Final Fantasy Hacktics

Ever the critic.

QuoteYou have too much rambling description before anything actually happens.

Oh Asmo, there was no plot in the story, nor was there meant to be. It's called characterization, and you can tell a story through only characterization if you wish; it is a legitimate literary technique. The fact you missed this important point makes it difficult for me to take your criticisms to heart.

Thus I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. Answer this question correctly (at least in the same ballpark) and I will take your response seriously: What was the message? Careful and patient readers will know the answer, and I am only interested in what these types of readers think. Harry Potter and Twilight fans can go fuck themselves.

FYI: The calories are only empty if they fail to bring another piece of the puzzle into the light. Admittedly my style is verbose (you nailed it in this respect), but not empty. Each paragraph carries with it importance to the overall message.

Considering that three-fourths of college students hate the literary staples they have to read in their LIT general education courses, I must weed out the useless criticism I might receive. Disliking The Great Gatsby or Frankenstein is understandable, but too many quickly dismiss it as a useless story and attempt attacks on style, pace, ect to justify their attitudes, so I must weed out improper criticism before I accept anything.

Regardless, I thank you for your feedback.

By: Nathaniel L Pillow

            And gray was his color.

            His body was thin and weak; it looked as though a thin layer of skin had been pulled over a skeleton and they were the only two ingredients used in his creation. His complexion was pale and his eyes protruded in a way that looked like they were going to fall out of his eye sockets at any moment; eyes held in place by only the deep-seeded urge to fix, to restore, to find, to live.

            Desperation was his motive.

            He sat on the edge of his bed observing his feline friend. The cat's disposition did not change as a white mouse scurried mere inches away; it's eyes were half open and no part of it's body perked up in the usual manner one might expect. Moments after the rodent had vanished the feline slithered to it's silver food bowl and started to consume. This angered and frustrated him in a way he could neither convey nor understand.

            Something within his being clicked at the sight of the cat's actions. It was the truth buried under the falsehoods and promises of a life not worth living pressing itself into his will. This caused a change in his eyes; they glossed over and all but the simplest conscious parts of his awareness was stripped away. More accurately they were burning to ashes by the blinding truth of what he was.

            He moved from his bedroom to his kitchen. His steps were lazy; his legs and feet were dragging moments behind the rest of his body; the momentum his forward-leaning body created was all that propelled him. They were half-steps in a half-life.

            He picked up a dull strip of steel, but scarcely seemed aware of it. It bounced around in his loose grip, it was but an unneeded accessory. This was no kitchen utensil, but he used it as such. Something about the unorthodox approach of using it to slice food was appealing to him; many times it took the place of his forks as well, which were hardly used at all. When company came he had always hidden this steel-strip, but he could not figure out why he felt the need to do such a thing.

            He opened his apartment door and slowly made his way down the stairs to the first floor exit. On his way he passed a fellow tenet who seemed unaware of the change that had a grip on him. He wandered into the street; plastic-metal beasts, not sufficient for hunt or companionship, raced by. There were some yells originating from both the beasts and beast-occupants as he crossed, but no swerves and no slowing of movement.

            He was surrounded by his color; he felt saturated by it, as if it was forcing itself upon him; even the sky brought the color. The rare patches of greens and browns in his city had been dulled by the overpowering grays, which sapped the energy from any available target. The survival of the remaining original trees in this place was testament to their strength; even when mixed with the fake greenery unnaturally implanted into the earth the originals stood out and beckoned to him; he was not fooled by superficial appearances.

            He finished crossing the street and paused for a moment at one of these original trees. He contemplated carving his name into it. How he longed to take his steel and imbed his name in the trunk. Eventually he suppressed his urge to defile this survivor and moved on, but the urge would again bubble up to the surface soon enough.

            He continued in the same direction, cutting a straight path through the city. He knew not of his destination, only that he had one. Above him a confused Black Vulture circled; this young bird had left it's wake to stalk. Every couple of city blocks it would swoop down as if feeding, but would always return to the high skies after coming within inches; upon this return it would always let out a curious squawk. This cycle repeated itself all the way to city's edge.
           
            And green was her color.

            Her body was healthy and plump, reminiscent of the central figure in Botticelli's The Birth of Venus. Her long golden locks were restrained by a ribbon at the back of her neck. The sunlight was out in full force and bounced off her hair with an angelic aura. The tank top she usually wore while working outside revealed a single word tattooed across her upper back: Verticordia.

            Peace was her motive.

            She was on her knees in their garden pulling the moist dirt up from it's seclusion to replace the dry, dulled dirt that occupied the surface. The earthy smell filled her nostrils and she enjoyed the scent. The perspiration on her exposed arms, legs, and face turned the dirt accumulated on these places to mud. Sweat rolled off her nose and into the ground beneath her. The dirt swallowed up her offering and a piece of herself went with it. She was not concerned about losing a part of herself to this place, for it always returned to her in due time.

