Aaaand she’s back. With thoughts on yet another game where you date 2D characters, of course.
This time, I’m here to offer my humble thoughts on a game called Wilder, created by [sonnet009 games]. The game has five total love interests, all of whom are djinn (the MC, who you get to name, is human), and takes place in a pseudo Middle Eastern setting–the ruler of the country is known as the Shah (a Persian term), the backgrounds suggest they’re in some sort of desert, etc. In this world, the djinn are seen as inferior to humans, being treated as nothing more than slaves, and MC is a girl from a rich, high-class family. You then get to guide her along and help her fall in love with the different djinn she encounters (yay!!!!)
NOTE: This isn’t officially a review; it’s more a way for me to process my thoughts and feelings about the game. So, beware–spoilers await.
So, esturd, you ask, what have you been up to in your first year at college? Decided on a major yet? (Nope.) Found something productive to do over the summer? (Nope.) Made friends, or better yet, found a significant other? (Uhh… why even bother asking…)
But you know what, hypothetical reader that cares about my life? I HAVE accomplished things. I am now in committed relationship with MULTIPLE 2D GUYS. Yes. Life is great.
tl;dr I discovered otome games and this is going to be the death of me.
Obviously, everyone has their own preferences, and some archetypes typically attract more fangirls/boys than others, but in one show everyone will probably have one favorite and one… not-favorite, if you will.
Haikyuu!!, on the other hand, makes life very difficult for its viewers by instilling all its characters with an easy, likable charm. Choosing a favorite character thus becomes infinitely more difficult. Everywhere I go I always hear, “Everyone in Haikyuu!! is so likable! I can’t choose a favorite.”
As expected. My commitment skills = close to none. It’s a miracle I even applied to college.
But also, I think I just needed to take some time to rethink my blog. If a blog is supposed to be “unique to you” or whatever, then I needed to do more than just churn out mediocre recaps and random assorted crap. I think one of my biggest flaws is that I don’t take time to perfect my work and just send in the first half-assed product I can get. I’m an anti-perfectionist, if that’s even a thing. “Good enough” are two of my most used words.
The thing is, that’s automatically creating a ceiling for myself and I know it. But laziness is more powerful than Goku in Super Saiyan mode. I succumb to it on a daily basis (and that chemistry homework still isn’t getting done…)
So, well, what does this mean for the eleventh moon?
It seems like things are finally coming to a head in Durarara. No pun intended.
Frankly, I still don’t know a lot of the characters’ names. But, in my defense, that’s because this show has them spilling out of its seams and never stops generating more. Most of the minor ones only get an episode or two of screentime, maybe even less, and they all flit around like ineffectual butterflies. But see, there’s this thing called the Butterfly Effect, which makes understanding Durarara’s narrative (or lack thereof) much harder for a forgetful viewer like me.
Don’t get me wrong–the past few seasons of Durarara have been hot messes, and I doubt anyone would dispute me on that. Some might argue that that’s the point of Durarara, an important facet of its personality, and while that may very well be true it doesn’t change that its nonlinear storytelling is damn confusing and hard to follow. I lost the narrative train on the tracks a long long time ago.Read More »
ESTURD: Hello, hello, hello. Welcome, one and all. Today we have some very special guests. Everyone, welcome the cast of Durarara!!
Ahem, well, only part of the cast. We forgot everyone else’s names, so unfortunately we couldn’t invite them. But that’s okay–it’s not like they did anything anyway! For now, meet Celty Sturluson, Izaya Orihara, and Shizuo Heiwajima.
It’s an understatement to say that Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu is my favorite show of the season. Its pacing is slow and lovingly deliberate, and its character relationships run so deep that it hurts my heart to watch them fall apart. And fall apart they did.
Sukeroku and Kikuhiko’s complex relationship is, I would argue, one of the most compelling aspects of the show. Kikuhiko is poised, polished, obedient; Sukeroku is wild, unfettered, impulsive. Here are two men as different as night and day, brought together by rakugo and torn apart just as easily by it.Read More »
I knew it was coming. I’m not stupid—I can read the signs: the sharp slant of his body and his cold eyes, the silence misting the glass between us, what else does a woman need to know?
I tried to run. But everywhere I went he was there, his name slipping from lip to lip as people milling outside the theatre whispered in excited tones. All the paths I took led to him. So I chose no path at all, instead listening to wooden sandals clatter past as I lay in my room. Maybe if I stopped running to him like I always did he’d stay. I needed him to stay.
The night I didn’t go to the rakugo theatre, Kikuhiko came to me instead.
All right, so I just started this thing today (yesterday, I guess) on a complete whim. Total impulse. I’ve put close to no thought into this, and frankly I have no idea what I plan to do with it next.
In starting this blog, I had a few goals. One, make something productive out of all the hours I was wasting watching anime. Two, develop my analytical skills and force myself to write more. Three, become an insanely popular and famous aniblogger. Earn money. Forget about college.
Clearly, I am being mature and thinking about the future.
Saying that this episode had me on the edge of my seat would be a vast understatement.
So am I the only one who thinks Yashiro-sensei is super sketchy? I mean, there was the whole thing with the red eyes sometime near the beginning, not to mention that Sachiko seemed to recognize her killer, and that all the brief shots of the killer we’ve seen resemble our hapless sensei. This show has not exactly been subtle, and it’s almost impossible not to suspect the sensei at least a bit.
This episode did nothing to assail my concerns. If the show’s pointing fingers, all the attention landed directly on Yashiro-sensei’s shoulders. Why you do this to me, Boku dake whatever-the-rest -of-your-name-is?