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On Ero-manga, two~

May 12th, 2009

I guess I’m not really the smartest chipmunk on the block, because I’ve just taken it upon myself to translate a doujin.  See, the first time I did this, it wasn’t so bad; I had to translate maybe four words. Not rocket science. This time, however, it’s different- Not like, one or two or whatever pages, but four chapters, 25 pages each. It’s slow going, because I have to reference a lot. “Didn’t I see that one before?” I have to do my own editing and typesetting. I also have had some problems running across characters and words I’ve never seen before. Google helps, I’ve gotten help from Wikipedia in a couple of instances (my charts don’t have all the hirigana/ katakana, apparently) but one character, ?  “mu” drove me to distraction because I couldn’t fucking find it anywhere. Oh my fucking Christ, I banged my head on the walls for forever until I found it. Well, I guess that shows how moronic I am. ??? ???.

Two complaints:

Firstly, whomever scanned these pages was a bit of an asshat; tiny res is tiny. I mean, I can resize after all the typesetting and editing and shit, but, you know… typing in 5pt font is pretty shitty.

Secondly, LOL ENGRISH. I swear, I’ve racked my brains over stupid, asinine shit like “fighto~” unnecessarily and decrypting shit like that (fu ai to? What’s that? fu ai to? … oh. goddamnit.) is mind-breaking.

Well, if I feel like it, when I’m done, I’ll link chapters 2-5  (the first was done by someone else) and you all can shock and amaze at how terrible a person I am.

…why did I fucking decide to do this..?

Manga, Quick Post, Rant

On Ero-manga~

April 28th, 2009

The long and short of it:

Someone (Anonymous) translated some ero doujin and needed a typesetter, I fulfilled that role.

AntiAgingAnon also did it at the same time- he did it faster and better than me. I still have a sense of accomplishment for what I did; I learned a lot about the editing, typesetting process and shit.

Link coming… sometime.

Manga, Quick Post

On Patches~

March 23rd, 2009

I got permission from Tinfoil (from TLWiki) to mirror the patches for Saya no Uta and Chaos;head.

So within… a couple of days or so, I will upload and host them. Look forward to it.

Editus:

Chaos;head and Saya no Uta patches.

Links verified as of 11:41pm 3/29/2009
In keeping with the localization of Nitro+ games through JAST, I have removed the DDL links to the translation patches for both Chaos;head and Saya no Uta as of 7/23/2009.

Adult Games, Downloadables, Games, Japanese Games, Quick Post

A question~

August 29th, 2008

The line went something like,
“Why is it that a weaker person has to attach themselves to someone stronger?” And the question (while rude) for just a moment, crystalized for me. okay, well, to be honest, it’s actually been on my mind for a while, let’s not hedge our bets, i mean, come on, this is me. I’m not talking about the deference that comes from a Dom/ sup relationship, I’m talking about the … fuck-stupid and godawful parasites you see schmoozing up to anything that seems remotely stronger than them.

You know what? I’m going to post portions of a debate I had with someone.

Mr Insensitive (we’ll call him Nestor, for the sake of argument) likes things to go His Way. To any other person, his motivations might be completely incomprehensible, but for the most part, it really boils down to he likes things to go His Way. To that end, he pursues education, employment, and sociological interactions that all ultimately benefit no one else but him. When he meets someone else, his initial priority is to determine whether this person is a friend, an ally, someone who can ultimately assist him on his walk through life; or instead someone to (at best) ignore or (at worst) actively pursue complete and utter subjugation or physical/ psychological destruction. He’s not necessarily an evil or bad person, but his priority is to himself and his successes and adventures in life. Along the way he has friends, enemies, and whatever. Hi-jinks ensue.

Along the way he meets Mr Nice. (we’ll call him Spineless Bob for the sake of argument) Spineless Bob has gone through his life, effectively at the mercy of other people. for some reason, he feels that he needs to be completely selfless, to the point of ego-abdication. Because he has no central core of independent thought, no spine that can hold and support him, he has to mold himself to suit other people’s needs. Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity. A shapeless, sycophantic leech of a man. He’s a “good Guy” because he gives and gives and gives, but at the same time, there’s a growing resentment within him. Can’t anyone see the amount of effort it’s taken him to give to everyone else? Can’t anyone see/ acknowledge his suffering? The sacrifices he’s made to be what he things people expect of him? “Goddammit, people need to wake the fuck up and see how fucking awesome I really am! I’m like… Yes. I can authoritatively say, I am the New Messiah for the Twenty First Century. I care for these worthless shits, even if they don’t deserve it.” Now, rather than actually benefit himself or his fellow man, what he’s done at this point is he’s latched onto The Stick of Self-Righteousness and jammed it up his ass.

