Plumfrost Day 7: Not far from the village, a man called to me.  Sitting on the ledge of a broken wagon, his tiny black legs dangling towards the earth, he introduced himself.  ”I’m Sol Racth, leader of the caravan from Alfitaria,” he said in a shrill voice.  ”Now watch,” he murmured.  And so, I watched, and stared in amazement as one great leap sailed him towards the heavens, his red hat billowing outwards.
On the return to the village, no one believed a word nor had ever heard of the caravan leader Sol Racth from Alfitaria.
I ended up on Replay Value after hearing about Tony’s sad fate.  Who’s story can I tell? There must be one less fiery, but still one just as magical.
Thinking deeply, I found a childhood classic in the worn corners of my memories. Â Final Fantasy, how could I forget you. Â One last tip of the hat old friend. Â While this image is from one I’ve never played (11), oh well. Â Justice must be done and this one just has a tale urged to be talk about.
I expanded on my Gimp skills a little in this one. Â I pulled out a classic FF blue text box from another image with Lasso, Â and copied it in. Â Since the text box has a gradient of blues, I decided just to take a rectangle of empty blue space and copy it over the text that was already present in the box. Â I then downloaded a FF font, copied it into the font folder in control panel, and, voila, had the new text in GIMP.
And so here is little Gogo’s tale.
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