Confession: I confess I worry I am a bigot. I know making love interests “playersexual” is intended to be inclusive and maximize options, that RPGs are largely about fantasy wish-fulfillment, and that my playthrough is not affected by anyone else’s. But knowing every potential love interest could go either way decreases my immersion because I know this is statistically uncommon. I preferred my party having a mix of orientations: it felt more real.
Repeat after me, OP: Four bisexual people in the same city is not less realistic than:
- Magic that you can use to cause flame or ice or lightning fly from your fingertips
- Literal Demons
- Literal Spirits that take possession of people
- Elves that run around barefooted literally everywhere.
- A culture that worships dogs using “bitch” as an insult
- (seriously did NO ONE in the writer’s room raise their hand and go “Wait a second here maybe we should rethink this…”?)
- An ancient order that uses the blood of corrupted monsters of an unknown sinister origin to allow them to fight said monsters better.
- USING LAVA AS A LIGHT SOURCE WHERE YOU ARE IN AN ENCLOSED CAVE STANDING FIVE FEET AWAY FROM IT AND DOING JUST FINE.
- GIANT FUCKING SPIDERS SERIOUSLY I AM TALKING HUMMER SIZED
- Cutting people apart and stitching them back together frankenstein style and having that actually work.
- Giant gray-skinned horned people.
So, yes, OP. If you’re going “The fact that four bisexuals are in the same city and also hang out together, THAT’S what breaks my immersion” you might want to rethink your priorities. Sorry, but them’s the breaks.
Golden Sunset, Santorini, Greece
photo via besttravelphotos
Foggy Night at Caldicot Church by Terry Winter
Robert Hass (via victoriousvocabulary)
Ehhhhhh…. there’s a “writing high,” something like a runner’s high, though I’m sure it engages a different part of the brain. Getting to the place where the endorphins kick in is the rough part.
Yeah, it’s like pulling teeth getting started, but eventually something clicks and I just want to KEEP WRITING FOREVER. Of course, by that point it’s usually some hideously inappropriate time like 2 AM on a weeknight, and probably I also have a deadline less than 24 hours away, but hey.
- From “Mousou Dairinin (Paranoia Agent),” directed by Satoshi Kon (2004)
- anime trash
- anime loving trash
- anime fan
- LITERALLY ANYTHING BUT OTAKU
- DO YOU HATE YOURSELF OR???
….yeah, calling yourself trash is better than calling yourself a word that has different connotations in English than in its original language.
Right? The irony of a post suggesting that you call yourself trash ending with “DO YOU HATE YOURSELF OR???” is staggering. Plus, while “otaku” definitely has more negative connotations in Japan than in the English-speaking world, I feel like the anti-“otaku” crowd sometimes overstates what a HORRIBLE HORRIBLE WORD it is, LITERALLY THE WORST WORD EVER and NO ONE WOULD OR SHOULD USE IT FOR THEMSELVES BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A TERRIBLE INSULT!!! Like, if you think Japanese fans don’t ever refer to themselves as “otaku” in a moderately self-deprecating way (much like Western use of “weeaboo,” the “haha yes, I know I’m a weirdo loser, right?” thing), I don’t know what to tell you.
It’s here! It’s here! It’s finalally here!
That game that’s been eating my life this past month is finished and ready!
Remnants of Isolation is an old-school style RPG featuring a mysterious weird lady and her new goofball buddy as they try to get out of the creepy castle where they’ve been imprisoned. It takes about an hour to play.
I did the main characters’ art and some of the other graphics, as well as editing the dialog and narration. Please check it out, and give us a vote at the contest page between July 1 and July 7
I hope y’all enjoy it!
EDIT: Turns out that the game engine (which was dictated by the contest we made the game for) is not compatible with Mac OS. :( However, there are some solutions available if you don’t have access to a non-Mac!
THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THIS ENTIRE TELEVISION SERIES AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
WHAT HAPPENED HERE I DON’T UNDERSTAND
HE SHOWED HIM THE CARPET THAT MATCHED THE DRAPES
(From: “Fruits Basket”)
I saw Fruits Basket when I was 8 and I had no idea why my parents where laughing so hard, then I watched it again a few years later and realized why they where laughing and nearly died.
This is a great gifset, but reading the words “I saw Fruits Basket when I was eight” has been my feeling-old moment of the day.