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Are you kidding? Iron maiden rocks, and although I don't listen to much slayer, that might change after listening to that song. The last one was pretty good as well, but I've heard better.

Try these on for size:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSsRt_1l740&feature=fvsr
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0pYWGjECLE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TB_D6jIqDf0

Ow...that hurt my ears...try something like this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qqe0GdUpJHs&feature=relmfu

Or, better yet, this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?annotation_id=annotation_78634&feature=iv&src_vid=ipzR9bhei_o&v=ATbMw6X3T40

I have been away for far too long...

@Durza...thanks for the glitches, I'll try this out as soon as I can, thanks. However this might take some time, as my copy of the games seems to be continually vanishing. Until then, I'll add them as untested.

@zman - I can't really test this out in GS1 as my copy stopped working, but I think Role and Leaf are right...hacked games are unpredictable in terms of possible bugs.

Thank you so much for posting, I had thought that this list had died. if anyone wants to check the validity of the glitches, I would really appreciate it, since I can't do it at the moment. I will get to it eventually, but validity is always a top priority of the list.

If you want some info on the Shift Glitch, see the General Golden Sun Glitch List.

Post any ones you don't see and feel free to use any that you do.

If you use spirit sense on Chalice when controlling Sveta at the end of the game, she thinks: "If we could get our hands on that ('that' being the umbra gear), we won't have to be afraid of the light anymore." ...or something to that effect.

Perhaps this fear of light could be a motive, at least for starting the eclipse. It still doesn't explain why they would end it, as they suggest they would have done "when the time [was] right."

Everyone knows that sadistic manipulative blowhards say that they're nice guys so that they can stick their knife deeper into your back when they betray you.


...But I'm sure you're not like that, right?

Things get dark in this one, so I'll warn you now. If you don't like surreal horror, this might not be for you.

That being said, I present Part Two of Dreams of Heathens.

Kicking and biting, I tried to break away from the man holding me. As we continued upwards, I felt as if I was losing something, something I'd always had, always taken for granted. The only time I had felt this before was when I was at sea, and even then it was a fleeting tremor, nothing in comparison to the destructive quakes I felt now.  In response to this feeling, I renewed my struggles, trying to summon the Psynergy necessary to free myself.  My attempts were wild, lacking the stability of mind needed for proper manipulation of the elements. I was trying to call power from the soil, the rocks, the trees, everything that I had left behind on the ground.

My struggles were met with no sound, no amused voice, just a sudden feeling of drowsiness, a feeling of falling-no we were flying, flying into the dark. I was in that darkness for what felt like a long time, it pressed on me from all sides and I rested in it, feeling safe from the sky and the stars, from dreams of masked men and from madness. It felt like a long time, but it ended all too soon.

The first thing I felt was the grass pressing against my face,  grass and the dull roar of water falling in the distance. I slowly opened my eyes. Sol hung low in the sky, and beneath it sat Arcanus, staring into his palm with an expression that looked so different from his usual self-assured ambivalence that it took me a moment to be sure it was not a distortion of his image that my mind had somehow formed. His face was filled with apprehension bordering on fear. He looked at me, and his face changed suddenly and completely into the arrogant Alex that I knew. I knew that the other look I had seen was the first glimpse I had managed to get under his mask. The smiling face stood still and silent and I realized that he wanted me to speak first.

"Uh...," I began, not used to taking initiative in a conversation. My voice was steady and strong, which surprised me for a moment. I realized that Alex must have given me food and drink while I slept. It made so little sense, all of these things...hadn't I been fighting him? I might as well get some answers, "...Why am I still alive?"

"You are alive because you are the hammer that will smash the pillar that upholds my enemy."

Bastard. I'd be lucky if he told me anything. Whatever he wants with me, it's bound to be bad, I'd better start looking an opportunity to escape. Let's see...if I'm going to escape, I'm going to need to know..."Where are we?"

   "This place has no name. It didn't exist until a couple of years ago. It's a small island, not yet in the sea."

Not yet in the sea? What could-...no...please don't let it be. I leapt to my feet and started running. Arcanus made no move to stop me, but returned his gaze to whatever was in his hand.