So now if anyone wants help from Stick-ass Bob, they’ve got to run a gauntlet of bitterness, resentment, self-loathing, and unresolved teenage angst. that Stick up his ass hurts, but at least people don’t fucking walk on him now, do they? Now he can afford to help them… but only if they can survive the gauntlet.

Suddenly, the two of them meet. Nestor, meet Stick-ass. Stick-ass, meet Nestor.

Nestor’s first priority: Ally or enemy? The guy’s emotionally unstable, socially retarded, and incapable of interacting with the opposite sex with any degree of success. This guy is a problem. Self-righteous and sycophantic at the same time, desperately hoping, not only for attention, but acceptance and adulation.

This person is a danger. Instead of being capable of assisting Nestor on his walk through life (that’s what friends do, they watch your back, make your days pleasant, and help you when you’re struggling) this person would instead hinder him. So he tells Stick-ass to fuck off in no uncertain terms. He wants to keep a buffer of distance between himself and this odoriferous human waste that’s seeped in.

Stickass hates and loves Nestor, because he sees Nestor’s independence, self-assuredness, self-confidence, competence, and individual clarity of thought, and feels that sinking feeling in his gut. He is simultaneously the best and worst thing he’s wanted in his own life. He loves those things in Nestor’s character, but hates them as well because, after all, he’s sacrificed so much for ther people, right? He’s far more deserving of Nestor’s success, girlfriends, money, and popularity than Nestor is, right? Wrong.

So, there they are, face to face, a button between them.

“This button will remove the selfish and ultimately useless people in this room. When I hit this button, the person that has caused the most unhappiness in the world will disappear without a trace. In fact, it’d be like he never existed in the first place.

So now I ask you. Who disappears?

To which he replied,

Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity.

Okay, that’s selfish. But if someone’s form of selfishness is helping people, then that’s not a shabby display of selfishness, I’d say. I think Bob’d help far more people than Nestor ever would. Nestor basically uses people as tools, and doesn’t care about them very much. Bob does care about people, and unconsciously uses them as tools by helping as many people as he can. Nestor’s obviously showing a far larger display of selfishness here.

(This went on for a while)
My response:
You assume that selfish = bad. You assume wrong. When you go to school, you go so that you can get a diploma. No ‘ifs’, or ‘buts’ about it. After High School, there’s College. You don’t go for little 12 year old Billy, you go to get a degree. Not for Sisterfucking Jimbo down the hall from you, but you. You want the degree, you put in the time and effort, you buy the books, you sacrifice time, effort, money, friends, and Life Experiences so that you can get the degree and hang it up on your wall.

You get a job so that you can take care of your bills. So that you can buy food. So that you can pay your phone, your cable, your MMO, your fucking video game systems, and pay off the family down the street to keep from going to the police after you accidentally sleep with their 12 year old daughter.

None of these things is selfish. You’re putting forth effort to (at least) break even. The better career you get, the more you can afford to get ahead.

Lessee… Work, School, friends… Ah. Friends. You pick the people you hang out with, because you don’t want some cockshit fucktube stealing your shit, fucking your girlfriend, breaking into your house, your parents’ house, or anyone’s house, for that matter. You say, “This person and I get along. I’m going to make an investment into interacting with this person above others because we have like-minded interests and I don’t with say, Jimbo Sisterfucker down the hall from me.”

Still not being selfish.

Sycophantic behavior is incredibly selfish, because it does not reward anyone but the person exhibiting said behavior. Clinging to people to form a shape, to define ones’ self, is only beneficial to the one being molded, not the one he is molding to. in addition, it burdens everyone around the person that has been adhered to, as they no longer have any capability for independent action, seeing as there’s a very large, yet shapeless mass entangling them, restricting their ability to move.

