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Geomancer SSCC

Started by Mari, February 04, 2020, 05:49:07 pm

Mari

Some of yall may or may not remember, about 10 years ago I started a geomancer SSCC. I ended up getting stuck in UBS in one of the levels, because I was a bit underleveled.
Im restarting this again! its been a while but I've been playing a lot again and I thought I'd give it another shot.
Im gonna be uploading at least one video a day. possibly more.

Come check it out if you wanna see how I fare this time! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC6-01dlwLY_lugQaVxtOkEmWVtk3thKG


I changed Ramza's sprite but he is still completely functionally the same!
Playing at 200% speed, no commentary.

I'm using 3 ASM hacks on this run!
1) Disable Music
2) Second Party Not Required
3) Learning skills from crystals disabled

I chose to use disable music because I'm playing at 200% speed and music sounds weird.
I did second party not required so I can keep all the special characters in my party and still be able to do the battles completely alone. I did this so I can attempt the special battles as well.
I got rid of learning skills from crystals because I wanted to streamline it. 99.9% of the time the SSCC will deny my learning skills anyways.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.