On retconning: Yeah, let's adjust it like you guys said; the Frozen Flame somehow resurrected the King. As far as its implications for the Sorin scenario, it's been suspected that the Frozen Flame was inside the Mammon Machine. It can be said that in the Lavos timeline, the Flame was never freed from the machine, but the Masamune did it in Keystone when Crono threw it. That way, a few pieces have been adjusted to get basically the same end result but with less retcon dumbness.
On weapons: Lucca's unnamed weapon should perhaps be named the Sterling. Daniel's suggestion that it be a WWII rifle brings this on; the Sterling SMG was standard-issue in that war. It serves as the basis for the E-11 blaster rifle commonly carried by stormtroopers, so that should give an idea of what it looks like.
I suggested Astaroth a while back for Magus' unnamed scythe, but there's bound to be something better out there.
Schala's pendants already have a great list of names for them. Only thing that's not been done is the uber-Masamune, the circumstances of which will have to be altered anyway.
On where I've been for the past 4 days...
There are five of us: me, my best friend, another asshole friend of ours from band, a really cheap friend of ours with a crappy home life, and the lamest guy in existence ever. Together, we comprise a scenario paintball team named the Horsemen of the Apocalypse aka the Power Rangers. I'm the Blue Ranger because I'm the engineer-type; not only do I dress in blue frequently, my R6 E-force electric marker with sniper barrel, burstfire and autofire is metallic blue. My best friend who I recently imparted a Chrono addiction to is the White Ranger, and he wields a Tippmann 98 custom with flatline barrel. The asshole squad captain guy is the Green Ranger, and his Tippmann A-5 comes with autofire and flatline barrel. Or maybe it's the other way around, I forgot. The poor guy's the Black Ranger, and I swear he dug his paintball gun up out of the ruins of Lucca's burnt house, because they haven't made that model in like 1000 years. The lame dude, who we call Mouse, is the Yellow Ranger for 3 reasons. 1) he's an incredible pansy. 2) the actress who played the Yellow Ranger died in a car crash a few years ago. 3) he has to rent guns when we go to play. We're trying to acquire a specific vehicle to use as a tank; since its position is going to be obvious, we're going to be blaring the Power Rangers theme, One-Winged Angel, the Imperial March, and the Imperial Rage out of a specially installed set of speakers while our armored turret gunners reduce everyone to oblivion.
So my friends were having arguments with their parents. I'm sort of a calming influence there. After getting me outfitted for the game, we drove over to the captain's house (read: shitty apartment) with an album full of Chrono music playing, ordered pizza, went to Wal-Mart in the middle of the night, played video games, watched Robin Williams Live on Broadway, drank scotch mixed with Sunkist, Hawaiian Punch, and Tang, set off fireworks on the UTA campus at 3:30 AM, watched Dawn of the Dead, played Republic Commando and Battlefront, and finally drove to the paintball game with One-Winged Angel on continuous loop, bitching out the guys who didn't want to hear it. It was a fun game, except for the part where I reffed without a mic and got lost in the wilderness. Oh yeah, and the rashes and heat stroke. I swear I lost 15 pounds in one day. After the game ended, we all went to IHOP and pigged out. Finally, when we got home, nearly dead, I slept for about 16 hours. Today I finally managed to get some work done on that Atlas Shrugged essay.