All was grass around me; there was not a single tree. After a hundred yards, I saw it. The edge of the island, a sudden drop off into the mist far below, the dull roar of Gaia Falls in the distance filled my head, blotting out thought and feeling, protecting me from the despair that would fling me into the mist and the emptiness. I stood at the edge in silence, trying to put off thinking for as long as I could, so only fragments of thought drifted through my mind.

   Alex looked scared back there. The falls are so far-...no, focus on Alex. I've never seen him frightened before. Not even when he caused the eclipse. What would scare the man who fearlessly instigated a disaster like that?

The sound of Arcanus walking towards me brought my line of thought to ground, and shook off most of the numbness. I could see what he had been looking at in his open hand, a small crystal filled with a small amount of crimson liquid. He stared at it without a word, until I once again felt compelled to speak,

"What is that thing?" I asked, pointing to the crystal.

"This?" Alex asked, eyes widening with his smile, "This is a special item I got from a tribe in central Gondowan. It's the key element in the trial that occurs right before the appointment of a new high priest. When one bites down on the outer shell, it breaks apart and begins to absorb trace amounts of one's Psynergy and take on the physical aspects of the person's mind, essentially forming a very temporary copy of their identity. At the same time, the special substance inside is released, and begins to work almost immediately. When ingested, it drastically alters the mind, causing the entire web of memories, thoughts, and feelings that make up the sense of self to break down and disperse. In addition to being used by high priests, crippled warriors also drink it in a suicide ritual. The experience is described as an assimilation of everything. Even as your mind is being destroyed, the Psynergy stored in the crystals is leaking out and circulating through the body, replacing the broken web strand by strand. It breaks you apart and puts you together using the true essence of who you are." He was breathing heavily by the time he finished, and all the while he never stopped staring at the crystal.

"You're going to give that to me." It wasn't a question. I knew then that I was going to kill Alex the moment I had the chance. I couldn't let him torture me, or anyone else. Who did he think he was, trying to force someone else to break down?

"Yes."

"So you want to break me down and build me up." I decided that, before I killed him, I would feed the crystal to him so he could feel what he was imposing on me.

"No. I want to break you down and build a twisted Idol in its place. You see, the energy rebuilding you won't be your essence, it'll be mine."

Before I could comprehend his last statement, Alex tossed the crystal in his mouth and bit down, his face contorting in what could have been agony, or ecstasy. I stepped towards him, intent on destroying him before he revealed any other surprises. As my fingers neared his neck, Arcanus' eyes flashed and I found myself bound in a telekinetic vise.  He looked at me and there was something in his eye I couldn't identify, then he thrust his face into mine. Too shocked to struggle, I didn't resist as his tongue shoved segments of crystal covered in the crimson down my throat. Breaking away, he held my jaw and nose shut until I swallowed, then released me so I could crumple, coughing, to the ground.

A giggle burst from his lips as he watched me, his smile tearing his face in two.

"I've experienced this once before and now we will experience it together." He declared before another fit of laughter forced itself out of him.

"You think so? Well, ### you," I growled, then shoved my fingers down my throat, inducing a wave of nausea.

While I convulsed on the verge of vomiting Arcanus placed his hand on my elbow and shoved the remainder of my hand into my mouth. I jerked in surprise as my teeth tore bloody trenches in my hand and my fingernails stabbed the back of my throat. I writhed and twisted as my throat twitched and violently protested the invasion, but Alex's slim fingers were unstoppable as he steadily forced my hand farther down my throat. My heaving redoubled as bile leapt into my throat, around my hand, and into my nose, cutting off my tortured breaths completely. I looked at him, trying to find some hint of mercy, but found his face contorted into a grimace of rage without restraint.

"Don't you ### me!" Alex shrieked, "I'll break you! I'll ### you! I'll show you! I'll show all Weyard! I'll show you what I've seen!"

I was dying. Faintness competed with the pain for control of my mind. Tears streamed from my eyes, mixing with the sweat, blood, and bile that dripped from my chin. I was falling towards the darkness, reaching to embrace its warm security and womb-like protection, then the world seized me once again when my arm was torn from my mouth. I Gasped for breath as I vomited, taking in as much vomit as air into my lungs, crying as life forced itself upon me.

