Hour 20

Wow, back on track.  You see a couple posts ago?  I got cocky.  Final Fantasy does not abide by that shit, and I was administered a fate-punch in the junk of destiny.  This is why Alex does so well in these games; it is because of his humble demeanor.

Anyway, I brought down that fool Seymour with some well-placed hellfire delivered by Bunk the Firelord.  Yeah, I've named all my Aeons after characters from HBO's The Wire, what's it to you?  And now I'm... in a desert or something?  I've been nodding off a little bit, but have somehow been continuing to play so now I'm not really sure how I got here.  But no matter.  I'm sure there's still plenty of mana spheres to collect and floating eyes to throw blitzballs at.

Special note in light of that last sentence: I'll be 27 next month.

Is it this whole generation that is incapable of aging with any dignity whatsoever, or just those I choose to associate with?  Discuss.