Rockstar. Not more fucking GTA 5! It’s one of the best games I’ve ever played, and also I hate it now.” Noire, Manhunt, or Midnight Club, I don’t know. Do something else, anything else! Maybe something to do with Bully, Max Payne, L.A. “We lobby for this stuff, get excited when it’s announced, buy it the day it comes out, and then when our valid criticisms are aired we’re just told more news about Grand Theft Auto V ? I’ve had two marriages since that game was released. “Wait, that’s their takeaway from all this?” said Mel Ankov, a longtime fan of the Grand Theft Auto series. Gamers all over felt that Rockstar was misinterpreting the recent trilogy’s reception and manipulating the narrative to serve their desires. We’ve even put Six on the backburner for now.” We hear you loud and clear: just Five stuff from here on out. We tried shaking up our formula and paying attention to something else, and everyone got really mad at us. It just proves what we’ve known for years players aren’t interested in the classics they played growing up, or even single player DLC that can extend the narrative campaign. “They’re not interested in these new versions of San Andreas and Vice City. “The people have spoken, and we’ve heard them,” said Sam Houser, president of Rockstar Games. NEW YORK - Following the controversial and critical release of Grand Theft Auto: The Trilogy, Rockstar Games has pledged to only release new versions of their 2013 smash hit Grand Theft Auto V moving forward as a publisher.
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liberty-flight · 6 years
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Breathing Onto Embers
@the-flame-and-hawks-eye guess who’s your secret santa?
Shay did you like the clue I left in your inbox? lmao
I noticed you like turning Riza into an egg. 
This is only the first chapter. I have a few other planned out. Still no solid plot but more snippets of moments from this AU.
So enjoy egg!Riza. Oh and young!royai in the beginning.
Premise of this AU for everyone else: Everyone has a “alternate” form that’s a mythical creature. Riza is a phoenix, Roy is a dragon. Others are not relevant atm.
“I have a question.”
Riza pauses her reading, interested immediately in what the question may be. He sounds hesitant and it makes her curious.
The peaceful afternoon studying across the table in the library had been slow and comfortable. She had just gotten up to bring them a snack when he had spoken. 
It was the first time either of them had talked in over twenty minutes, each of then engrossed in their own reading.
Roy had been her father’s apprentice for years now, and she thought of him more as her friend more than her father’s student. Most of the time.
“A question for me, I’m assuming,” she responds dryly, a smile edging onto her face.
“You assume correctly,” Roy is quick to reply, amused smile softening his hesitance.
Riza raises her eyebrows in question as the silence stretches.
Roy fidgets in his chair before looking down at the book opened in front of him, fingers running along a paragraph she’s not at an angle to read.
“I’ve been reading about phoenixes…”
She isn’t surprised to hear that, she has been reading up on his form as well, however she’s curious to hear the question that has apparently arisen from his reading.
“I’m not sure if it’s a personal question is all,” Roy prefaces the question,  giving her an apologetic shrug as their eye meet. “Or if you’d know the answer.”
She doesn’t reply, waiting to hear what the question is. She tries to think of the most intrusive question she can imagine but can only think of grooming habits which, while not exactly a matter for the general public, wouldn’t be out of place between friends….She thinks. It depends, Riza guesses.
She feels nervous despite herself, bracing for any awkward questions or answers.
“How does being reborn work?” Roy asks, eyebrows coming together in earnest confusion. “There isn’t much about it the books I’ve been reading, but it’s what phoenixes are most known for. It seems…strange.”
Riza feels her tense anticipation melt away in an instant. Of course that was what he wanted to know.
“I don’t know much, it doesn’t happen often,” Riza admits, watching as Roy’s confusion deepens.
“Really?”
She hums, nodding her head and retaking her seat across from him.
“Really. It’s actually pretty rare,” she shrugs, “I don’t really know any other phoenixes, but I think so.”
“This book says ‘reborn from the ashes’,” Roy says, eyeing the book in front of him. Riza looks and sees an illustration of a red bird emerging from a glowing golden egg, wings spread in triumph.
It brings a small smile to her face.
“I do know that’s not right,” she says, reaching over to point at the picture.
“What?”
“When it happens the person won’t be fully grown. They just hatched, so they’re chicks.”
“You turn into a baby?” Roy asks, incredulous and nearly sounding concerned.
“No,” she corrects, amused by the way Roy’s eyes narrow in suspicion and thought. “I said ‘chick’, they’re alternate form is young. The human form stays the same age, except healed of injuries. You can’t turn back into a human until you grow up enough in your bird form, but I think it doesn’t take as long as actually growing up.”
