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Preview – Xenoblade Chronicles – The First Success Of Operation Rainfall

by Jake ValentineFebruary 29, 2012

Here’s the reaction many Nintendo Wii owning JRPG fans had when Nintendo of America announced it was bringing Xenoblade Chronicles to North America:

I mean, can you blame them? Here’s a system, and arguably an entire console generation, that was dying for a breakout JRPG in the states. Here you have Monolith Soft, makers of Xenosaga and the incredibly niche Baten Kaitos, creating one of the highest reviews JRPGs this entire generation and Nintendo of America wasn’t bringing it stateside until the fan movement known as Operation Rainfall. Sure, we’ve had our fair share of Western RPGs (Elder Scrolls series, Mass Effect series), but quite frankly they’re not the same, any RPG enthusiast will tell you this. So what is it about Xenoblade Chronicles that makes it so remarkable?

We begin with the setting: on the back of a titan.

No, I’m not kidding.

The game’s lore says that in the beginning, amidst a vast endless ocean, there were two titans engaged in battle: Bionis and Michonis. Their battle went on for so long that eventually their lifeless bodies became still and after eons had passed, life began to grow on both titans: humanoid civilizations on Bionis and the Mechons, you guessed it, Michonis, and as we all know, peace never lasts forever, so the Mechons invaded and attempted to take over the world and the fate of humanity is in the hands of an orphan boy with a special sword. Okay, we can’t escape the cliche stories of a JRPG, but doesn’t that make the genre more fun?

My point is this: the game’s world is huge. Developers have gone on record saying that the land mass of Bionis rivals that of an MMORPG, comparing it to the size of the entire Japan. Based off of what we’ve seen so far from the game, we can whole-heartedly agree; there’s a lot to explore in Xenoblade Chronicles and the world offers some gorgeous visuals and fantastic art direction, the latter is needed to make up for the lack of horsepower the Wii has to offer. Even better is that the obvious creativity and imagination that went into the art design and environment didn’t stop there; despite the typical JRPG cliche’s that the genre will never escape, Monolith Soft has decided to make the game a bit more…modern. Xenoblade Chronicles is non-linear, has no save points, no silly returning to quest givers once you’re done with their tasks, and no typical gameplay issues that plague the genre. Even the standard “magical weapon has powers” cliche is refreshing. Our hero, Shulk, wields a weapon known as the Monado, which allows him to see the future. This has two uses: first, it promises to help frame the plot to deal with Shulk’s struggles to change the future and how he copes with what’s about to happen, and second, it sets forth a precedent for the game’s battles.

Like most JRPGs, the battle system isn’t 100% real time. Players can move characters close enough to enemies to do auto attacks, but they’ll need to use careful positioning, tactics, and timing as you queue up your special attacks. On paper it sounds similar to combat in an MMORPG, but then we get to add in the Monado’s ability to see the future: you’re warned about a devastating and possible party-wiping attack. While it runs the risk of getting old, it’ll no doubt require some quick thinking to change your strategy on the fly and is something I can’t wait to try out.

It seems like Monolith Soft is going out of their way to ensure a traditional JRPG can be enhanced with more modern game mechanics, encouraging exploration of its massive world and offering tactical battles. The American voice cast hasn’t really been heard from much and we remember how awful some of the voice talent was in the last big game released stateside from Monolith Soft (Baten Kaitos), so there is still plenty of concern there. Regardless, there’s a lot to look forward to for JRPG fans come April 6th.

 

About The Author
Jake Valentine
Jake Valentine
Born in Boston, residing in Cincinnati, and playing far too much Magic: the Gathering.
  • Thora

    Interesting point of view.

  • panteraclaw

    OMG

  • V.Tiger

    OMG

  • back2back

    Great news!

  • kairiii

    THIS IS SO AWESOME!!

  • kairiii

    Great developers behind this

  • rephiwas

    I love this game~

  • panteraclaw

    Im sure you had fun writing this article eh? 😉

  • sammiguan

    This looks pretty cool.

  • rephiwas

    Damn ! Never trust nothing but the best.

  • Benjamin.Mira

    Bout time Nintendo!

  • panteraclaw

    This genre needs something new.

  • 3raser

    I miss playing Xenosaga =(

  • kairiii

    Thanks for the post.

  • Skary.Larry

    Personally hoping that Pandora’s Tower will come stateside.

