First of all, apologies for the late update, had to deal with some uh, personal stuff I guess? P.S Chowder I really like your latest reply and agree with your points! (Well, besides the dystopian setting, but you’ll see more on that below.)
Can’t stop playing this game.
gorgeous graphics
innovative and addictive battle system
fun dating minigames
cute girls
dat fucking musicIs this the GOAT?
Dunno, do you like the goat girl?
heh
I’m going to marry a Goat!
It’s an alright game. 8/10 at most.
Shit game.
No, it’s a shitty game for idiot waifubots like you
I wish this waifu=bad game meme would die
it’s a stupid game pandering to idiots, what’s there to discuss
Are we being raided by normies?
m-muh normies!
fuck off.
fun things are fun
You’re not allowed to have fun with videogames.
This thread is closed
Halloween was back in October, but this terrifying tale didn’t become popular until now.
Reports say that Lilim across the city have been receiving strange transmissions, with messages that are confusing at best and threatening at worst.
The contents are not clear, as most of the Lilim can’t remember exactly what they had heard. But the most mysterious thing of all is perhaps the fact that the Lilim could not record any of these messages while they were broadcasted. It was almost as if something had blocked the Lilim from doing so.
While we have nothing but anecdotal proof, even among our own Lilim, the mystery behind these messages is one we should be paying attention to.
The world at large is still coming to terms with the idea of the Lilim being so quickly integrated into our society. Some say they can’t be treated as human because they’re immortal and as such, cannot really understand what it’s like to be alive. But most of the Kira Miki fandom would disagree.
”Anti-Lilim people are insane. To me, Miki knows more about life than I do, and I’m older than this damn city!” Richard Show, 55, told The Augmented Eye during a fan gathering.
”I’m with Richard,” added Nacho, 6. “I may be a dog, but I’m utterly fascinated with the way she writes about things in her blog. She’s impressed by everything! And nobody really knows what life’s about anyway.”
Glitch City is one of the few places on Earth that’s strictly self-sufficient, with an import rate of only 0.8%. However, that might change due to the recent shortages across the city.
Prime Minister QUINCY revealed this morning that the government plans to have a more relaxed policy for importers. “We won’t lift the currency control, but we can provide them foreign currency at a low fixed rate. That way, we can secure essential items at affordable prices,” QUINCY told AE.
Some experts say that private companies are no longer working at full capacity, which is unsurprising news given that the QUINCY government has seized most of them, resulting in the shortage crisis in the first place.
Okay hold up for a second. The game establishes that corporations basically rule Glitch City but now it just throws that whole concept out of the window so they can write some half-baked “ooh socialism is evil” bullshit. It’s also pretty clear what country they’re drawing parallels with here and it’s just vile, and tbh, pure propaganda as well. This fuckin game. God.
“How are you feeling?”
“Lilim are soft…and warm.”
“Come again?”
“You heard me.”
“So, on a scale from ‘steaming pile of shit’ to just ‘sad’, where are you?”
“Hm…”
“A sad pile of shit.”
“I still hate myself, I’m still sad as hell, but…how to put it…the noise stopped.”
Jeez, she reached ‘depression’ already?
“I don’t know if I explained myself.”
“Sorta, kinda.”
That’s the polite way of saying ‘nope’.
”Nightmarish.”
“…cozy, I must admit.”
“I can’t believe you paid Dorothy for that.”
“Well, if you wanna call that payment, I guess.”
“Hm?”
“I called Dorothy to tell her what happened to you and she was really concerned.”
“She stuttered for a second saying that she had the whole night to go and she couldn’t just leave for free.”
“I asked her how much and she said, ‘Enough to pay for this soda I’m having is fine.’”
I get that the game is trying to get me to like Dorothy, but the thing is, I will never like her. Ever.
“…”
“How did you get her number?”
“I have…contacts.”
“…right.”
“Anyways, Jill. If you need a second break, a drink or a hug…just let me know, you hear?”
“If you need a bartender, let me know though.”
“Nice to know.”
“Anyways, we have work to do.”
“Time to mix drinks and change lives.”
“Heh, it’s nice to hear that again.”
“Did you say something?”
“…”
“Welcome to Valha-…oh, it’s you guys.”
Unrelated to what’s going on, but what are your favorite dogs? Mine are Shiba Inus.
