#zero divide

[posthumanwanderings]

[playstationpark]

Fatal Error 'Zero Divide' PlayStation Support us on Patreon

[drtanner]

So hey, if anyone wanted to know what video games used to be like back in the day, I'd like to introduce you to Zero Divide for PSX.

It wasn't quite a release title, but it was early enough that plenty of us got it with our PSX when we were able to get one a little later, and while it was certainly no Virtua Fighter, it was a fun beat 'em up that made the most of the PSX's fancy new 3D graphics in creative ways with lots of weird character designs and stages. I remember it fondly!

The game had eight characters initially, but there were several more secret characters that you could unlock via gameplay, e.g., the game's penultimate boss character, Zulu, who was unlocked by beating the game with all eight of the other characters, and then the game's final boss, XTAL, who was unlocked by beating the game with all eight base characters and Zulu, without using a continue, and then NECO, who was unlocked by beating the game with XTAL, and so on. Those came for free. You got the extra characters for free, as a reward for playing the game.

This fucking thing came with a whole other game in it, also. You could play a shooter called Phalanx by holding down some buttons while the game was loading, and view a secret comic strip by inputting a code on the title screen once you'd beaten it on Easy mode without using any continues. And there was more, even! It wasn't a given that players would have an internet connection back then so whatever was in the game at launch was all it was ever going to get unless a sequel came out, so not only did this mean that they were often loaded with rewards and secrets, it meant they were fucking finished when they were released and would be rightfully panned if they were discovered to be even a little buggy. The expectation was that you would buy a game and be able to play it and probably keep discovering things in it for years.

Never forget what they fucking took from us. It could be this way again if corporations and CEOs weren't so fucking greedy and so desperate to strip out anything of value from a game in order to resell it to players separately.

[psxui]

Zero Divide (1995) - Level Select

[anxious-crybaby]

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[playstationgamemania]

[finbonpassons]

Fourreaux pour jeux DREAMCAST et PLAYSTATION 1

[obscurevideogames]

(ZOOM - 1997)

Bam! ‘Zero Divide: The Final Conflict’ SEGA Saturn Support us on Patreon

[z2z-gaming-and-random-art-ai]

Console Fighting Games of 1995 - Part 9/9 - Gowcaizer, WeaponLord & Perf...

Console fighting games released in 1995, this ninth part features Voltage Fighter Gowcaizer, WeaponLord, World Heroes Perfect, Yū Yū Hakusho Final Makai Saikyō Retsuden and Zero Divide.

For the Full Length Videos of these games see the following playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CEUiZn8FlwHoMcwoOzUqchX

For other Gaming related shorts check out this playlist https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CF5oVPNNxPlLJPambfM5BIj

[thespivzy]

I feel very strongly that people on the internet would be horny for this character from Zero Divide.

[jennydolfen]

She pulled close. “And so, in reality, you’re the greatest at relationships there ever was. You ruined only the wrong ones, you see.” He leaned down. His breath smelled of spices, his uniform of the crisp, clean starch Dalinar required. His lips touched hers, and her heart fluttered. So warm. “No mating!”

Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

Oooh, I never realised I could post videos here! 🥰 Witness my feeble stop-motion skills. (My daughter already promised to show me how to do it properly.)

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[posthumanwanderings]

Zero Divide: The Final Conflict (ZOOM Inc. - Sega Saturn - 1997)

[generalsdiary]

Lighter x gn!reader (drabble)

you take off his sunglasses. flipping them around in your hand. grey, hazy. what a blurry sight through them. all scratched up over the years. or perhaps from the small sand particles and high speeds on his bike. driving through those hollows as he likes to. "I should buy you a new pair." you focus on him now. his green eyes hang low, set on you. long lashes resting softly against his cheeks. messy hair covering his eye and forehead. you brush a strand or two aside. it is dark in his room. a sliver of light providing a dim hue to the room. enough for you to see him, and not too much for him to feel the pain from his old wounds opening up in his eyes.

"eh, I'm used to this pair." Lighter voices in a smooth low voice, tilting his head a bit.

"I can get the same model" you utter and lean in to press a soft kiss next to his lips. Lighter lazily smiles, his arms wrap around your waist tightly and pull you even more on top of him. a soothing feeling fills you as his hand rubs up and down your back, making you relax completely. "mh, you give it a try finding them and I'll try them out" he hums. his hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him again. a familiar flutter in your stomach makes you smile, he is so handsome.

"gorgeous" Lighter smiles and leans in to brush his nose against yours. a familiar chuckle feels his ears. you live for moments like these. for the soft touch of his lips against yours. the scent of his cologne, not as strong, worn out from the day. the smell of clean cotton sheets. he makes life feel good again.

