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the-kipsabian · 5 years

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3, 8, 9, 22, 25?

3. A game that holds a special place in your heart?honestly theres. probably a whole lot of these? but i just really wanna say ocarina of time, cause im like. way too nostalgic for this game and its like. the first game i ever fully finished myself? from beginning to end? and i was like. eight or nine maybe at max, i didnt know a word of english tbh and i just. did that tbh. finished the game. i think i saw my brother play it first or something, but i know for sure i beat the final boss of the game when i was very young so like. yeah. its special to me

8. First video game you remember playing?aaaaa i wanna say super mario bros. 3? cause that game was a very big part of my childhood so if it wasnt the first it definitely was one of them

9. Age you started gaming?i dont. really know? i have gamed like forever cause my brother has been into games and was enabled with that by our mom and grandpa for as long as i can remember lol, so i was always involvedbut if we like. start counting from when i started getting my own games instead of just playing whatever my brother had, then thats like. from when i was 15? or 14 or somewhere around there was when i got my first copy of mgs2 and that was like. my first OWN game instead of it belonging to my brother mmm

22. Video game character you want to/have cosplayed?aaaaaaa i do have a few! what immediately comes to mind, is the reboot lara croft from the recent tomb raider games cause shes a babe tho

25. Video game you wish you could burn from your memory?fucking. sonic 06. i bought this game as a joke to myself, fully knowing how bad it was and yet. i finished it. the ending is bullshit. the whole game is bullshit and its broken as shit. also i hate sonic so i dont really know what i was doing but yeah please i want to. undo everything about this game (i also believe i did erase it completely from my ps3 hard drive after finishing it and it doesnt have trophies to collect so i have no records anywhere on ps3 that i actually played it so we’re halfway there lmao)

video game asks!

#coughedfeathers #thank you for asking! <3

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63824peace · 4 years

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Monday, 14th of november 2005

I recently finished reading Michael Crichton's novel, State of Fear.

It's quite a provocative read. I wonder if he'll get away with it... it's only fiction, but its contents are as sensational as Heliocentrism when everyone accepted the Geocentric model.

State of Fear offers scathing criticism against the mass media. The novel is sort of a muckraker.

Everyone thinks that Global Warming has resulted from increases in carbon dioxide pollutants. At least, no one really doubts that explanation.

We might organize our common sense ideas on the subject like this: The Earth's temperature increases because of the Greenhouse Effect. Ice burgs will then melt, and the sea level will rise. After a while, some islands will submerge. Hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, and all sorts of unusual weather across the globe will result from Global Warming. It will become a matter of life or death for humanity.

We hear these reasons as persuasive evidence to ratify the Kyoto Protocol. Mankind must take responsibility for the global habitat and protect our future... we must step up and protect the globe ourselves. It's the only just solution.

That's the truth of the situation... at least, that's what everyone believes. I used to think that way too.

State of Fear capsizes our common ideas about global warming. Crichton confidently uses detailed data and pre-existing theories to refute our stereotypical notions. He resolves our common sense mistakes using a plethora of examples.

He goes on to assert that the media, political groups, and legal forces have manufactured our popular misconceptions about Global Warming. He warns us that they have manipulated our information. Crichton describes an Internet War in his book, but the theme resembles MGS2's theme with the Patriots.

He offsets the novel's fictional qualities with data and reasoning lent from actual published, publicly available resources. He includes an appendix in which he annotates all the documentation and resources supporting each assertion. Crichton turns his readers around 180 degrees, and he spins us using extant published research such as scientific observations, experiments, and simulation results.

I feel as though the scales have fallen from my eyes. The man is brilliant. He has a fascinating perspective.

Crichton has written on subjects that were ahead of the times throughout his whole career. He has written about the menace of extraterrestrial bacteria (Andromeda Strain), DNA manipulation (Jurassic Park), Japan-bashing (Rising Sun), sexual harassment (Disclosure), problems in the airline industry (Airframe), nanomachine technology (Prey), and so on. He has a keen sense of smell... he's a man of rare intuition. I had expected him to do something similar this time.

"What new subject will he explore next?"

Then I heard that his latest novel focused on environmental terrorism. I was sincerely disappointed. I thought, "Why did he write about that subject now?" It's worn out material these days.

I started reading and realized that I had worried unnecessarily. Crichton doesn't just write about basic environmental terrorism. His novel employs truly novel terrorist motivations, as well as new technical means of enacting the terrorists' plans.

Crichton has thrust a prose challenge toward the environmental problems that the world and its media have gnashed their teeth over. We would never have imagined anything like his proposals.