So we can derive the following values from said example: Heavy, incapacitating things drag down the individual. This incapacitation can inconvenience other people who also have a certain reliance upon that person. So the one being adhered to cannot function in society (work, home, out with friends, etc) as well as they should be capable of, simply because they’ve got something preventing them. I.E. Spineless Bob. Therefore, in conclusion, a self-sufficient and determined individual will never equate the same level of societal damage that a sycophantic, needy, and spineless dependent like Bob causes.

It went on and on, until this guy popped out with,

If someone is doing a mean thing, but they THINK they’re doing a nice thing, does that make them a mean person? No, just misguided.

To which I responded with this quote from Chris Blake:

I’m holding in my hand a 1976 press kit containing newspaper clippings, photos, and testimonials from a remarkable church, one of the largest Protestant churches in the United States. This Interracial urban church carried on an extensive ministry of impressive humanitarian aid. It had already rehabilitated more than two hundred people from drug habits, and financed the education of more than a hundred students in medicine, law, teaching, and other human service fields, and many students lived in dormitories provided by the church. Moreover, the church provided care in its own facilities for senior citizens, medical convalescents, orphans, and disabled children. Several clippings included testimonials from the president of the National Newspaper Publishers Association, Congressional Record, San Fransisco Chronicle, Washington Post and a former CBS-TV affiliate News Bureau Chief, who after working on a Documentary on the church had been so touched by the “magnificent example” of the pastor in working to “stand courageously against all forms of injustice, to relieve human suffering of every kind, and to establish brotherhood among peoples of wide-ranging backgrounds” that the bureau chief had quit his job at CBS to work full time for the church. Never have I seen such a more impressive church press kit. (To be fair, not many churches have a press kit.)

The pastor was a member of a 1.4 million member Christian denomination, and by 1976 had been pastoring twenty five years. He had also served as a public school teacher and for two full years as a foreign missionary, establishing programs for orphans. More recently he had begun a foreign agricultural mission on thousands of acres to produce food for distribution to critical hunger regions. He had recieved numerous awards, including one from the Los Angeles Herald for “Humanitarian of the Year”. In 1976 he was appointed chair of the San Fransisco Housing Authority. With his wife, he had adopted at least nine impoverished children of different racial backgrounds. They lived next to one of the churches large animal refuge centers, where they took in and cared for sick and abandoned animals.

You’ve probably head of the People’s Temple Christian Church. Rev Jim Jones, Pastor.

As an addendum, I added,

Don’t give me shallow, dogmatic crap about how those people who do evil with the best of intentions aren’t ‘mean’. Even the most sinister of people have the ‘best intentions’ at heart, and that’s what makes it so sad- there IS no true good or evil, only snotnosed peckerwoods like yourself who believe something is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ based on some cobbled together dogma stemming from badly interpreted scripture and Disney. I’ve read published journals of oven operators in Auschwitz who actually felt that they were benefiting the whole world with the ritual and systematic extermination of the jews in Germany. Seriously dude. You’ve (still) got no relevant high ground to stand on.

You’d think that in the face of my debate he’d cave like a house of cards, but this debate spanned months, leading to it’s dramatic conclusion:

And the cream of the crop is that Nestor idiot. Check this out. He’s stated that nothing gives him more pleasure than hurting other people. HE’S A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH. This guy is screwed in the head. He is evil – literally evil. You hear that word said a lot for funny or dramatic reasons, but I am dead fucking serious here. Nestor is evil and does not dreserve to draw breath. Just start asking him questions about morality and whatnot, you’ll see how deep the rabbit hole goes. He’s not just a poster whose funny gimmick is to act like he’s an asshole, this guy truly is one mentally fucked-up psycho.

In conclusion, I like to debate, I’m a A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH, and being spineless rules.

Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant, Sociology

On Heaven’s Feel~

July 18th, 2008

Yes. The desire to protect something… is at the same time none other than the wish for something to violate it. -Nasu-

I like this sentiment, because it also describes the selfsame contradictions in religion. See, God is “good”. We don’t know that he is “Good” until there’s something “Bad” to compare him against. Therefore “God’s” righteousness is merely capitalizing on the human need for dichotomy and the intentional creation of an agent that would act as his negative number thus providing the choice.