“I would hope so,” Roy mutters, looking back at the book again. “So…the ‘ash’ part…?”
“Egg, not ashes,” Riza replies. “But there is probably ash left over from when you turn into an egg, and ashes and other flammable and warm things are good nests. Maybe that’s what it means.”
“Why is it rare? Besides the trouble it is to be an egg again.”
“Because it’s really dangerous. If someone tries to do that they’re probably going to die, because of how risky it is you could die anyways from just trying. It’s putting out your Fire, and that’s usually deadly.”
Roy knew enough about a phoenix’s fire to understand that.  It was the reason Riza didn’t like rain very much. In young phoenixes even rain could be dangerous if they were out in their bird forms. And if Riza was any indication even in their human forms it could make them susceptible to illness.
If it went out then the phoenix died.
“Usually?”
“Always. Except when trying to be reborn. Then our Fire is put out, it’s why it’s so deadly. All that’s left is our Spark.”
“Never heard of it,” Roy admits.
“I guess if our Fire is like breathing then our Spark is like our heartbeat,” Riza said slowly, testing the comparison. “I don’t know how to explain it. The Spark is the Fire’s beginning, there can be a spark and no fire, but not the other way around.”
“Like an ember.”
“Yes, like that. Once it dies…we can’t come back. No matter what.”
There was a moment of silence as Roy digested the heavy statement.
He was lost in thought, contemplating the illustration in front of him, until Riza spoke again.
“Why would that be a personal question?”
“It’s death?” Roy says, unsure.  He was embarrassed now. “Some people don’t like to talk about it, or it’s rude. And it’s also a…health thing, I guess. I don’t know, I wanted to be safe.”
It’s sweet, Riza thinks. And a little funny.
“I think molting is a bit more personal,” she reasons.
Roy flushes at the mention of it but tries to keep his expression blank.
He didn’t care what Riza said, her feathers were pretty and to see stray bright plumes around the house was nothing compared to the patches of scales he was prone to leave behind.  His scales were gross like that, in his opinion.
“Most people will never have to try to go through being reborn,” Riza says, bringing his out of his thoughts of embarrassing scales. “If you have to try then something already went badly. Bad enough that the risk is worth it.”
Riza bites at her thumb nail, eyes focused somewhere in the middle distance as she falls silent. Roy wonders what she’s thinking, almost asks but decides that the hint of sadness in the lines of her expression are enough of a warning to steer clear of the subject.
“Well, thanks for explaining, Riza.”
She smiles in response, and Roy returns it.
It was a mistake.
A stupid one.
And the mistakes of a commanding officer too often got soldiers killed.
She had warned him, that was the worst part.
It wasn’t as if he’d ignored her, wasn’t as if he hadn’t taken what she’d said into account. He had, Roy wasn’t so impressed with his own strategic genius as to ignore others when they spoke, especially not his lieutenant. She was his right hand for a reason, he trusted her to take command in the event that he couldn’t.
He had taken her concerns into consideration, had decided to move forward anyways.
He didn’t care that an official review of his orders had found him blameless. He didn’t care what anyone said.
He had made the wrong call and someone had gotten hurt.
It was always a risk, they were soldiers and soldiers got hurt. Soldiers died following orders from their superiors. Dying in your uniform wasn’t an unrealistic thing for them to expect, Roy knew that.
It didn’t matter though, none of it mattered.
He’d fucked up. To make it worse he should be the one in the hospital, he should’ve been the one bleeding to death, the one with a wound on his heart.
“This would have happened anyways, sir,” Havoc stated, interrupting his thoughts.
“Maybe,” he agreed, taking in the smell of cigarette smoke.
Entertaining his morbid thoughts outside of the hospital’s main building Roy is too tired to be surprised that Havoc had found him here. He’s even less surprised that the second lieutenant would use his vice as an excuse to stay.
“Can’t smoke inside,” the man had explained, flipping open his lighter.
It didn’t explain why he had chosen this side of the building to smoke at, but Roy didn’t have the energy to snap at him for it.
It had been over a week since the mission gone awry, over a week since she’d been admitted into the hospital.
Today they were expecting her to wake, they had stabilized her enough to try to coax her into a life saving procedure.
It was in the nature of the Phoenix to be reborn in the face of death, but it was a balancing act that required careful monitoring.
