Weep, ye heartless dogs! Weep for all that is naught!

For today, on the 1st day of april, both Canas and Lucius died helping me beat Fire Emblem.

Alas, what brilliant lives cut short by very, very hot fire! For I needed to lower the dragon by 5hp, and who else could undertake this task but my dear magic users? All is for naught!

I won't lie to you: I wept during the closing credits, when the bios of my dear soldiers flashed by, and two read "Died at 'Light'." I shed tears of joy at learning the name of Eliwood's son. I laughed a deep, mirthful laugh at Hector's ridiculous beard, and at the quirky grammatical mistake in the Epilogue cutscene.

Oh woeful art thou, cruel mistress that is life! If not for my hasty tradings of various S-level spellbooks in those last moments, I would be replaying that final level yet again! If only I had had a few more boots, so that my tanks could move to the dragon instead of only halfway! Woe, woe, and more woe!