nanashi

First you do this a few times…

Then you get this…

you won. And since you’re a Zelda 2 type boss, you also lost. Sucks, doesn’t it? Because a good boss needs to lose for the game to be won. So everybody loses, me, you-me and us.

I won’t continue, I won’t retry, I’ll just be miserable. Because that’s how I do things.

Titanic > FFX > me > internet > James Cameron > Avatar

I like to play but I don’t like 24/7. I said so repeatedly. Concepts like slavery and rape only become desirable when they are divorced from reality. I understand that actual victims of these things, people who were really enslaved or raped, are crept out by people like me who use these terms in an almost belittling way.

I’m sorry for that and although I most probably can’t begin to understand the true horrors of these concepts it’s exactly that what makes them so fascinating. It’s a matter of degrees really, we all become victims of crimes of different scopes and we all have mixed reactions towards them. Experienced in small doses the positive reactions may even prevail, or maybe if the one who dishes out the humiliation also offers a lot of positive things we may forget that the crimes are actually despicable and not part of a package of a gift.

When part of play it might even be desirable to up the degree of humiliation, to go to your limits, to get more than you bargained for. You might even understand at one point why this is not really desirable. When you finally reach your limit.

I often stress the potential of games to turn you into a criminal. This doesn’t mean that games should turn decent people into monsters but rather, by comparing the acts done in the game to one’s own actions in life, one is confronted with their own inner monster and has to acknowledge their own indecency.

And yes, being evil can also be empowering. When part of consensual play this is a very good thing. But then it’s not really all that empowering, is it? The power is an illusion, a fake gift given by the one really in power. The criminal pretending to be the victim. You really want to be in control, dictate the rules, teach the criminal a lesson.

Or maybe make them remember that they really are a victim after all and don’t just pretend to be. Anyway, you crossed so many lines and did it so often, it cannot be justified anymore. If it could ever. Stop pretending your actions compare to mine or that it would even validate them if it were true. Or that I ever wanted any of this.

I understand that security cams offer just that, security, but if they are used as a tool for trolling I refuse to excuse them.

You must have suspected me to see you as just a ticket to SEX, or at least to the matrix forum. In fact I couldn’t care less about the one and only forum or SEX when I can get sex instead. Today, tomorrow and twice on the day after that one. Really, info can be lurked and if people don’t want me to contribute I don’t mind them having it their way. It compliments my general lazyness. And while SEX provides more interesting work they’re also too demanding. See BELOW for details.

But it becomes more and more clear that you really see me as (just?) a ticket to hell. Well I got news for you. I (capitalized for emphasis) am not the one who should apologize to anyone. Or play stupid roles in stupid scenarios. Especially if they involve gitantei traps (or don’t they?).

Also, I hate pets. And I don’t want children. And sorry for spilling your salad thrice over.

Almost one and a half years ago we here at the heavenly factory got a new colleague from the SEX factory. He was such an obvious troll, his appearance served as quite the wake up call for the then still somewhat disabled(ified) me. His fascination for babelfishes and his mocking of their poor capabilities was quite hilarious, kind of like a a combine harvester pitying a Porsche, which, for all its speed, could never hope to do the work of the harvester either.

There will always be people who will favor the Porsche no matter what as they prefer speed over usefulness but very few people who actually understand the difference of the Porsche and the combine harvester. And then there’s the occasional harvester which can almost keep up with the Porsche even on a highspeed road.

Anyway, this former SEX pawn got his first taste of real babelfishing working with me, which, while not going according to his master’s plan, gave me all kind of information which I’m still trying to figure out what exactly can be trusted. Once or twice he mentioned his superior at the SEX factory, where he was just a bug hunter. If I wasn’t writing this entry in English you might be able to tell the sex of said superior from the grammar but since I am I should tell you that it was a she.

Those trolls, they can become zombies or they can become crystals. This one failed hard. Then there’s another one who now makes me suffer for all the trolls I made fail. There’s an important difference between male and female trolls, you know. I’m much more likely to forgive female trolls (and allow myself to fall for their traps) as I at least can delude myself I might someday bury my sword in them.

It seems I feel the truth much earlier than I actually understand it but at some point it dawned on me that my current favorite troll girl is probably that SEX troll’s superior. And even though everything I know about her might be fake there’s things that tell you more about a person than what they show you deliberately, be it in RL or on the internet. Like facial expressions.

That’s right, I fell in love with that girl because of the looks she gave me. Looks that could never hide her true feelings (or maybe never even tried). Looks that often scared me but that also were so truthful I couldn’t help but form a bond as strong as the one I think I felt from her.

I don’t want to be tickled by anyone but her and I love seeing her reactions when I tickle her back. I may not be perfect, don’t expect me to be perfect, but she’s perfect for me.

The onlooker deconstructed the law hero and he deconstructed the chaos hero and they blamed him for that. Buffy refused to be normal again and they blamed the weed for that.

The truth is, you can’t program people. You just cannot.

The responsibility lies with the individual. And you don’t substitute one human instrumentality project with another.