  • Cpt.Mctavish

    Thanks for the preview!

  • Skary.Larry

    Great news!

  • CookieRaider

    LMAO, I remember Baten Kaitos’ card system.

  • Cpt.Mctavish

    The wait’s almost over!

  • josh steinbach

    Hi all,

    Let me know what you think.

    I welcome all useful advice.

    Thanks,

    Paul

    Familiar Strangers

    Soft nevertheless morning light.
    A platform, bracketed by two rails.
    Upon which, acquainted strangers stand.
    Never conversing, or sharing laughter,
    Professional attire. Fits and ties.
    Immobile, like monoliths of sorrow,
    All minding their very own business.

    Lost within their introspective thoughts,
    They wait. Their existence suspended.
    Obedient fragility, longing for tenderness.
    Next eight hours, stark practicality-
    Dead lines, minutes, and costs.
    A horn blasts, wheels clatter,
    Neck and shoulder muscular tissues tighten.

    Six conjoined oblong silver carriages,
    Screech to a halt.
    Metallic factual female voice broadcasts
    Destination, time, identical every day
    Instruction not required
    They embark.
    Seating themselves,
    Without a word.
    Travelling towards the industrial heart.

  • Fernnd Botelho

    I’m a college college student just performing this for the fun of it because I enjoy writing, but like any very good author I Am always seeking for good, constructive feedback. If you don’t brain sparing a couple of moments of your time I’d enjoy it greatly! This Is an excerpt of the particular tale I Am wanting feedback on. (It’s a fan-fiction offshoot of a Halo: Get To kind story line, not concentrating on the primary characters of the game)

    The sky is even now partially filled with thick, darkish clouds that block out some of the early morning light. On the horizon the dim opalescent purple outline of an huge covenant provider ship in orbit juts out above the distant mountains, dwarfing them with its unfathomable size. Flashes of distant explosions mild up the peaks. Far below is a long, narrow, twisting ravine, reducing its way via the hills from the crater that used to be Command Center Nine. The Falcon banks challenging in sudden turbulence, the rotors straining with the bodyweight of the sudden tilt and the pilot grunts in focus as he functions at the controls, leveling the tiny craft out.
    Seated on a single facet of the open passenger bay, a Spartan, small by their standards, leans over the edge for a greater view. If he survived, she thinks, he would have headed by way of there. She turns to her companion seated on the other facet of the craft and details down, indicating a trail. The other warrior, a tank of a gentleman even for a Spartan, gives her a short, sharp nod.
    “Take us down and adhere to that ravine! Don’t get as well reduced though; there could nevertheless be hostiles in the area.”
    The pilot nods his head and gently but swiftly lowers their altitude right up until they have a good, obvious watch of the slim canyon beneath them. They follow its winding path, looking for any sign of existence and so far, viewing none. It goes on like this for a while until finally they see a clearing in advance of them.
    “Commander, I have smoke at two o’clock, could be the lacking pelican.” The pilot says.
    “I see it too, circle it.”
    The Falcon financial institutions to the correct and comes up to the aspect of what is obviously a crash site. A thin path of smoke rises from the surrounding location but there are no flames. They circle about it and get a small closer. A blackened, torn up wing sticks out of the earth and a unusual angle, like some variety of monolith. There’s no doubt about it, this is the misplaced ship. The commander notices peculiar designs lying around the ship.
    “Bring us down.”
    They get closer and specifics turn into clearer. The shapes are bodies, covenant bodies. 5 jackals and a slight Elite lie lifeless in the mud, two of them showing the tell-tale symptoms of taking sniper rounds through the head. He’s been by way of right here for confident the commander thinks. The Falcon’s landing skids touch ground about twenty feet from the crash site, sinking a little in the gentle earth.
    “Erik, remain with the ship, preserve a sharp eye. I’m likely to have a search around.”
    “Yes Ma’am.” The hulking soldier replies. He grabs his assault rifle and hops out of the Falcon.
    The Commander’s feet sink a small in the mud as she strategies the scene. This implies he’ll have left tracks. As she gets nearer she notices the distinctive odor of loss of life encompassing the area. The crew are probably buried in the rest of the ship, there’s no way they survived. As for the little covenant force, she sees they’ve been obliterated. A smile touches the corner of her lips. He usually was quickly she thinks. The jackals have been torn apart by assault rifle fire, other than for a single whose skull is crushed in. She measures more than the dead entire body and scans what’s left of the Pelican’s insides; empty. Just as suspected she finds a route of significant boot-prints top away from the crash internet site and towards the much end of the valley. He ought to have gone into the mountains. She switches on her radio.
    “I received a trail, seems like he’s headed to the mountain pass.”
    The pilot’s voice crackles a minor bit in her ears. “Scans present there’s a village up not as well significantly up the face. Could be he’s headed there.”
    “It’s a start, let’s move.”
    Moments afterwards she and Erik are seated in the Falcon again, leaving the valley far below and behind. Ahead of them looms an massive peak, reaching significantly into the sky to the clouds. The terrain seems treacherous, ravines and cliff faces everywhere, all carved from the identical sharp, unforgiving stone. Snow drifts around the top, capping the peak in white. The Commander looks at the display screen on her wrist-com. 10 hrs to go.
    “Alright people, we have right up until nightfall to locate him. Soon After that, planetwide evac is in effect for all UNSC personnel. Let’s get our gentleman and get out of here.”

