Sun. Summer. Heat. Sweat. Humidity. A clear sky. The rainy season accompanied by the wet monsoon. A paved road. It has cracks. You can see the grass struggling to grow between them. Grass is green. Or blue, perhaps? I don’t know. I don’t want to know. Why I don’t want to know? Good question. To answer a question I picture an image in my head. Images. Images of someone. All I know is that is a girl, but I can’t tell the color of her eyes, or hair. How old she is. What she is wearing. If she is tall, or short. If she is pretty, or if she is not. Does it matter? Do details even matter? No. Or so I think. I want to think so. I want to believe so. I say I want, I want, I want. But why instead of “I want,” I say “I will”? Even if I won’t, at least sounds more resolute. Continue reading “RUN & そして明日の世界より”
ではお遊びをはじめましょうか。 Continue reading “ゲームの感想とアミちゃん可愛い”
There was once a boy. Handsome, tall, of average figure, accompanied by a downcast look. Inky dark hair, and a countenance seemingly calm, withstanding all trouble and hardships. However, though stoic and reserved, he had a hole right in the center of his chest, becoming deeper and ever so slightly painful. It was consuming him, tormenting him, and ultimately, it defeated him. That hole was called failure. After this fall, he tried to stand up. He mustered all the strength he could, and tried to walk. That very fist step was important, for that step alone would define if he either fell again, or if he would advance. Furthermore, his chest still hurt from his past defeat, and his feet were weighty, for they were tied to shackles. This shackles were his past. Past itself is not what had tormented him, but the deeds he had committed. Finally, the boy was capable to continue walking, now all his concentration focused solely on finding absolution.
I most recently finished 紅殻町博物誌 (Bengarachou Hakubutsushi), the second title released by Liar-soft‘s often misrepresented and even more unknown sister brand raiL-soft. This marked my first experience with both this maker and its flagship author, the enigmatic Mareni. He’s probably most widely known in the west for being the guy who wrote Albatross Koukairoku, and as the writer whose work has ended up at the top of many eroge difficulty charts of questionable veracity throughout the years thanks to his high vocabulary level and distinct style.
I started reading this by accident, truth be told. I needed a change of pace for the night while in the middle of the final entry in the Akatsuki no Goei trilogy, so I opened Bengarachou Hakubutsushi and there was simply no turning back. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before in eroge, with lines exponentially longer than what I was used to and absolutely spellbinding text that made me feel like I was reading something beamed in from over a century ago. A shame for AkaGoei (forgive me Kaito), but seeing this one through turned out to be the right choice as it quickly became one of the best experiences I’ve had in the medium. Continue reading “紅殻町博物誌”
So this is a new post format we’re trying out to see if it will stick. Every other week or so we’ll have a collaborative post by various contributors to the blog discussing what we’re currently reading – the format is designed to be a bit more casual than full reviews, so that we can just get our thoughts out in a more immediate manner on whatever we’ve been spending our time with.
Do let us know if you’d like to see more in this format; I’m not quite sure it has enough meat on its bones in the current iteration. I would like do to at least one more test post with more authors… hint hint.
Anyway, this week’s posters are sacred, Wahfuu, and myself (Moogy). Continue reading “What are we reading? Test Run”
First things first. What is love? Can we really define it? Is it something tangible? Probably not, but in occasions it punches people in the guts so hard it almost feels like it was. There must be something else to it. Something more than meets the eye. Something we can’t really understand wholly, in the sense and literal meaning of the word, and that may be seen as just another part of human nature. By some, nothing but the path to a mating ritual. It influences us, either as a father or mother, as a brother or sister, and it can define how we will be for a certain period of time, or even our whole life, at that. It can become intoxicating, a medicine for the afflicted heart, a necessity, nourishment for a wounded soul, an escape for those looking for refuge, or nothing at all. Our precious nothing. Love certainly comes in many forms and shapes, however, it is the human being who shapes it and embodies it. Thus, love takes a worldly shape – a human shape – ergo it transcends us, shapes us, or even rules over us. Continue reading “恋ではなく – Thoughts”
Quietly tucked away in popular moege company Lump of Sugar’s library of otherwise mundane tales of high school romance lies the sleeping giant that is Itsuka, Todoku, Ano Sora ni, henceforth referred to as Itsusora for convenience’s sake. Originally penned by veteran Shumon Yuu (more recently known from Asairo and Tenshi no Hane o Fumanaide fame) in the year 2006, it boasts an extraordinarily detailed setting populated with a cast of unique characters and a level of plot complexity few other titles can even begin to compete with.
Fair warning, this review will contain minor spoilers simply because the game is impossible to talk about in any significant way otherwise, but as always I will do my utmost to avoid anything that would seriously adversely effect a new reader’s enjoyment of the title. Continue reading “いつか、届く、あの空に。- Thoughts”