            She felt at home here more than anywhere else she had been in her life. A quaint cottage sat on top of a slight hill squashed between an untouched forest and an untouched mesic prairie. Just inside the forest was a brook barely six feet wide.

            She heard rustling in the grass nearby and turned to investigate. A feline approached her with a gray mass in it's mouth, she knew it immediately to be dead mouse. The cat stopped a foot away from her and dropped it's catch, then proceeded to purr affectionately and rub up against her leg. She responded with a smile and affection of her own. The cat returned to it's catch, picked it back up and turned to her as if offering to share. After no response from it's owner the cat hopped back into the secluded grass to feast.

            It was midday and she was expecting her feathered friend to show up soon. A small pile of bird seed sat on top of a post that was part of the fence that surrounded her home. Sure enough the Turtle Dove appeared and flew right to it's lunch. She stopped her gardening and focused the whole of her attention on this visitor. A complacent smile overtook her soft lips when the bird chirped thankfully at her. She often wondered if this friend knew when she was happy or sad, tired or energetic. She knew when it had a good day or a bad one. Sometimes it's feathers were ruffled from a daring escape from danger. Sometimes they were smooth from a comfortable day of lounging. Always they radiated life.

            Her male, human companion emerged from the forest with fish and vegetation in tow. It was not lack of monetary wealth that made them eat such things, simply the preference of their taste buds. He briefly went inside their home and reemerged without the various items he was carrying with him. He spoke something to her about a quick trip into the nearby city and she responded with the typical pleasantries exchanged between lovers. Their last interaction was of the sort every pair of lovers hope for: Calm, peaceful, happy. The coming incidents happened so fast these were the last feelings he had a chance to experience.
           
            And his color changed from gray to red.

            He did not notice the commotion at city's edge until he was right on top of it. A plastic-metal beast had struck the male companion and splattered a deep shade of red all over the immediate area. The man did not feel sad or mournful, in fact he felt nothing at all. The motionless body was occupying the attention of everyone nearby, so they did not notice his static face or steel-accessory. The Black Vulture who had been following the man perched itself upon the murderous beast. It saw the feast down below and it's stalking ended there. If it could have conversed in language it surely would have thanked the man for leading it to this treasure.

            "Another dead luddite," he mumbled, and where there was once one lifeless body, there was now two.

            He continued down the path laid out before him. Shortly outside the city he was exposed to the warmth of the sun for the first time in his life. His whole existence felt like a waking limb and this brought him considerable pain. Suddenly emotion crept into him again; he was afraid, confused, and lost. These feelings sank into his bones and he felt distant panic from somewhere within himself, yet he continued onward.

            He came to the mesic prairie and crossed it. Shortly afterwards he was face-to-face with her. In that moment he was the creature in his hovel, looking through the chink upon the cottagers, forever longing to join their group but ultimately barred from doing so. His grip on the steel-strip tightened and the urge returned.

            "Another dead luddite," he mumbled, and where there was once two lifeless bodies, there was now three.

I heard HP desktops suck ass, but I don't know about their laptops. $600 isn't bad for that I suppose.

This is a big ewwww though: Play games and enhance multimedia with the Intel Graphics Media Accelerator X3100

I have a much better GFX card, but only a 1.6 duo and 2 GB ram, you got a 2 with 3 GB ram. I paid like $500 for mine like a year ago. You can find some good deals on refurbished Dells sometimes.

used as lubrication

Quoteif this entire site groups up to work on ONE MASSIVE project that gets REAL attention (and we could)

Tell me again why we don't just do this?

If I get to snap some photos they'll be on this site and this site only. We're far enough off the beaten path. Intelligence is the key gentlemen.


Is 1.3 done yet Arch? God damn, I got some free time before summer classes start. Need to get my FFH fix yo.

That is all.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Yes.... Keep the progress up while I'm gone. =X

QuoteThe biggest problem is finding just an ISO to edit, I have bin, ccd, etc, but those don't seem to be what everyone is saying I need to use it.

The BIN file should be a couple hundred megs, that's the ISO we're talking about. If you have a CUE file or some other kind that'll be what you wanna open up in CDMage so it can auto-detect the CD type.

QuoteI extract the SCU or whatever it's called file from the FFT CDMage.

I'd use FFTPatcher, change some things around just to see if it worked, then I tried to put the SCU file back as it says in various FAQS~ But when I drag and drop it does not go back/overwrite. There are also no importing commands in CDMage, so I'm stuck.

Don't rip out the SCUS file. Hit new patch in FFTPatcher and then after you're done editing just patch the BIN directly through FFTPatcher, it can do that. Look around the options and you should see what I'm talking about. I recommend you have two ISOs: One clean one and one you're editing. That way if you wanna do a fresh start you can delete the edited one and recopy the clean one. Don't forget you can save your FFTPatcher changes in a separate file so you can recall them later without pulling them directly out of your edited ISO.

Unless there's a new version of FFTPatcher out and we do it differently now?