  • Michelle

    I Am a university university student just undertaking this for the exciting of it since I adore writing, but like any good author I’m always searching for good, constructive feedback. If you will not mind sparing a number of moments of your time I Would value it greatly! This Is an excerpt of the particular story I’m wanting feedback on. (It’s a fan-fiction offshoot of a Halo: Achieve kind tale line, not focusing on the major characters of the game)

    The sky is nevertheless partially stuffed with thick, darkish clouds that block out some of the early early morning light. On the horizon the dim opalescent purple define of an tremendous covenant provider ship in orbit juts out over the distant mountains, dwarfing them with its unfathomable size. Flashes of distant explosions mild up the peaks. Significantly beneath is a long, narrow, twisting ravine, cutting its way by way of the hills from the crater that used to be Command Center Nine. The Falcon banks tough in sudden turbulence, the rotors straining with the bodyweight of the sudden tilt and the pilot grunts in focus as he functions at the controls, leveling the little craft out.
    Seated on one particular aspect of the open passenger bay, a Spartan, small by their standards, leans in excess of the edge for a far better view. If he survived, she thinks, he would have headed via there. She turns to her companion seated on the other side of the craft and factors down, indicating a trail. The other warrior, a tank of a guy even for a Spartan, provides her a short, sharp nod.
    “Take us down and adhere to that ravine! Don’t get as well very low though; there could even now be hostiles in the area.”
    The pilot nods his head and gently but rapidly lowers their altitude right up until they have a good, clear see of the slim canyon under them. They adhere to its winding path, searching for any signal of lifestyle and so far, seeing none. It goes on like this for a although right up until they see a clearing ahead of them.
    “Commander, I have smoke at two o’clock, could be the missing pelican.” The pilot says.
    “I see it too, circle it.”
    The Falcon banking institutions to the correct and comes up to the aspect of what is certainly a crash site. A thin trail of smoke rises from the encompassing location but there are no flames. They circle all around it and get a small closer. A blackened, torn up wing sticks out of the earth and a strange angle, like some kind of monolith. There’s no doubt about it, this is the missing ship. The commander notices strange designs lying all around the ship.
    “Bring us down.”
    They get closer and facts turn out to be clearer. The shapes are bodies, covenant bodies. Five jackals and a slight Elite lie dead in the mud, two of them exhibiting the tell-tale indicators of taking sniper rounds by means of the head. He’s been through here for sure the commander thinks. The Falcon’s landing skids touch floor about 20 feet from the crash site, sinking a little in the delicate earth.
    “Erik, remain with the ship, maintain a sharp eye. I’m heading to have a search around.”
    “Yes Ma’am.” The hulking soldier replies. He grabs his assault rifle and hops out of the Falcon.
    The Commander’s feet sink a little in the mud as she approaches the scene. This implies he’ll have left tracks. As she gets closer she notices the distinctive odor of demise encompassing the area. The crew are likely buried in the rest of the ship, there’s no way they survived. As for the small covenant force, she sees they’ve been obliterated. A smile touches the corner of her lips. He always was fast she thinks. The jackals have been torn aside by assault rifle fire, except for one whose skull is crushed in. She actions in excess of the dead entire body and scans what’s still left of the Pelican’s insides; empty. Just as suspected she finds a path of large boot-prints leading away from the crash internet site and in the direction of the much stop of the valley. He need to have gone into the mountains. She switches on her radio.
    “I got a trail, appears like he’s headed to the mountain pass.”
    The pilot’s voice crackles a tiny bit in her ears. “Scans show there’s a village up not as well much up the face. Could be he’s headed there.”
    “It’s a start, let’s move.”
    Moments later she and Erik are seated in the Falcon again, leaving the valley far beneath and behind. In Advance of them looms an tremendous peak, reaching far into the sky to the clouds. The terrain appears treacherous, ravines and cliff faces everywhere, all carved from the same sharp, unforgiving stone. Snow drifts near the top, capping the peak in white. The Commander seems at the display on her wrist-com. Ten hours to go.
    “Alright people, we have till nightfall to uncover him. Following that, planetwide evac is in effect for all UNSC personnel. Let’s get our guy and get out of here.”

