Top 10 Worlds That Need to Be in Kingdom Hearts III

So Kingdom Hearts III is finally happening. I know this was announced months ago but I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the awesomeness. The Kingdom Hearts franchise is easily one of my favorites (even if it has been stumbling along through handheld systems for nearly ten years now) and as a long-time fan, one of the most exciting aspects of the announcement is getting the chance to speculate what new Disney worlds might be featured this time.

So without further ado, here are my personal choices for top 10 worlds that need to be in Kingdom Hearts III. If you disagree or think I missed something, then feel free to let me know in the comments.

February: Haiku Reviews Plus a Line or Two (Including: The Lego Movie, The Outsiders, and Assassin's Creed IV, and more)

Okay, so I've been trying to figure out for a while now how I can cram in reviews for all the neat things I've seen, read, heard, and played. Then it came to me: simplify. And how do we simplify? Haiku! So without further ado, here are some haiku reviews for you to view. (I will also include a one-two sentence mini-review for those of you who just aren't attracted to Japanese poetry.)

NOTE: This list will be updated until the end of February so check back for more!

Film:

The Lego Movie (February 2014) 

Haiku:

Genius voice casting,

Great A.D.D. Visuals,

Everything awesome.

Plus a Line or Two:

The Lego Movie is playfully fun, creatively endearing, and easily my favorite film of the year so far. There are too few genuinely funny and clean inspirational movies (as I mentioned in an earlier post), so I'm glad to see one more added to that list.

Hats and Sunbeams in February

It's one o'clock and time to leave work. I throw on my coat and gloves and pull on the crocheted 'My Neighbour Totoro' hat that my mom made me for my birthday. I push open the back door to Robert Frost building on the Southern New Hampshire University campus. I'm twenty-five, it's February, and I'm single.

The sun has been engulfed by the dense grey clouds above and the sidewalk is glazed with snow and ice. I shuffle along past Belknap building and hold my breath inconspicuously when I come to the exit where the international students crowd to smoke and speak into their cellphones in loud foreign languages. The air is stifled there by the strange brands of cigarettes that reek of some inexplicable smell, like burnt pine needles or sour evergreen. Once I'm clear, I let out my breath and descend the stairs.

I come to the large stone memorial plaque, dedicated to the school by the class of some-year-or-another, and stand at the edge of the crosswalk. I look left, then right, then left once more before I start to cross. That's when I see her. She is bundled up in a warm winter coat with the hood pulled just over her head. Her sandy blonde hair falling around the sides of her face and disappearing beneath a warm-looking plaid scarf.

She tilts her face up and I see her green eyes brighten in recognition from behind her glasses. But it's not me she recognizes.