“Aren’t you a part-timer here or something?”
“My OTHER Boss.”
“You’re talking to the great Nacho Tumbleweed Jr.!”
“…”
“…Boss! I’m taking my break!”
“I know what I said earlier, but you haven’t even started yet!”
“Shit…”
“So, what brings you here today?”
“I wanted to see the place my best soldier is working at.”
“‘Soldier’?”
“Wait, aren’t you the dog that I served last Monday?”
Please don’t make me remember the prologue.
“…?”
“Oh! It’s you, Dana.”
“Soldier, why didn’t you tell me you were working for Dana?”
“No, that’s not Dana. That’s just J.”
“…”
“So I’m guessing you’re part of this whole CIRA thing.”
“Part of it? I FOUNDED it!”
“Humans have the best intentions, but they just don’t get us.”
“So I decided to create a place where dogs can be dogs.”
Ohhh I want to go there so bad.
“‘Here, we can take in any dog without a place in this world.’”
“We created our own heaven on earth.”
New drinking game for the LP: Take a shot for every MGS reference.
“And do you take Corgis only?”
“Do I look like one of those Seifar bitches? Of course not!”
“I’d include other animals, but sadly I can only take care of those who are of the same species as I.”
(“Sad thing is, I’d take him more seriously…but it’s a talking Corgi with an eyepatch.”)
“Will you get anything?”
“I’m fine. What about you, boss?”
“Manly stuff.”
”I’m afraid we don’t serve novelty bacon flavored beer.”
“…you sure?”
“Did I stutter?”
“…alright.”
“Yes! This is just what I wanted.”
“…”
“BLEGH! This tastes worse than my own butt.”
“Hey, you asked for it.”
“This is a really nice place, you know?”
“You picked a good place to work at, soldier.”
“Thanks!”
(“Does he really get paid?”)
Asking the important questions.
“Your efforts to keep CIRA afloat will not go to waste! We’ll make her better and better!”
(“I mean, we’re pretty much on the verge of closing. Can Boss really afford that?”)
“We have more urgent matters at hand though. Like the fact we don’t have enough balls for everyone!”
“Can’t they just share the ones we have?”
“You fool! Every dog has a right to have his own ball!”
Oh god the dogs have learned about private property help.
“If we can’t provide even that, then what’s the point of even trying?!”
(“Wait…don’t tell me she just doesn’t give a fuck and is spending all of her money like water.”)
(“I mean, what with the bar closing and all that.”)
“But many have enjoyed the boxes more than they do the balls!”
“That’s a good point.”
“What do you think is cheaper, a box of balls or a box of boxes?”
“Are there boxes of boxes?”
“Of course there are! How do you think they ship boxes?”
“Tied together?”
“Tied together? Don’t be silly.”
(“Unless she’s paying him straight from her pocket. Boss is that kind of women.”)
“This world is filled with all sort of recursive madness, you know?”
“Doctors consult doctors, boxes come in boxes, bottles come in bottles.”
This is some “we live in a society” level of analysis we’ve got going on.
“Ooooooh, as expected from you, boss.”
(“Wait…that theory only works assuming she’s paying him with money.”)
(“For all I know, she might be paying him with steaks.”)
That still means she’s spending money, Jill. Steaks cost money.
“So tomorrow you’re gonna check for people selling boxes, you hear?”
“Sir, yes sir!”
(“…except that to Boss, a good steak is more valuable than money.”)
“Wait, what if they come with foil?”
“Russenstrauss had to be taken to the vet because he ate the foil a piece of cheese came in.”
Honestly a more compelling story than whatever the fuck’s going on now.
“Curses! You’re right. We need a contingency plan.”
(“Besides, Boss is not one to scam people, let alone a dog…”)
“I wonder if we can strike a deal with the vet those Seifar bastards have.”
“She’s always so nice with us.”
“I know. Her smile is so cute too.”
“So it’s better that we vet for a vet?”
“Yes, put that on the list.”
(“Oh yeah, forgot she knew the dog.”)
“Are you staying for a while?”
“I was just passing by, I’ve got some errands to run.”
“Great! Gil can go with you.”
“I can?”
“You WILL.”
“I’ll still get paid for today, right?”
”Hahahaha no.”
“That depends on Nacho’s evaluation.”
“sigh”
“Oh, I’m paying him anyways, by the way. Just wanted to mess around with him.”