QuoteBroken / stolen items can be bought back at Fur Shop
BATTLE.BIN
0x126470 change 00000000 to 224E0508

Wow, they keep getting cooler. Raz has mad skillz.

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QuoteQuote:
Defend Up innate all
BATTLE.BIN
0x11F2E6 change 0x40 to 0x20

Magic Defend Up innate all
BATTLE.BIN
0x11F336 change 0x40 to 0x20

Is there a way to make it enemies only?

Be creative, give it a JP cost/% in the patcher and then set it so that it has to be hit on you to learn it--the way the Zodiac summon works, but you'd need to put it into the skillsets for jobs you want it to be associated with. It might work, I haven't looked at the patcher in forever.

http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episod ... eId=220533

Heyas, just droppin' in to say watch this.

QuoteEither way I'd like to request, if you have the time for it, 3 formula changes. ^_^
1E --> Dmg_(PA*Y) #Hit_(Rdm {1,X})
1F --> Dmg_F(MA*Y) #Hit_(Rdm {1,X})
5C or 5D --> 100% Cast spell Indexed As Status NS EDIT

QuoteMay i ask for a special 100% status hit heal formula ?

I would want to have a add : Death Sentence afther a heal thecnique for a Blood Knight ability.

Any Heal formula but 35 can do, thanks, if possible.

QuoteQuestion: If Knight Swords are changed from (100*PA)*WP to just a PA*WP formula, will that enable poaching again?

I wouldn't be surprised if it was a separate calculation.

I have many hobbies, typically something has to give when I philosophize. There are things due, and philosophy drains a lot of my intellectual capacity.


Thy FFT hobby, you shan't be forgotten; dusky winds will bring thyself here once again in futures time. Light load on thy summer days, the warm summer winds will send me direction if nothing else lends me its platform to travel.

I downloaded it and have used it numerous times. =P

lol

Jersey County in Illinois, not New Jersey. Although, as shitty as New Jersey is I'd rather be there then the midwest. Bleh.

QuoteWas this girl crazy, too?

Self-centered, lazy, unemployed, unempathetic towards other people, and a raging alcoholic, but not clinically crazy.

http://www.thetelegraph.com/news/county ... unday.html

QuoteA former Jersey County man is in custody and his stepfather dead after an apparent quarrel led to a weekend stabbing near Freeport, Ill.

Joey M. Clark (also known as Joey Douglas) 32, is charged with first-degree murder of his stepfather, Kenneth Douglas, 51. Both men were formerly from the Joywood area near Elsah in Jersey County.

I shit you not, I was in a relationship for 7 years with this girl named Steph. Ken is her biological father, and Joey is her older brother.

I left her about 2 and a half years ago. Glad I did too, there's no doubt in my mind I would have been right in the middle of this bullshit had I stayed with her.

QuoteThat just affects the cloths?

Yeah, just cloths.

QuoteSince you have designated space to put new code, is it possible to add new formulas in the empty spots on the list?

Empty spots? You mean like 18, 19, 46, ect? I don't know. I've never set an ability to one of them to see what happens. It's a good question that I don't have an answer to at the moment.

Quote1E --> Dmg_(PA*Y) #Hit_(Rdm {1,X})
1F --> Dmg_F(MA*Y) #Hit_(Rdm {1,X})
5C --> Dmg_[Weapon] 100% Cast spell Indexed As Status NS

The first two shouldn't pose much of a problem. The third, well, if I can piggyback off 02 and find an easy way to change the percentage without altering 02 that should be easy as well, but if I have to write a bunch of new code it'll probably take me awhile.

It'll be awhile until I can get to 'em though, I got a couple other things I have to do (or, well, attempt), and I wouldn't be surprised if one of them ate up two or three days. The first two look pretty easy though, I could probably bang 'em out before Tuesday rolls along.

QuoteInstruments & Books (((PA+MA)/2)*WP) ---> (MA*WP)

Bags (Axe Formula) --->(PA*WP)

Cloths ((((PA+MA)/2)*WP) ---> (Axe Formula)

Done.

QuoteSeeing this thread being bumped a lot recently made me think of something regarding the "doesn't take enemy's faith into account" hack: Doesn't that kind of screw over Innocent status?

Yea, you can't hide from magical attacks using innocence, you can't roll a bunch of units with low faith and expect it to do some good either. Faith is like brave now, the higher the better. Eventually I'd like to put some time into changing some reactions like Counter Magic to be based on faith rather then brave.

QuoteMay I suggest some evasion changes?
1 - Job's Class Evade affecting both physical and magical evasion.
2 - Job's Class Evade working against side attacks. (i.e. not only frontal)

Like skip said, Zodiac already did 2, but 1 isn't such a bad idea. I'll look into it after I finish up Vanya's and Asmo's requests.

Areas to write NEW code. It is entirely possible that more then one of us may be altering preexisting code.

Possible, but highly unlikely.