Message to the German shepherd humping panku bando vampire brat: I love you. Everybody is me, everybody is anybody, but I love you.

You know why P3 all of a sudden was half a dating sim? Because I don’t play dating sims. But I like dating sim elements in non-dating sim games. Like FFVII, for example. That game basically ends with the Gold Saucer. Everything after that was just tacked on. Or that FFVII rip-off OoT. Multiple love interests? Great! Who wants Zelda when Ruto is so cute! Can someone please draw an Link x Ruto H doujinshi for me to fap to?

There’s more of course but the moment when the idea for P3 was born was when I mentioned that I tried to get as many of the sexy female demons as possible to join my party in Nocturne. I didn’t know it at the time, didn’t buy it either, but Persona being Persona being Atlus’ cash cow of course it sold well. When FES was announced for the West I finally bought the Japanese version used but still I couldn’t find time to play it much.

I played a lot of the other games made about and for me though. Really, there were probably more games and comics and stuff made about me the last few years than the number of collectibles some of you have on your shelves. The difference between most of the recent ones of these and the early ones like Persona? They sell like shit.

So the only way for these games to keep getting made is basically the few thousand people who play them investing, like, let’s say a thousand dollars, beforehand into funding them. That won’t happen though. So the age of nanashi games is drawing to a close. It was flattering, it was nice while it lasted, and I still have enough to play when no new ones are coming out anymore, but enough of this. Let’s move on.

Please buy Crystal Bearers!

Look what I found when looking for a site that prints custom motives on paper tissues:

Paper Tissues

Consider yourself lucky that the actual thing is so expensive! But Mona Lisa will have to pay for this!

Anyway I know what you want:

You know what you’ll get:

Only Happy When It Rains

Seriously:

I don’t know why I’m letting myself get tricked into writing another blog post, but well…

If you want to know why, you can always ask me about it in the comments.

A small hint: Link is a child, Ganon an adult. Mario is an adult and Bowser a childish villain. Ganon is Link’s future. Mario is Bowser’s future.

More hints: Bowser refers to himself as the devil in Japanese. He’s also kind of like a dragon, as is the villain in Dragon Quest. Both of them were the model for Giygas from Mother. And the devil challenges the patriarch, in the bible as well as in the Megami Tensei series.

When I started to become interested in Japanese comics and cartoons there wasn’t much of them translated into languages I could understand, especially of the cartoons. I started learning Japanese at that time but since there wasn’t much opportunity to watch japanimation in its original language I was also willing to watch whatever station airing it in whatever language. A friend recommended French TV to me for that reason.

I didn’t speak any French beforehand (except for some naughty words) and the little I understand now I learned from watching japonais dessin animé on TF1. Ranma 1/2, Dragon Ball and Sailor Moon are the most widely known among the ones I watched and especially Dragon Ball was also popular with some of my friends which met weekly at my place to play games, and watch the newest Dragon Ball episode in French.

The same friend who recommended TF1 to me also had a curious opinion on the following fight between Videl and Spopovitch:

Basically he said by entering that ring Videl had taken full responsibility for everything happening to her afterwards. He was pretty much alone with that evaluation, we all protested strongly. But he insisted that her opponent was fully justified in all his actions by the battle situation and that Videl alone was responsible. Suffice to say the rules of the tournament also disagreed with him in this regard as killing an opponent results in disqualification and Spopovitch was going to kill her if his companion or Gohan hadn’t stopped him.

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I hate hookers but I love sluts.

People who sell themselves (a.k.a. hookers) basically affirm the fact that they are owned by money (a.k.a. the phallus) and men (a.k.a. the phallus bearers). People who just enjoy themselves (a.k.a. sluts) don’t care about money (a.k.a. the phallus) and about the men (a.k.a. the phallus bearers) but just about their tool (a.k.a. the penis).

Boy as Girl

Girl as Boy

I can be your penis venus. Or you can be mine. Or we can be whatever you want.

And fuck Bill Gates for trying to force software patent legislation on the poor for expensive medicine they wouldn’t need if they got the cheaper raincoats.

OMG, Tarantino is fucking brilliant. Now I wish I had written this post a few hours earlier. But this way you’ll get a longer version, so all’s good.

As any good satiricist Tarantino isn’t afraid to take shots at anybody, even himself. Remember him in From Dusk Till Dawn, directed by his pal Robert Rodriguez? Fantasizing about Juliette Lewis asking him to lick her pussy? He wrote the script and made himself a dork. Or Planet Terror, also by Rodriguez?

Dick

I’m a wigger, he’s a wigger, she’s a wigger, we some wiggers, don’t you wanna be a woman too?

Dickgirl

And yes, I totally understand how badly I got owned tonight. But as they say, it takes a thief to catch a villain to write a villain.

I hear Six Days in Fallujah is having trouble getting published. I wonder how a game where you play Native Americans fighting the colonialists would sell. Or even one where you play the colonialist side. I bet Tarantino would be able to appreciate the irony in that.