”Just kidding I’m not paying him shit.”
“No, that’s not the problem here.”
“Why make him do that?”
I’m pretty sure it’s his destiny to suffer.
“Gil looked like he needed to take a good break, and he’s the kind to just not accept such a thing.”
“But with Nacho, he’d have SOMETHING to do. AND he’d be away from the bar for a bit.”
“When you put it that way…”
The best way to establish that a character is a good person is to have people talk about how they’re a good person.
“Yeah.”
“So, you having anything?”
“Okay.”
“…shit, I missed the chance to ask how, or if he even gets paid with money.”
“Man, I sure need to get wasted.”
My thoughts exactly.
“I fail to see how getting wasted will make you feel bett-…SHIBAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
“For fuck’s sake, you piece of scrap, we just got out of a building full of dogs.”
“But this one has a Hawaiian shirt! And sunglasses.”
It’s hard to argue with that logic.
“Hey there, robot.”
“And he talks!”
“sigh”
“Welcome to Valhalla.”
“Get me a Beer, will you?”
“Gotcha. Does Deal want anything?”
“Okay…roll!”
“SIR, YES SIR!”
“So cute…”
“He’s fine.”
“Just a Beer, then.”
“Friday-after-work isn’t just a Beer though. It’s THE Beer.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Making it a big one because we’re really nice like that. And more money is always good.
“Yeah!”
“Cheers!”
“Hey Jill, do you like Beer?”
I don’t think anyone likes beer so much as they eventually accept the taste of it.
“The amount of Beer cans in my apartment is becoming a problem, actually.”
”I’m a barely functioning alcoholic!”
“I had this friend back in high school who made some pretty nice crafts with them.”
“I’m still in contact with him if you’re interested.”
“No, thanks. The last thing I need right now is more crap taking space.”
Couldn’t she just…take out the trash? It really is not that hard.
“So, how are things up at dog town?”
“Well, that Laura girl is stirring things up, for better or for worse.”
“For worse?”
“She’s…um…like a rabbit.”
Does that cute flop thing when she feels safe?
“An overtly politically-correct rabbit.”
Time to complain about the SJWs again, huh?
“R-Rabbit?”
“Never had a pet rabbit? They’re a nervous mess that gets startled over the littlest of things.”
“And this girl is on the constant lookout, scared of saying something that might irk someone.”
“It doesn’t have to be the person she’s speaking with, even.”
“It’s no problem in the company, but the other day, we went out together and holy shit!”
“Poor girl can’t speak properly.”
“She pauses every sentence to make sure she doesn’t say something offensive.”
“She’s a nice girl, and it’s sweet that she tries so hard not to offend anyone.”
“…but seriously, she tries to hard.”
Considering this game’s fucking writing, the problem is probably that she even tries at all.
“You don’t help either.”
“You randomly yell ‘WHAT DID YOU SAY?!’ whenever she’s within earshot distance.”
I sure am glad that the only lesbian character that’s alive is a complete dick.
“Yeah, well…”
“It’s just that…she looks so cute when she’s startled.”
“Like a rabbit.”
“It raises up the question of whether she’s really like that…”
“…or if you’re the one making her wary of anything she says.”
“Well, why don’t we test that?”
“How?”
“You go out with her.”
“Why?”
“To test if it’s really me who makes her like that.”
“…”
“It’s not like you can say no, you know?”
“I mean, it’s my honor that’s on the line here.”
“I wanna prove you’re only talking shit about me.”
She deserves it, though.
“Even if you were right, you have…quite the fixation on that girl.”
”Almost as if the writer doesn’t know how to write non-predatory lesbians…”
“She’s fun.”
“Fun how?”
“She actually reacts when I tease her.”
”Most people just tell me to fuck off.”
“…”
“You take it in your stride, but she actually gets startled, squirms and gets uncomfortable!”
“How is that any good?”
“She’s cute and her reactions are cute.”
“But if you keep it up, she’ll either leave or get used to you.”
“You know…like me.”
“Shit. You’re right.”
“I must save my teasing for when the moment is just right, then.”
“No, that’s not the problem.”
“It is for me.”
“And what are you doing here? What about the dog?”
“He said he had to go out…”
“By the way, he said his name was-…”
“Say, this Laura girl. Do you guys get along?”