"Shh...I know how you feel," Alex murmured, suddenly and completely tranquil "I know it hurts, but things can get better. I know-" he broke off and began to sob. Whatever that crystal had in it, it had taken effect on Alex. How long before it started on me? I heaved once again, then staggered to my feet and looked around.

Thousands of gears ground through millennia of stagnation and once-golden walls bathed in the blood of the emergency lights. There was a blue haired man crying on the ground, and I wanted to tell him how much he looked like his father.

Dreams of Heathens, A Golden Sun: Dark Dawn fanfiction

Part 1

The sound of thousands of gears grinding through millennia of unused reverberated through the chamber. Emergency lights flashed, staining the walls with their blood-red hue. The man looked right into my eyes; I could see both the calm, sky blue iris and the eye wrapped in shadow behind the mask. A slight smile danced on his lips and I knew exactly what he wanted to say to me.

"You look just like your father."

   I opened my eyes, taking in the silence of the campsite, the cool night breeze flowing over the fields. The remnants of the dream, the memory, clung to my fingertips, wisps of smoke from the dying campfire. That man, Arcanus, Alex, had been wandering my dreams since I saw him last atop the Apollo lens. It must have some meaning. I remember my father's numerous tales of prophesies in dreams, and of Ivan, who's destiny had been set since the prophesy that occurred in his infancy. If these dreams hinted at the future, their secret eluded me, hiding behind the mask, behind the half smile.

   This line of thought was foolish. Dreams and visions were the tools of Jupiter, airheaded foolishness easily dispelled by one whose feet were planted firmly in the ground. To cement this idea in my head, I decided that the best way to commune with the earth would be walking upon it, so I carefully stepped over the inert forms of Tyrell and Karis and walked into the night. At first, I meant only to wander aimlessly and reassure myself, but the cool caress of grass on my feet filled me with a desire to watch something grow.

   Walking over to an oak bent with age, I placed a hand on its trunk and filled it with my mind. There was a creaking sigh of relief that permeated through the tree as the tendrils of my Psynergy rushed through it, reaching from root to leaf. With several sharp cracks, the old oak lifted from its defeated stoop and stood tall, unwavering in the wind. After inspecting my work carefully, I turned to leave, but was momentarily frozen by the sight of the figure behind me.

"You look just like your father," said Arcanus "I've wanted to talk to you for some time, but I could never seem to get you on your own."

My hand automatically danced to my waist, groping for the sword that lay beside my sleeping mat. I cursed my thoughtlessness and settled for launching a barrage of stone spires at him.

   "Now now," Alex whispered "there's no need for you to fight."

How had he gotten behind me so quickly? Even after all of the battles I had fought, I was powerless, cornered in a single move. No, I wasn't finished yet, I couldn't let him scare me.
The grass at Arcanus' feet erupted into a writhing sea of thorn-covered vines. They sprung up and waved their spiked limbs wildly, searching for a target that was no longer there. I spun on the spot, trying desperately to spot him before he could counter, but all was silent in the night.

"Damn." I breathed, looking at the stillness all around me, starting to wonder if these dreams and fantasies had copulated and given birth to waking dreams. Could I be losing my grip on the ground and falling into the sea of stars above me? There had to be some proof. I stumbled about, looking in vain for a sign that my mind was not fleeing. There was no proof, not a bent blade of grass, nothing that suggested that anyone else had been here. Nothing but a dream.

The sky and the plains opened wide to the heavens, and I felt lost within them, within my head. I needed to think, to sleep, to escape, to run away, to fly away, to do something that would make this real. Sinking to my knees, I clutched my head, moaning 'I need to get away' again and again. This sudden bout of Agoraphobia was so great that I didn't notice the hands that slid around my chest until I was pulled away from the ground and into the sea of stars above me.

What the hell was in that drink?

Admittedly, drinking things that you find in bottles isn't the smartest thing to do, but when the bottle was in the back pocket of a drunk I thought that I was safe. Either that was the strongest brew imaginable or he had a special "potion" that the law would frown harshly upon.