I have loved Michael Crichton's works for a long time. I've read all of his novels except Five Patients. I love how he erects a new reality with scrupulously researched information and loads of data. He always builds his narrative bases that way. Don't take me to mean that his novels are only informational though. The wealth of info doesn't detract from his great stories. Suspenseful, breathtaking turns await us in his novels.

We can learn the contents from dozens of books simply by reading one of his. We can enjoy the story and also become familiar with different world problems and situations. He introduces us to new technologies and information.

His readers experience an unknown world... he casts complexities in the mold of common entertainment. Crichton's charm lies in his ability to excite the imaginative intellect.

Specialists often write novels out of their particular fields... a former police officer writes about an ex-cop, or an active medical doctor writes about a doctor, or a lawyer about a tribunal. We see this often enough, but if a writer can't write from any base except his own experience, nothing else follows from him. We can't write an original story based on our worldly experiences alone. We need more to create mysterious, new worlds.

As the saying goes, everyone has at least one story inside himself--his autobiography. Creative writers must create new worlds though, one after another. Hence, they research unfamiliar subjects... they try to understand the world better. They establish an ideal worldview by thoroughly collecting data. They aren't field specialists, yet they still research and inquire until they arrive at a complete understanding.

Japan doesn't have many writers of this stock. The Japanese language won't see the same level of global dissemination as the English language. Authors from native English language countries have a global market. Their readers pay enough money to afford the authors a whole year during which they can write new material. That's why we see more English language novels written for book publication, rather than serial publication.

That could never happen in Japan. Nevertheless, we see some Japanese writers who defy tough financial times and write with Crichton's zest.

I used to read a lot by Mr. Toji Tanaka when I was a boy. He wrote with that attitude. Mr. Yuichi Shinpo and Mr. Hiroyuki Kurokawa adopt Crichton's approach in our current times.

I thoroughly gather research materials whenever I create a game because of influence from Crichton and like-minded writers. I read several hundreds of books just to make a single game. I'm often at the library... I even read through very complicated academic and professional dissertations. I watch numerous films (including documentaries), and I browse through countless photographs. I've started using the internet more often.

I'll go anywhere in Japan for research materials... I'll go anywhere in the world if necessary. I also interview living people. I must work with steady focus to create an original world.

I passed the Cold Stone Creamery after lunch. A line extended from the counter even in this cold weather. I had some time left, so I hopped in line.

Today I had the Berry Berry Berry Good flavor ice cream, wrapped in a chocolate cone.

In the evening, I went to eat at the restaurant Tsurutontan with Mr. Senju and Kenichiro. I had hot Mentaiko Oudon. Mr. Senju had Mentaiko Toji Oudon. Kenichiro had Hotate Cream Oudon.

Each order came with three servings of udon. Call us the Three Udon Trio. If we had added all three of our orders together, we would have had nine servings total. Then we'd have been the Nine Udon Trio!

I ate everything, but I think that I had too much. My stomach is full of noodles.

I had penne pasta for lunch and a pasta-like udon for dinner. I'm never invigorated by these kinds of meals.

I returned to the office and took care of paperwork. I had no time for creative work today either. I'll definitely work on the project tomorrow.

I left the office and started for the subway station. I happened to glance at the Hills Tower. Dim blue lights illuminated it from the ground to the top. It was beautiful, so I pulled my camera out of my bag.

Lots of people in Japan still say "Hai, chiizu!" ("Okay, cheese!") when they take a picture. In Korea they say, "Hai, Kimchi!"

I clicked the shutter.

The Hills Tower didn't smile, of course. Neither did its colors change, like the red eye-flare some photos get.

"Nonsense!" I grumbled to myself.

I returned my camera to my bag and tried to pretend that I was a tourist, in case anyone had seen me.

I turned again to go home. Scattered, fallen leaves on the ground caught my eye. I saw so many of them here and there. I wondered if they had fallen from the trees decorated for Christmas.

I looked around more carefully and found a trove of fallen leaves. I even saw some at the top of the Metro Hat escalator.

As though guided by the leaves, I descended the escalator into the subway station. I saw even more in the downstairs hall. Either the wind had blown them there, or they had clung to people who hadn't noticed them.

I scouted for more leaves as though I were a professional bounty hunter. There were some... and there too....

I moved forward every time I found a fallen leaf... following autumn's tracks.

What a surprise! The fallen leaves had scattered all the way down to the ticket gates... and there ended autumn's footprints.

Had the wind carried them there? Or had people? Or had they been borne there by their own passions? I wondered where they were headed.

I noticed one particular yellow, dead leaf. Many people must have trampled over it... they had beaten it up pretty badly. I felt a strange affection for it, so I moved in for a closer look.

Just then, a couple smashed right over it. They didn't care where they stepped. The last leaf shattered.

Autumn couldn't make it to the train on its own.

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