[solifloris]

to be loved is to be seen ; 871 words of pure complete caleb fluff for my personal comfort because i can't get this man out of my head (wow roxie posting fluff? girl what happened to you)

to be loved is to be seen.

a long day passed; he's there at the door. you can smell something simmering from the kitchen, the scent of comfort filling the room and maybe getting to your head a little... it's your favorite dish. you'd know that smell anywhere. and you've always liked it best when he cooks it...

he knows that.

to be loved is to be seen.

and he's pulling you in by the waist, not quite a hug, but rather a little bit of a once-over as he leans back to take a good look at you.

there's a pause.

the look in his eyes is gentle; fond. his head tilts, and there's something unsaid, unspoken, in the air between you...

you know the words on his lips before he says them.

"look at you, all pretty like that."

it's quiet, with a little bit of a chuckle.

"welcome back, pipsqueak."

typical caleb.

and this time there's a kiss on the tip of your nose, before he reaches a hand up to fix your hair— there's a piece of snow settled into it, and he knows that you don't like that. he'd brush it out for you, leave your hair neatly.

just the way you prefer it to be.

to be loved is to be seen.

and he knows more than you think.

you're an open book to him; maybe it's scary, and maybe it's a little unnerving, but—

maybe it's nice.

no words need to be shared.

he's happy to keep his arm around you, happy to wrap you up in blankets as you snuggle together on the couch and your favorite movie is playing softly on the screen in front of you. it's snowing outside, but you barely notice it; barely care. he keeps you warm from the cold. it's cozy. your head rests on his shoulder, and he hums quietly into your hair—and it's nice.

"it's been a long day," you murmur.

you blow your hair out from your face, and he fixes it right then for you. neat; the way you like it to be.

"oh, yeah? i could tell," he says. he chuckles—a little bit of a nudge in the form of a joke.

but he smiles.

"tell me about it, pipsqueak. i wanna listen."

to be loved is to be seen.

and maybe you scoff at him, but maybe you speak as he inclines. and maybe the movie's drowned out in the background, maybe all that you care about is the soft rumble of his chest when he laughs at the stupidest joke you've ever made in your life...

because deflect with humor, right? you've always done that. and he laughs, because you want him to laugh. and he reaches up to flick at your forehead. because he knows.

"you can be serious about it if you wanna, y'know," he shakes his head. "don't always gotta put on a strong front, 'specially not with me. so hit me. i'll take you seriously."

i'll take you seriously.

a safe space.

and they're simple words, because maybe you're not used to expressing yourself—

but he knows that.

he's used to it.

and he'll push you, a little, and you trust him to.

he knows that, too.

to be loved is to be seen.

and caleb knows a lot of things—what gets you angry, what gets you sad... the things you do to distract yourself, the things you like to eat. what makes you happy. when you're happy. your favorite show, your favorite song... that one article of clothing you'd always wear if you could, that book you keep on your shelf because the cover looks nice, but you haven't gotten around to reading it yet.

and he knows when you're tired.

he knows when all you need is for him to be there beside you, he knows when you've got something to say but you don't know how to say it.

he knows when you're pretending, too. when you want someone to breakthrough that little shell of yours, and say the words you want desperately to hear...

he knows.

because he sees you.

he sees you more than anyone else has, more than anyone else does. and not just with his eyes—with his heart. he knows you. he's engraved every little thing about you into the depths of his soul and he wouldn't have it any other way, not when he can hold you like this.

not when he knows how to.

not when he knows you want it to be this way.

and it's why he has his fingers running gently through your hair, peppering soft, tiny little kisses all over your face and relishing in the giggles that fall from your lips...

to be loved is to be seen.

"i love you, pipsqueak."

a soft murmur, a kiss into your hair.

"i love you a whole lot."

he knows you needed to hear that today, too.

and he means it.

because maybe there's no one else who could love you the way that he does; so whole, so loving, so pure, so... real.

you know that, too.

to be loved is to be seen.

and he sees you, and you see him.

to you, there's no greater love than that.

an : you know, real talk......... i really am truly sorry that the nuance of the caleb/mc relationship can't be translated into more western cultures that aren't used to this, i do believe it's kind of a shame 😭 because you have to understand that it's such a beautiful thing to be seen.... and i really feel that caleb encapsulates that especially given the nature of their relationship :( just. there's something so beautiful and comforting and warm about it and i had to get this out of my system before i go to bed 😭 MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE 😭

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[psxui]

Zero Divide (1995) - Player Select

[queenvhagar]

People like "Helaena deserved a better family" yeah a better uncle, sister, and father first of all