The next thing I can remember is Role talking to me, but she's talking in crystals. I don't speak crystal, but the were shiny enough that I grabbed a few before they floated away. My hands felt like boiled goose liver, which made me very concerned about my dexterity (which is the lifeblood of a thief). To test their functionality, I grabbed a passing vagabond out of Kain's back pocket.

Then things got weird.

I felt a firm grip affix itself to me, then I was flying above a sea of broken glass. I could hear the gears in my arms grinding as I dived into the sea, only to land on top of it. Looking about, I found that my surroundings were permeated by machinery, and dark clouds of oil floated up in bubbles to blot out the sky. While I was attempting to scream, a mechanical centipede took advantage of the ready made burrow and crawled through my mouth and into my skull.  The sound of its legs strumming my neurons was a cacophonous symphony that called to the damned. I flung myself this way and that, trying to rid myself of that horrible noise, then everything went silent and there was Light. It was beautiful, I wanted to become one with it. Diving forward, I found that the light was filled with pain and red and blackness that made everything fade away.

Fade away.

Fade.

Away.

...
.......
What was going on?
...
I was floating along on a river of liquid Silver held aloft by gleaming machinations of the purest Palladium marching unceasingly along the road of black Onyx towards the city of the Gods.
...
It was quiet again.
...
I was tired.
...
So very tired.
...
zzzzzzzz...
...

Upon waking, I felt two overpowering urges. The first came from my bladder, which demanded to spray its contents everywhere. After discussing the matter with it, I managed to work out a compromise involving the privy and "RIGHT NOW!!!".

The second urge was slightly less aggressive than the first, but it had a vile filled with the bitter nectar of melancholy. I went away from the others and, after fulfilling my bladder's demands, sat alone, looking up at the sky. The stars were all ablaze, filling the blackness with something that gave the illusion of worth.

Heaving a sigh, I turned away from the stars and listened to the second urge, the desperate need to feel something. Pain, pleasure, happiness, sadness, anything.

I knew the fastest way to achieve this.

Walking back into the celebration, I walked up to Role and waited for her to notice me. When she turned to me, I threw my arms around her and shoved her face into mine.

...

...Yep, I got WAY more than my share of pain that night. Nonetheless, I always had that image of the look on her face to get me through the subsequent hours days eternity of torture.

Today, I listened to the twenty-fifth best threat on my life. It was coming from a wind mage with a serious inferiority complex. Always one to do a favor for those who take the time to come up with creative threats, I complied with her demands. They were very simple, she wanted me to help eliminate someone to somehow prove that she was more powerful than him (to be honest, I didn't see how getting other people to kill someone demonstrates your power, but I wasn't one to complain).

Well, it turned out that the poor sap she was going to gang up on had decided to gang up on her (she somehow found a way to be offended by this move and take righteous anger from it), so a little slaughter ensued. I sped ahead of the main group, running rings around the slower thugs and occasionally prodding them helpfully with my dagger in case they had lost track of me. After a while, I got bored of taunting people, so I slouched back to the main attack force with no less than four enemies behind me.

Role didn't take too kindly to my entourage, and they were quickly decapitated. I spent a little while nicking small quantities of loot off of the bodies that wouldn't be missed in the ensuing treasure allocation, but decided that perhaps I should hang out with my more powerful friends after I narrowly avoided a spear by ducking behind our main gunner.

It was a bad move. No sooner had I gotten to Role when she recruited me onto the final attack wave. Complaining isn't my style, but deciding that the loot from a couple more bodies would go "missing" before the battle was over as additional payment for my services most definitely is.

Blah blah blah...we killed them...blah blah blah...victory...blech...I took my annoyance out on a random body (which turned out to be our Honey Ninja's). I maintain that hanging each of his organs from trees was artistic expression. Using them for target practice...not so much.

Actually, I've just recently found my DS after quite a while and so I'm going to start testing and finding glitches again very soon.

The reason for the lack of updates is my inability to play/test as well as fewer people willing to point out the glitches they do find.

Bumped for the new look. Feedback is appreciated.

Great job Atrius, this one came out much sooner than I expected.

It's been a while, Perry.

Good to see you again.