To break it down simply, You want shoes to protect your feet. This also means you want to walk where your feet would otherwise be damaged without the protection afforded by those shoes.

To wish to be a hero is to wish for a villian to oppose you.

While we’re on the subject of Nasu, Heaven’s Feel is very near completion. And aassuming there isn’t a SSSSSSHHHHITSTOOOOOORM!!! around the deployment (in before the capabilities of the installer) I’ll be able to play through Sakura’s route by September.

UNG

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On Cooking~

July 6th, 2008

Roasted Vegetable Pasta

1 medium zucchini, diced
1 red or yellow bell pepper, seeded and diced
1 large onion, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
Salt
Pepper
2 large tomatoes, chopped
1/4 cup chopped fresh basil
2 cloves garlic, minced
12 ounces angel hair pasta
1/2 cup crumbled gorgonzola cheese

Preheat oven to 450°F. Put a large pot of lightly salted water on to boil. Toss zucchini, bell pepper and onion with 1 tablespoon oil in a large roasting pan or a large baking sheet with sides. Season with salt and pepper. Roast the vegetables, stirring every 5 minutes, until tender and browned, about 10 to 20 minutes. Meanwhile, combine tomatoes, basil, garlic and the remaining 1 tablespoon oil in a large bowl. Season with salt and pepper. Cook pasta until just tender, 8 to 10 minutes. Drain and transfer to the bowl with th with gorgonzola cheese on top.

OR ALTERNATIVELY

‘Wash’ (if you know how) the roasting vegetables with a dry chardonnay for a more dramatic flavor. Go with a small nonstick skillet instead of an oven roast and if you’re comfortable with higher temperatures roast them that way; keeping the veggies always moving. add in a quarter-cup of chardonnay and let it burn off, still keeping everything moving. Once the wine’s burned off, you’re done.

HOW-TO:

First off, master the Tip/ Toss/ Flip. Get an egg pan and … An egg pan is a small skillet, about a foot across with a shallow, curved lip. Master the art of flipping an egg on the pan without using the spatula and only holding on to the handle. It’s all in the wrist. Now that you’ve mastered this technique…

Coat the pan with extra virgin olive oil. toss your veggies in and start flipping. Cook over very high heat. Add seasonings. Keep flipping, keep everything moving. Add the quarter cup chardonnay and KEEP FLIPPING. If you do it right, there will be FIRE AND LOTS OF IT. Do not fear the fire, KEEP FLIPPING. As mentioned earlier, let the chardonnay burn off. Add to pasta, bitches.

Imported piece, Quick Post, recipes

An open letter to fucked up women everywhere.

February 9th, 2008

Dear ladies. Nestor here.
It seems as though we have had some problems in the past that I’d like to clear up before we can move on. You see, I love women very much. You are soft, cuddly, sweet, warm, friendly, sociable, funny, amusing, whimsical and altogether delightful creatures. I delight in enjoying the female figure with all five of my senses. I love the way you look, the way you sound, the way you smell, the way you taste, and the way you feel.

However, there are quite a few of you out there that are just straight up fucked in the head!
Here’s my open letter to those women who may be fucked in the head, or sitting on the fence, wondering whether it’s okay to be fucked in the head or walk the path of the enlightened adult.

Dear women,

Some tips:

1. Your chaotic personal life is none of my business. (By this I mean getting into fights, arguments, drama, and general asshattery)
2. Your traumatic past is none of my business. (It’s none of my business, I can do nothing about it, and all you’re doing is making me feel like shit.)
3. Your past relationships. (None of my business. I don’t have a want or a need to know, especially if it didn’t work out. Pssst. If you’re with me, your past relationship didn’t work out. just, you know, FYI.)
4. Your problems with people I know. (None of my business. If you have a problem with a particular associate, friend, colleague, co-worker, whatever, please take it to them. I am not a middle-man, nor am I a dumping ground for your problems.)
5. Your problems with people I don’t know. (None of my business. See above.)