Most of all they had to stabilize her first. Death was so much faster than even fire, even with her nature it had been close. Too close.
The second bullet compounded with the infection proved to much, had she been anyone else….anything else, she might have already been dead.
She might still be dead, he quickly amended, hating himself.
“No wonder they kicked you out, you’re smoking too.”
Once again snapped from his thoughts Roy glared at his subordinate. He couldn’t deny the trail of ashy smoke escaping his mouth and nose, it burned his sinuses and the back of his throat felt raw. His eyes stung from the smoke, now that he’d taken notice of it.
He hadn’t noticed.
His smoke was different than a cigarette’s. It smelled (and tasted) strongly of sulfur, and was harder to ignore than a cigarette’s milder scent.
Roy was still angry. At himself, at the criminals, at the hospital for asking him to ‘please calm yourself.’
That was his subordinate they were taking care of, his lieutenant. She was his-!
“Colonel.”
More firm this time, even Havoc was losing patience with him. Doubtless the other man was tense and agitated as well, this situation was easy on none of them.
“If you calm down, they’ll let you back in,” Havoc noted dryly, Roy even thought he could detect an underlining hint of impatience.
He probably wanted to be inside, but had decided to follow his wayward temperamental Colonel outside instead.
Admittedly it was what she would want. They both knew that.
“What’s going on in there?” He asked instead of replying.
“Same thing. Waiting,” Havoc took a moment to take a drag, the end of his cigarette glowing bright, “…they called in next of kin.”
“The General,” Roy clarified.
“Rebecca,” Havoc corrected, “but she called him, yeah.”
Right, Grumman wasn’t on Riza’s official records as next of kin even if he should be. He realizes he never asked when Riza had put down Catalina. Had it been when she was deployed to Ishval? At that point in her life she would have had no one else…
“They’ll most likely be here soon,” Havoc continued, “and wonder where Hawkeye’s commanding officer disappeared to,” he finished pointedly.
Roy clenched his teeth, tasting ash and feeling too long teeth try to fit themselves into his mouth.
“Fine,” he spat, turning to march back inside.
He ignored Havoc extinguishing his cigarette behind him.
 Maybe he had been outside longer than he’d realized. Catalina and Grumman were both already there. In a turn of what he expected the general was in civilian dress and Catalina was in uniform.
He was his civvies as well, but it was still a surprise.
“Mustang,” Grumman sounded tired when he greeted him but not angry.
Roy nodded in acknowledgement, turning to face Catalina. He braced himself.
From the moment he’d entered the room he had felt her glare, a chilling dagger aimed at the side of his head.
They’d had a strange tolerance that sometimes warmed to friendliness  with each other, but sometimes it regressed to outright hostility. Riza had claimed that they were too headstrong to get along without problems.
Havoc had, more accurately in Roy’s opinion, said that they were too competitive and protective of Riza (and her attention) to get along.
She said nothing, dark blue eyes glaring holes into him until she looked away without a word.
He almost said something, but couldn’t find the words. He was too angry, too worried, to think of what to say. If he tried he doesn’t doubt he’d start an argument and the last thing they needed was a scene in the hospital.
He might not have liked Catalina all the time, but he did like what she did for his subordinate. As long as he’d known Riza she’d never had a friend like Catalina, one that could almost be a sister. Family that was outwardly protective and loving, fierce in her affection, was something Riza had never had. Roy appreciated that more than anything.
Even now he and Grumman were put to shame in the presence of Catalina, their quiet muted affections for Riza seemed terribly halfhearted in comparison.
Grumman who was not even listed as kin, Mustang who had put her in the hospital in the first place. Both of them superior officers who kept Riza at an arm’s length unless in the most private of venues.
Roy spared a moment for another mental kick to himself for his stupidity and thoughtlessness.
The thought was reinforced in the next moments.
“Rebecca Catalina?”
Every head snapped up to stare at the nurse who had approached them.
The woman in question sprang to her feet in response.
The nurse spoke to Catalina in hushed tones, Roy couldn’t make out the words. His heart was pounding against his ribs, the anxiety was painful.
Rebecca turned to address them, tense but not distraught. Roy felt himself relax an iota at the sight.
“She’s awake and Riza agreed to try,” a moment of hesitation before continuing, quieter and more anxious, “…they figure the infection might get worse at this rate, so this could be the best time. She’s as strong as she’s going to get.”
“Can we see her?” The question left his mouth the moment Catalina had stopped speaking.
The nod he received in response was all the permission he needed.
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