So I decided to put a break on Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn in favor of finding a way to bring over my save data from PoR. I didn't want to progressso far ( I stopped on chapter 6) that I wouldn't want to restart the whole game again. So, I went on PoR and went to one of my two completion data records and trudged through the now painfully long end of the story to find my easy save data (I knew which one it was because Iremembered I had lost Titania) and deleted it. I figured the other onewas my normal save data and kept it. I then went of the Radiant Dawn toimport thesave data.
Well...it worked. But it wasn'tmy Normal save data I was bringing over.
I beatit on Hard.
My jaw dropped when I saw the feat I hadaccomplished. "No way!" I yelled. After an hour or so ofplaying Radiant Dawn (I didn't think of skipping story events Ialready read) I remembered when playing PoR for the second time pourposely going straight to Hard mode. This was solely because I wanted to accomplish the feat, but after a while of not playing the game I must have forgotten it was on hard mode and thought it was Normal.That must've made it seem easier.
I'm not checking that completion data (It tookalmost 20 minutes to get through the end-game sequences) because I know I only lost 2 units. Boyd and Tanith. But I don't really care about that. Boyd was always lost and Tanith was an unforseen death.
I guess I am extremely proud of myself because that is the first game I've beaten on a Hard difficulty. I normally startwith easy toget the feel of the game, then I go to Normal to really play it, and then never, ever go to Hard.
Has anyone else had an incident like this? It was definately a welcome surprise, and it made my otherwise-depressing day better. My grandma was diagnosed with cancer in April, and she's been doing great, fantastic even, with battling ituntil now. As of last weak she felt fatigued and had to go to the hospital. It turned out the cancer had spread to her heart and fluid was encasing it, making it weaker. In addition, thereis fluid buildingup in her lungs that they can't remove because her heart can't take it.In other words, she has less than a week and is on pain killers,she is very non-coherent.
The worst part of it is, not only was she returning to normal, butshe was promised a surgery that wouldremove the source of the cancer and eliminate it.Theyjust wanted one more chemotherapy session beforehand (Which shewas handling just fine, minus some fatigue a fewdays after it) and she would get that session Friday...if thishadn't come up.
She's only 67 and acted like she's 40, she was the most beautiful person I've known, and she was taken away so quickly. It seems unreal. The cancer wasn't even around for that long. It just...happened.
I just heard about it last night and cried for hours, she means that much to me. She's still alive, but I'm doing my best to accept her as dead, there is no chance of her ever coming back, and when she actually does pass, I want to be able to move on quickly. School's coming back and my gifted program is rigorous and won't become easier because my grandma died.
My Grandpa is taking this the hardest, and I spent some time with him today with my sister and my foster cousin. We did our absolute best to keep his mind away from Grandma, as well as ours, and it worked. We laughed a lot telling stories. And we went out to lunch and had some ice cream. It was a very nice day.
If I'm not on for a bit, you can assume it's because of this event. We have to plan a funeral soon, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to wheel in the casket (You need six people, and we only have 4 that for sure have to do it.) with my foster cousin. I don't want to do that, I love that woman so much, but I'm going to do what is asked of me.
She's gone. And I have to accept it. It's going to be hard, especially on Thanksgiving and Christmas, but Time heals all wounds. It sounds cold, but she would want me to move on with happy memories of her.
I respect those wishes.
I love you.