If you cannot get through your day without telling me anything from any of those categories, then I’d rather you simply did not talk to me at all. So just, you know, internalize that list. Think of it like a game. the rules are simple:

1. You want to talk to Nestor.
2. Pick a topic.
3. Does it fall in the above five categories? If yes, see #4 in this list. If No, see #5
4. BAD END. Don’t talk to me! In fact, take 24 hours as penalty and try again tomorrow!
5. TRUE END! You’ve Won! Your reward is to talk to Nestor and have him talk to you! Be entertained!

Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant

On Writing~

June 15th, 2007

I don’t know how it is for anyone else, and I don’t claim to know, either- but when I’m writing, I have to shut everything else off. strip away everything else, and roll up my sleeves. It’s almost a holy process, I think. When you watch the Televangelists on TV in the heights of their sermons and they jump and sweat and writhe and suffer it’s alot like how I feel. there’s this… I dunno, tremendous energy within me and if I don’t shut everything unnecessary off, I’ll never get anything done. I’ll stride around, punching my fist into my palm, hit walls, slap people, chainsmoke, drink, fuck, whatever, but I won’t channel that energy where it wants and needs to go- from my brain to my hands, from my hands to the paper.

My best writing comes at the exclusion of everything else. I ignore everything except the most basic processes. Drink. eat. smoke. shit. I shut off all the viewscreens, turn off all the sensors, hunker down, zone out, and work. I wrote maybe twenty pages of collateral information, had maybe eight windows open, plus three windows of Olf’s forum open because it had references. and I wrote about eighteen pages of story. I have a prologue and two chapters written already, and I’m planning Chapter three and four as we speak. I stayed up until 3am this morning, just writing.

Some of what I’m having to do is dulled because I have to write out for myself information that supplements Olf’s world- He’s a busy man, and he can’t be at my beck and call all the time, so I have to gather information on my own. It’s not even anything he’s written, it’s an amagalmation of what I want, corresponding with his world.

It’s like this: I know what I want to write. Olf’s world has some restrictions and limitations that make what I want to write a challenge. So i have to write things out that fall within his parameters. It’s like this: “I want this. It would behave like this in his world- okay, so let’s work it in.” It’s that side-work that I want to ignore, but important details like this cannot be overlooked.

But oh man. It feels so good to write like this.

Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant

I hate you~

February 19th, 2007

“Dear Nestor,
I hate you.
Love, The World.”

“Dear World,
Choke on my boner.
Nestor”

You sycophantic parasites are symbiotically feeding off each others’ shit and it makes me fucking sick to exist cheek-by-jowl with shit like you. You make travesties and horrors the evening news and force us to gargle it all down like some minty fresh cocktail- I can remember throwing up, over and over again when I was seven years old, after watching the Challenger space shuttle blow up, over and over and over again on the nightly news. How many fucking weeks did we shovel gob after gob of fucking Columbine, watching the fucking kids jump out of fucking windows because they were so fucking terrified? 9-11?
Fuck you, I hate you, I hate what you’re doing to the human race. You vote in preassembled and mass-produced politicians, it doesn’t matter if it’s democrat or republican or even the Flying Purple People Eater Party, you’re still getting your ass ripped while the waxy, chemical smell of vaseline seeps from his plastic lips and glad-hand. You use stupid fucking slogans like “Vote for a Better Tomorrow” and have the temerity to bitch about today, when you should be doing something now. Tweenty fucking years ago you told my bright-eyed and hope-filled generation that we would control the world and we had a duty to fix it from the previous generations’ fuckups, but we’re just as fucking powerless now as you were then because you dumbfuck cockshits keep doing the same shit, day in and day out. How many times did you vote for TV, unreal reality shows that show just how fucking depraved and disgusting humanity is, when your own shit lives were equally fucking shambles? Voting for plastic breasts and vicadin, child-molesting popstars and ritalin, voting for Dr. Phil and Montel, instead of fucking solving the goddamn problems.

What sickens me more than you are your vacant eyed and slack-jawed children, pumped full of meds and told they’ve got a bunch of (perfectly solvable) mental problems, justifying shitting all over the place when they don’t get what they want. When Little Johnny fucking shoots up a goddamn store, instead of saying “Where were the fucking parents” we yell “Violent Video games are the cause!” No. It’s because Mommy and Daddy were jerking themselves off to another shitty fucking episode of Survivor and couldn’t be fucking arsed to tell Little Johnny that fucking little girls in the eyesockets is fucking wrong. Take fucking responsibility! Take fucking ownership! I hate you all and you’re a sickening disease. Seriously. No lies, no bullshit, no cutting corners: Kill yourselves.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

There are three kinds of people in this world: victims, survivors, and heroes.