So, here's my second attempt at computer coloring. i think it turned out much better than the first one. Background is still pencil
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They loaded me into the small, sleek ship. The whole situation had a very grim feel to it. I remember the men in white coats talking about me. They said I would end the war. I didn't know what they meant; I knew nothing of war, of enemies or allies, of weapons or death. I hadn't even been born yet.

With infinite care, they fitted metal arms around me, and locked me in the small metal compartment where I was to wait. I had not seen anything of the world except the research facility where I first found myself and small glimpses I could grab during the hurried transport to the military base.
I could hear the engines start to operate as the ship began to move. The acceleration began to build, I felt the direction shift, and the rumbling of the wheels was suddenly silenced. It felt as if I was moving up a very steep incline, but the ascent was too steep and too smooth. I realized that the vessel I was in no longer obeyed the command of gravity. The violation of what seemed an absolute law disturbed me, and I wondered why anything with the power to bend the absolute laws would need something like me, a nonentity bound in a womb of heavy metals, to win a war. Perhaps they wanted my other, of whom I had heard. We were twins, they said, bound to compete forever, for our entire existence. I did not know what I was to do.

Time passed, and I began to feel a stirring, a connection to everything around me.

There were ten minutes until my birth.

I felt connected to the man that would be called my father, I could hear him whispering to me, telling me what to say, to do. I felt connected to the pilot, felt his love for his mission, which compelled him to risk the ship he had named after his mother.

There were five minutes to my birth.

I heard the wind pass along the body of the ship; I heard the laughing of thousands below me. I felt their lives, their hopes, and their dreams moving through me.

There were forty-three seconds until my birth.

The metal arms released me and the world opened around me as I fell. The open air was just beyond the metal womb surrounding me. The world was just beyond that thin metallic veil. I wanted to emerge, I wanted to touch it, and I wanted to be it.


There were zero seconds until my birth.

I pushed beyond the veil and saw the world for the first time. I expanded in all directions, letting my light engulf the land around me, taking all of the life, the hope, and the laughter.

"kalo'smi lokakSayakrtpravrddho lokansamahartumiha pravrttah"
"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

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There was no other sound, no other light, no other life but mine. I stood in the center of a barren land, destroyed by the brilliance of my birth. The lives of all who had lived here were within me.

They had called this place many things. Some had called it Hiroshima, but most called it home.

I walked across the world in three steps; the first led me to the land I knew would be sacrificed for the birth of my brother. I looked at the soft light of the land, stroked the face of a child destined to be a part of one like me, and knew I would not linger here. The second step led me to my twin, still entombed in steel. I embraced him and sang songs of warmth without rhythm as he lay frozen beyond the light. The final step led me to my father, who had whispered my first words in my ear. I knelt and spoke words I knew he would never hear. I told him that he was against my birth because he did not understand that I had not only become death.

I had also become light.

 A rock is such a crude way to kill, and unnecessarily messy. Just use it on the brachial nerve...and they'd be dead without all the mess.

For the power levels, I assume you mean the average person. I could probably kill lots of people with only the ability to use lift/manipulate 5lbs with telekinesis at 2 ft. (aka ~level 2)

Also, if you look at the distances from the sol sanctum, of the elemental rocks and lighthouses, here's the general ranking (1 being the farthest):

Lighthouses:
Jupiter-1
Mars-2
Venus-3
Mercury-4

Rocks:
Mercury-1
Jupiter-2
Venus-3
Mars-4

...Most of them seem to balance out, except for Jupiter.

Also, look at the climates of each rock and each lighthouse: Aqua rock is on a tropical island, Mercury lighthouse is on an icy peninsula. Mars lighthouse is in he frozen northern reaches, Magma rock is an equatorial volcano (comparing the layout of Weyard to earth, with an 'equator' and 'poles').  Airs rock is in the dead center of a continent surrounded by sand, while Jupiter lighthouse is on the northern part of a continent, but is surrounded by mountains. Gaia rock is on an island, surrounded by ocean and Venus lighthouse is right by the coast.

I'm getting an odd 'trapped' vibe from the positions of Venus and Jupiter, but that might be just from looking too hard at this.

Again, you can already do this if you can 'heal all'.