  • Saundra Jarvie

    Hi all,

    Let me know what you think.

    I welcome all valuable advice.

    Thanks,

    Paul

    Familiar Strangers

    Soft even now early morning light.
    A platform, bracketed by two rails.
    Upon which, familiar strangers stand.
    Never conversing, or sharing laughter,
    Professional attire. Fits and ties.
    Immobile, like monoliths of sorrow,
    All minding their individual business.

    Lost in their introspective thoughts,
    They wait. Their daily life suspended.
    Obedient fragility, longing for tenderness.
    Next 8 hours, stark practicality-
    Dead lines, minutes, and costs.
    A horn blasts, wheels clatter,
    Neck and shoulder muscular tissues tighten.

    Six conjoined oblong silver carriages,
    Screech to a halt.
    Metallic factual female voice broadcasts
    Destination, time, very same every day
    Instruction not required
    They embark.
    Seating themselves,
    Without a word.
    Travelling in direction of the industrial heart.

  • Marcie Thach

    I Am a college student just performing this for the entertaining of it simply because I enjoy writing, but like any great author I’m usually hunting for good, constructive feedback. If you don’t mind sparing a number of moments of your time I Would appreciate it greatly! Here Is an excerpt of the distinct story I Am wanting feedback on. (It’s a fan-fiction offshoot of a Halo: Attain type story line, not concentrating on the primary characters of the game)

    The sky is nonetheless partially filled with thick, dark clouds that block out some of the early morning light. On the horizon the dim opalescent purple define of an tremendous covenant carrier ship in orbit juts out over the distant mountains, dwarfing them with its unfathomable size. Flashes of distant explosions mild up the peaks. Far below is a long, narrow, twisting ravine, reducing its way via the hills from the crater that employed to be Command Center Nine. The Falcon financial institutions tough in sudden turbulence, the rotors straining with the fat of the sudden tilt and the pilot grunts in focus as he performs at the controls, leveling the modest craft out.
    Seated on one facet of the open up passenger bay, a Spartan, small by their standards, leans over the edge for a much better view. If he survived, she thinks, he would have headed by way of there. She turns to her companion seated on the other facet of the craft and points down, indicating a trail. The other warrior, a tank of a guy even for a Spartan, provides her a short, sharp nod.
    “Take us down and follow that ravine! Don’t get also lower though; there could still be hostiles in the area.”
    The pilot nods his head and gently but speedily lowers their altitude right up until they have a good, clear see of the slim canyon under them. They follow its winding path, browsing for any signal of life and so far, viewing none. It goes on like this for a whilst till they see a clearing forward of them.
    “Commander, I have smoke at two o’clock, could be the lacking pelican.” The pilot says.
    “I see it too, circle it.”
    The Falcon banking institutions to the appropriate and comes up to the side of what is naturally a crash site. A thin path of smoke rises from the bordering location but there are no flames. They circle all around it and get a tiny closer. A blackened, torn up wing sticks out of the earth and a strange angle, like some sort of monolith. There’s no doubt about it, this is the missing ship. The commander notices peculiar styles lying all around the ship.
    “Bring us down.”
    They get nearer and particulars turn out to be clearer. The styles are bodies, covenant bodies. Five jackals and a small Elite lie lifeless in the mud, two of them displaying the tell-tale symptoms of using sniper rounds by means of the head. He’s been by way of right here for certain the commander thinks. The Falcon’s landing skids touch floor about twenty ft from the crash site, sinking a minor in the gentle earth.
    “Erik, keep with the ship, hold a sharp eye. I’m likely to have a seem around.”
    “Yes Ma’am.” The hulking soldier replies. He grabs his assault rifle and hops out of the Falcon.
    The Commander’s feet sink a minor in the mud as she approaches the scene. This indicates he’ll have still left tracks. As she gets closer she notices the unique odor of loss of life encompassing the area. The crew are probable buried in the rest of the ship, there’s no way they survived. As for the modest covenant force, she sees they’ve been obliterated. A smile touches the corner of her lips. He usually was quickly she thinks. The jackals have been torn aside by assault rifle fire, other than for one particular whose skull is crushed in. She steps more than the dead physique and scans what’s left of the Pelican’s insides; empty. Just as suspected she finds a path of huge boot-prints top away from the crash web site and towards the much stop of the valley. He ought to have gone into the mountains. She switches on her radio.
    “I got a trail, appears like he’s headed to the mountain pass.”
    The pilot’s voice crackles a minor bit in her ears. “Scans display there’s a village up not also much up the face. Could be he’s headed there.”
    “It’s a start, let’s move.”
    Moments later she and Erik are seated in the Falcon again, leaving the valley much beneath and behind. Ahead of them looms an huge peak, reaching much into the sky to the clouds. The terrain seems treacherous, ravines and cliff faces everywhere, all carved from the identical sharp, unforgiving stone. Snow drifts near the top, capping the peak in white. The Commander seems to be at the display screen on her wrist-com. Ten hours to go.
    “Alright people, we have right up until nightfall to discover him. Soon After that, planetwide evac is in influence for all UNSC personnel. Let’s get our guy and get out of here.”

