nanashi

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.

The only way to defeat Giygas

It will only work if the aural pleasure continues after the song though.

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!

I know I’m missing the point of what you’re saying completely but I just had to reply to what you’re saying.

You know, I keep so many shameful secrets that nobody must ever know. Of course I’d do anything to prove them wrong if they’re ever revealed. The problem is, I’m like an open book for everybody to read in. All my complexes are so easily seen through it’s really tough for me to keep my secrets. And since everyone around me always sees only the facts and nobody is ever distracted by their own wishful thinking it’s no wonder things like these happen:

So when the above image emerged on the internet there was really only one option for me. I of course spent $5000 on cock implants right the next day. Good thing I’m filthy stinking rich and have all the resources in the world to change history to make me look better. Isn’t it great if you don’t have to confront reality but instead you’re the one to create it.</sarcasm>

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.

In the beginning I was “weak” and I didn’t like it.

Then I was “strong” and I came to not like that either.

Then I was passive and stopped caring.

That’s much too oversimplified and not really true, but yeah, that’s me in a nutshell.

In reality you’re never just either weak or strong. You’re never just passive or active. In a sense we never change, on the other hand we can always change. Because you were weak yesterday doesn’t mean you can’t be strong tomorrow. The choice is made anew everyday, today. You make right, not by might, but by your choices. What do you want to be right? Remember the past and shape the future.

You can never become like other people, you will always be yourself. Individuality comes naturally. You can either embrace it or hate it but no one can tell you what to do.

I love me some Devil Man but the Hitler moe still gives me the creeps:

Bonus troll: This is what happens when you harry on hearsay:

When I was around 2×7 years old I read a certain youth magazine which among other things that interested kids my age also had a love counseling column. I remember reading the following kind of reader’s submission quite frequently. Basically it was young girls being depressed about their boyfriend dumping them after having sex with them. The answer was of course to stop caring about those kind of boys as they’re not worth it anyway.

Pretending to love someone to have sex with them is clearly a pretty much asshole kind of thing to do. Not to forget dishonest. And I certainly didn’t want to be a dishonest asshole like those boys. But. I was very eager to have sex. And not exactly into the whole romance thing. Which is kind of the part which seems to be most important to them.

So how do you convince a same-age girl to have sex with you and be clear about not wanting a relationship? It pretty much seals off your chances. One time, before going to a party I fantasized about a girl from my class (we called her lint since she was supposedly small as a lint) fellating me at the party and then going all the way. We were close but certainly not close enough for that fantasy to have much of a chance of happening. And I couldn’t lie to her about my intentions anyway. So I ended up never asking.

My views on sex and relationships have changed somewhat over the years but the behavioral patterns established during that time are to some degree still in effect even today. The following years, when my views were still very close to the ones described above I discovered the same opinion (wanting sex without the relationship) in other people as well but these weren’t girls. Casual sex is easily realized when you broaden the horizon of your sexual orientation but even though I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea it was much less tempting than the booby variety.

And I was kind of afraid that if I decided to go down that road it would kind of block the other road forever. I wanted to try both but try my favored one first. Which blocked both roads for the longest time. Until I realized that going either road would not really block the other one. In the end I went the homo road all the way first but by that time I had at least gone a few steps down the hetero one as well. Each time I went the homo road it was disappointing in a different way and when I finally went all of the way of the hetero road it was great. So experience did prove my preferences right.

Did I become an asshole after all? I hope not. But maybe I can try to become half of an asshole. If that’s what you want.

As I explained a while back, men seek to rise to women’s level. Women on the other hand want men to sink to their level. Sure, being worshipped is nice, but you have to be violated first to make the miracle happen and sacrifice your life to serve your children. It sucks to be divine.

I once explained to a woman why men like lesbo porn. Basically they like to identify with one of the women to feel like the goddess, to become divine, for the boobies, essentially. Of this I’m 100% positive, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Any man who denies this fact is simply in denial.

In return she was nice enough to explain to me why women like slash/yaoi. Basically they like the idea they might join those two hunks, get to be part of a threesome and to watch at least one of them being turned into a woman. Even though it was just one woman who told me this I’m 100% sure it’s true for all women. Any woman who denies this fact is simply in denial.

Obviously the whole idea of rising and sinking depends heavily on your POV. If you’re suspended from the ceiling by your feet, with your field of vision roughly the height of your master’s hip, of course a fading erection will somehow look like a rising cock.