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The Sands of Time: Prologue"The Sands of Time"PrologueI've heard legends of that person.How he plunged into enemy territory.How he saved his homeland.I've heard legends of that personof how he traveled the breadth of the land,reducing all he touched to rubble.I've heard legends of that personI've heard legends of that person.Revered by many - I too revere him.Feared by many - I too fear him.Now that personstands at my side.Very slowly and tentatively the youth crouched to pick up his goggles that had fallen to the ground sometime in the night. He closed his fingers around the worn leather, only to gasp out in pain and quickly let go as his muscles tightened and his hand jerked uncontrollably. Without a moment's pause he glanced up, fearing his outburst had woken the dormant ottsel.No - Daxter hadn't moved at all. Sleeping steadily his dangling ears twitched occasionally; a survival trait picked up from too much time spe
FreeI want to grab onto the tail of a shooting star so I can fly away and never come back.To explode into light and color than start all over again.I wish to soar.I want to be the ocean, to roll in and out in waves. To glow in the moonlight and fade with the sun.I want to be free.I want to soar away from here, to be free of the burden I have- you have -given myself. To leave behind the loneliness that fills my core.You are the tears threatening to spill, the words caught in the back of my throat. You are that little part of me- hope -that dies every time you look away and say nothing, nothing at all.I want to run away, and never come back. To have a new life, one without hurt and loss, and being told I'm someone I'm not.I'm not you, I'll never be you. I'll never push away the ones I love because I'm afraid. Afraid of feeling something, anything but the emptiness associated with loss.I'll never be you.Never draw so deep within myself that no one knows who I am anymore. So deep tha
Jak 3: Banishment"For heedless acts and crime against the city, you are hereby banished to the Wasteland, for life."Thank you, oh Grand Council Members for your wise words of wisdom and bull-shittery.You know, it's funny that no matter how many times I repeat those words in my head they still manage to piss the hell out of me.Heedless acts? Oh wait, do you mean saving your pathetic asses from the psychotic Metalheads?Crimes against the city? How about getting rid of that bastard, Praxis and killing the Mar damned Metalhead leader myself, with my own two freaking hands?No? Guess not.Okay then.I let out a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves before I go Dark and kill everyone on this freaking transport - besides Ashelin, it's not like it's her fault I'm banished. Although if I was Governess of HavenCity I'd have gotten rid of the Council a while ago. Just saying.But if I do decide to go on a killing spree, I'll save Count Veger for last and make sure his death is slow. And painful. And full