  • Oilers

    Hi all,

    Let me know what you think.

    I welcome all helpful advice.

    Thanks,

    Paul

    Familiar Strangers

    Soft still morning light.
    A platform, bracketed by two rails.
    Upon which, familiar strangers stand.
    Never conversing, or sharing laughter,
    Professional attire. Suits and ties.
    Immobile, like monoliths of sorrow,
    All minding their own business.

    Lost within their introspective thoughts,
    They wait. Their life suspended.
    Obedient fragility, longing for tenderness.
    Next eight hours, stark practicality-
    Dead lines, minutes, and costs.
    A horn blasts, wheels clatter,
    Neck and shoulder muscles tighten.

    Six conjoined oblong silver carriages,
    Screech to a halt.
    Metallic factual female voice broadcasts
    Destination, time, same every day
    Instruction not required
    They embark.
    Seating themselves,
    Without a word.
    Travelling towards the commercial heart.

  • cardskid22

    We have a hot water heater. The kind with hot copper pipes that run through the house. Every time I take a shower I like to take them long and luxurious. I keep the water running till the tub fills, then I drain it out and usually get out when it’s half drained. The hot water rarely lasts this long.

    It’s a single knob faucet. How far do I turn it towards “hot” to make the water last the longest?

  • Salam

    How hot is too hot for a Golden Retrievers to be outside in the summer?
    Specifically, more for talking her out for her daily walks or exercise.

  • David

    It’s supposed to be impossible for someone to get electrocuted by touching power lines as long as they’re not grounded, so how did hot hot air balloon manage it? Was it a discharge of static, or could it have been caused by touching two lines simultaneously?

  • Adam

    I am planning on serving 200+ people hot chocolate and want to come up with the easiest and most inexpensive way to prepare the hot chocolate. I have 2 large perc. coffee pots – has any one tried filling a percalor with hot water & mixing containers of dry hot chocolate mix? What about Nestle hot chocolate syrup. Thanks in advance for any ideas!

  • Malcolm Hudson

    Our water is not hot enough for more than one shower and want to increase the temperature.
    Sorry, by my question i meant what was recommended for the people using the shower…i didn’t mean what was safe for the actual hot water heater ^_^;; hehe

  • zigg3ns

    I can’t even enjoy myself in the shower because the hot water runs out after about 10 minutes, then I’m left there to freeze. I’m used to taking 30 minute hot soothing showers! I just got out of the shower and was only to shave one leg because it got too cold. Does this mean I have a crappy hot water heater or what?

  • Jack Bauer

    How many different combinations of hot dogs can I make?
    I make hot dogs. I have 12 different toppings.Including a plain hotdog how many different types of hot dogs can I make?