Victims are the collective ashtrays and toilets that get shit on. worthless wastes that’d be better off getting killed off by predators. The ones that can’t cope with reality.

Survivors are people who’ve learned to keep their heads down when the shit of the world starts to fly. their creed, motto, slogan and catchphrase is “get through the day”. Better then the semicatatonic ands mildly concussed victims, but not by much, in my opinion. They’re “armchair politicians”, sports coaches, and whatever, sitting on the sidelines and bitching about everything. They bitch that they can’t take calls because there’s no cellphones and then they bitch because cellphones are starting to cause more and more auto accidents every year, they take stands on stupid shit like how chemicals used to treat boats kill snails but can’t figure out why their ten year old daughter is a alcoholic prostitute. they bitch that their food prices are going up and they bitch about genetic modificaztions that increse food production and they bitch that things aren’t fucking perfect and they never lift a fucking finger to do shit.

Heroes take what they fucking want. They grip the world and squeeze the juice down their throats. They’re the fucking players that get up there and fucking raise the bat and drive one out of the fucking park. They stand up and say “no.” without fear of recrimination. They take stands on shit that fucking matters. They get up on national TV and say “You’re a dumbass.” When they work, they work hard. when they play, they play hard. when they rock, they rock hard. They destroy/ climb over/ walk on things that stand between them and their goal, and accept no substitutes. They know when to prefer quantity over quality, and vice versa. They make informed, educated descisions. They don’t fuck around.

Decide for yourself here and now where you stand on the fucking food chain. Are you some goddamned limp-wristed KY-jelly squirting rubberbacked bedpan cleaning Flaccidor, or are you a goddamed Platinum Plated Pecker, firing wad after burning wad of Justice into the eyes and faces of the damned, screaming I GUARANTEE IT!

…christ. I think I’m gonna puke again.

Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant, Sociology

On Kana: Imouto~

January 22nd, 2007

So I’ve been playing Kana: Little Sister. I’ll wait until you’ve worked the typical “zomg” statements out of your system.

Okay. I’m only about halfway through the first arc or so. I dunno if I’m even making the right choices in the game. There’re times when the choices seem fairly straightforward like “Help her” or “Don’t Help Her” and then there’s completely obscure choices like “Give her a book with substance” or “Give her a comic book” and then there’s the ones that are fucking hillarious, like, “Comfort her” or “Grab her buns, honk honk!”.

It reads alot like Narcissu. you’ve got a younger sister with chronic illnesses and I think she’s probably going to die, but I don’t know for sure. there’re other people you interact with as well. There’s times when the main character comes off as a prick. total asshat. The kind of brazen stupidity where you wanna stab him in the urethra (the Yumi shit so far), and then there’re times when you can understand and relate to his thought process. There’s times where I laughed my ass off.

Kana is like that, too. There are times when I’m like, “So moe I’m gonna die!” where she’s so cute and adorable that you can’t help but go a big rubbery one over her, and then there’re times when it’s like, “Jesus Christ, girl. Where the fuck is your brains?”

To be honest, I’m so entertained by it that I wanted to play hookey from work and keep playing (:P). I’ll probably do that when Fate Stay Night is finished, but don’t tell anyone. I’m looking forward to playing that. I’ve got a bone for Saber.

I’ve seen the ever-popular image that’s spammed on 4chan from Kana, the coffee spitting image.

If you don’t know, you’re all “What’re you reading?”
“A romance book”
“Oh. What’s it about?”
“A brother and sister that fall in love and have an affair.”

I’d seen that image before I played the game, and was all HA HA OH WOW, but when I hit that part last night I was all OMGWTFOTL. The difference is that seeing an image without anything attached to it is one thing, and spending a couple hours getting into the story and getting to know the characters and suddenly BLAMMO! is something else entirely.

but so far, it’s a good story. If I’m not terribly disappointed by it, I’ll give yall a better opinion.

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