So I actually went nuts and said "WORDS" to Sai, and actuallyactually thought that she would give me nice words for five-year-olds to nod and say I understand.

Well I was frickin' wrong.

Here we go because in the unwritten rules of memes, once you ask, you can't give them back. Oh dammit.

Sephiroth: The man is a silver-haired, Masamune-wielding God of all things unholy and polluted because one look and you frickin' fall for him. Now the saddest thing is that I started with Crisis Core and that was when he was nice, and lo and behold, I got myself into a fandom where not only was my one-true-beloved first love was not the bloody blond-haired main character, he was the frickin' villain. Sephiroth is a nice enough name for a kickass character who always ends up in one of the top few positions for Hottest Villain of the Year but I will never forgive Squeenix for giving us young whelps the chance to go gaga over him only to realise he was freakin' evil.

He starts out as your General, and before your Yaoi mind start to click into motion (because you weren't polluted then), you decide to write damned Mary Sue fics about him. Wrong move a la n00b. Then when you realise you've just mutilated one of the best developed evil assholes in the history of RPG gaming, and you find out that the best done Sephiroth fics are YAOI. YAOI. What is the world coming to?

He was the reason I got into yaoi, and boy, I wish I hadn't it was the best thing that ever happened to me. (remember, Sai gave me this. YOU EVIL YAOI QUEEN PANDA.)

Home: Home for me is a white-wall structure with a roof and nicely done wooden floors. The kitchen is like a sci-fi movie set, white marble and absolutely kickass because everything gleams and blinds you as a good morning when you stumble in for breakfast. Home also means ANTS.

When you have a sister that regularly splurts "ant wisdom"s as her Facebook status, you know something has gone wrong in your household. The worst thing is that, it's frickin logical. She goes on regular campaigns against the ants who practically outnumber my sad amount of family members 50 million to one. My bed crawls with the things. My mum can't cook without having one free hand to smack them into the white tabletop. And when your meme was actually "Home" instead of "What Your Home is Infested With", writing about ants means that your house is going to be under attack from the little buggers in the next five minutes.

Wish me luck.

School: This is the one place that I have absolutely nothing to talk about. It's school. The thing I hate-loath-absolutely-abhor because my teachers act holier-than-thou and my friends are all smarter. than. me. It is an unfair death camp with too much homework and too little holidays. It makes me sick thinking about it.

And the whole thing about getting to know my now-wife from there, and a whole lot of intensely hilarious and highly intellectual people? That only just balances things out so I'll get out of my bed tomorrow morning and go to the damn place.

FFVII: The thing that changed my life. I won't even begin to say how much. I started to write fanfiction seriously because of it. I started to love people that weren't even real. I met a whole generation of salivating-Dissidia-wait-ers from a place named GA because of it. It took my life away and made me one of your average teens stuck behind their computer because they haven't the necessary brain capacity to do anything else during their holidays.

It's a game about a blond-haired twat with an emo problem teaming up with a well-endowed chick who only just scrapes past Mary-Sue because she's actually canon, a black guy with a prosthetic gun hand (which I want, to be perfectly honest), a robot that talks with an accent piloted by a Lynn-proclaimed-hot fifty-year-old nerd with a goatee (that your uncle likes, apparently) and -- deep breath goes here -- a fast-talking airship pilot, a black-haired vampiric twat with a bigger emo problem and a ninja who is kickass.

It makes everyone between 3 and a hundred go fanatically wild about the prospects of beating up bad guys who look exceptionally good looking (refer to word 1). It makes a certain group of unnamed people called fang_rls (censored to protect identity of course) write horrific fanfiction and another group of unnamed people called snar_ers (censored again) go after them for their crimes to humanity.

It is the start-all and end-all of RPG gaming and, frankly, the best thing in the world next to family, friends and a little thing called fanfiction.net.

LUBE: I don't know what that is. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you because that would mean that a certain group of unnamed individuals called G_nesis Aw_rds polluted me so badly over the I_C that I actually can look at that word without my brain going buh-zoink.

BUH-ihateyouzeropunctuation-ZOINK.