  • thexbox360player

    Does a hot plate maintain a specific temperature? How do you operate a hot plate?

  • Gabriel Kenney

    The Bathroom Faucet valve on the Hot water suplly line is stuck and needs replaced.
    My water heater has a shut off valve on the cold water intake side but not on the hot water going out side.
    Would I just shut the cold side off on the heater and run some hot water to stop the flow of hot water thru the house?

  • RuMKilleR

    Eating hot food makes me feel hot and sweaty so I drink some cold icey coke to cool me down. Will it make me sick?

  • Scorch Delta-62

    A bath is filled up with hot water, say 42 degrees C. A volume of cold water is added, taking the temperature down to 38 degrees C.

    As a proportion of the water that is already in the bath, how much hot water (42 degrees C) will be needed to bring the whole bath back up to 42 degrees C.

    If you could show your working and explain any laws you are using that would be great.

  • easton j

    I’m 16 years old and a beginning writer, be gentle heh heh

    As Seen Through the Lens

    I rolled out of bed, the view was nice, central park…slightly frosted from the cold. I moaned out my complaints of early morning grog as I shuffled towards my closet wardrobe to pick out today’s outfit. Stylish, but snug as well to keep out the cold that seemed to have consumed New York City this early morning. I slipped on my shoes and grabbed a cold slice of pizza from the fridge as well as my camera on my desk and head out the door. Today was my trip to the country. The car port was a mass spiral and platforms of cars towering over me. I sighed and cursed under my breath as I dread the oncoming walk and treasure hunt to find my car. I pulled out my keys and clicked the wakeup button on the pad and was responded to happily by my awaiting car as it stood now silent in a spot I overlooked moments ago. I climbed in and enduringly proceeded with my routine examine of my car for missing items; thievery was sadly common in New York and I wasn’t about to take any chances.

    I pulled out of the maze of cars and head down the road towards the exit of town but not of course before being bombarded by the steady stream of traffic that was New York. After what seemed like forever I finally made it through and was on my way down the highway. Not sure an exact location I was bound for I just improvised and let my heart take me to the nature. I only get a chance to take these shots once a year and the greeting card companies were sure to hound me for them eventually as Thanksgiving neared.

    The scenic adventure down the road was quite unique to say the least. The leaves of the trees were a spectacular array of color ranging from a deep red, a glorious orange, and an utmost luminescent yellow. I felt a warm glow from my childhood car rides through the country stir within me and brought a much welcome and needed smile to my face as I whizzed down the street steadily observing my surroundings, and the road of course. I finally arrived at the secluded meadow I was apparently destined to be drawn to. I unlatched and grabbed my camera as I exited my car and inhaled a sharp gasp. Knowing mostly only the city my entire life the open nature was mysterious and beautiful to me. I couldn’t help but be captivated by its glory and spectacular view. I could only imagine the scene at night with the moon illuminating the tops of the trees accented by the sparkling stars. I snapped a few shots of the area before me and proceeded to adventure into the waiting forest to admire its splendor. The fresh foliage and soft grass accented the what seemed like ancient wooden monoliths rooted into the grand with a fiery collage of fire nestled upon their limbs. I wandered about, not sure of direction but still aware of where I’ve been and where I ha vent, and luckily I remembered the position of my car. My camera clicked relentlessly as I captured the beauty held before my lens. The pictures though seemed to do little justice to the amazing mural held before my eyes. The few hours rolled by in what seemed like minutes and the fatigue from walking hit me like a brick wall. I packed up my supplies and head towards my car.

    I set out to the open road again during what was now the late afternoon.
    ‘’how did the time fly so fast?’’ I wondered to myself aloud. It felt like only moments I was honored by the nature showing itself to me but in reality it was much longer a trip. I kept a steady pace on the road as my eyes scanned the nearby hotels contemplating staying the night for not wanting to deal with the hectic new York traffic. The childhood memories of my parents taking me on similar trips flooded back to me and made me feel exceptionally good inside. I realized how much I was missing of the spirit of our earth as I spent my days socializing with assorted people day by day in this concrete jungle of towering buildings suffocating me. I kept going down the road pondering with myself these newfound mysteries I have been encumbered in now. At last I decided that I needed this more often, I had grown sad and lonely inside and the outdoors made me feel alive again….’’I think I’ll make this a regular trip’’ I spoke aloud to myself with a smile and kept going.