”We’re about five minutes from mutually assured destruction actually.”
“I wouldn’t know. We get along as co-workers at the very least.”
“…”
“What kind of girl is she? Aside from the whole politically-correct rabbit…thing.”
“Slow.”
“She’s the kind that does things so carefully that she does them really, really slowly.”
“Really, REALLY slowly.”
“I can’t deny that when she actually finishes stuff, she does a great job, but…”
“It’s unnerving.”
“She doesn’t actually have to be with us in the building though. She’s more like a freelancer.”
“Why is she there then?”
“Because she likes dogs.”
The only good motivation.
“And that’s why I insist that you two would make a fine couple.”
“That’s a really superficial sentiment. It’s like saying you’d be fine with someone because you’re both women.”
“…”
“Okay…bad example.”
“May I say something?”
“By all means.”
”Fuck this.”
“If that Laura girl is really as…bland as you claim her to be, wouldn’t she be better off with a more…um…”
“A more assertive person…Lilim…uh…”
“A more assertive partner?”
“Yo, piece o’ scrap, she’s totally calling you a pussy.”
Haha misogyny. Because lesbians are misogynists I guess.
“…”
“She’s right though.”
“Sharing interests and being compatible are totally different things.”
“But then, you’d totally be underestimating the power of LOOOOOOOOOVE.”
“Whether you want to admit it or not, love changes people for better or for worse.”
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll become more assertive after spending more time with her.”
“Or she’ll drive me nuts.”
“I guess that’s a possibility too.”
“Still, why are you so insistent on me and her getting together?”
“Because she’s like a cute rabbit…so someone might try to eat her out there…”
Unfortunate phrasing.
“It’d be a lot easier to keep her in my sight.”
“So in short, your motherly instincts arose because of Laura.”
“sigh Why not see if she likes you and-…”
“…you already tried to hit on her, didn’t you?”
“You make me sound like some skirt-chaser.”
“…”
“…she’s not into girls.”
“How did you find out?”
“I asked her directly.”
”She said something about the lesbian quota already being filled.”
“Of course you did.”
“She seemed…uh…giddy afterwards though.”
“I heard her muttering something about meeting her first lesbian…”
“It was weird.”
“Okay…enough Laura for a night.”
“That-…”
“Refrain from using any ‘That’s what you said last night’ jokes or variations thereof. Please.”
“…party pooper.”
“Let’s get a drink then.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’ll have a Bloom Light, please.”
“Get me a Fringe Weaver.”
“Alright.”
“I wonder why it’s called a Bloom Light.”
“Seems it was first developed at some video games event.”
E3 2069 was a wild, wild ride.”
“The creator said something about making the attendees feel like their customers do.”
Love consumer advocacy.
“Said attendees were, of course, part of some big games company.”
“Seems that company always used too much bloom lighting, so the bartender there litteraly made them drink all the bloom.”
“So it’s not called that because it glows in the dark?”
”It’s actually just that glowstick liquid poured in a glass. Sorry about that.”
“Not this one, no.”
“Come to think of it. Did you ever change because of a relationship, Jill?”
“Would you say for better or for worse?”
“…”
“In more ways than one, I guess.”
“I guess for the better. I’m too thick-headed to develop any new bad habits.”
“Although thanks to my first boyfriend, I did pick up a very annoying habit of correcting people’s grammar on the fly.”
“Pretty annoying when I think back to it.”
“So you were one of those kinds of people.”
“As for me, sometimes I think I became more…err…what’s the word?”
”Obnoxious?”
“Cynical? Jaded? Bitter? Tired of the crap this world and everyone in it throws on a daily basis?”
“Hey…”
“I’m just quoting you.”
“sigh But yeah. I think I became all that because of this one girlfriend I had in college.”
“She got me into the whole activism thing in the first place.”
Oh boy oh boy time to hear what this game thinks of student activism.
“How is that bad?”
“We’d all go and protest. We’d start all kinds of movements to see things changed…”
”…like getting Japanese games completely uncensored…”
“I really got into the whole thing.”
“But whenever I wanted to get more serious, I’d find myself coming up against a wall.”
“That wall is an analogy for the fact that not everyone was willing to go that far.”
“I found out pretty fast that most of them were in the whole thing because of some shitty fad.”
“And not because they actually believed in whatever movement they were championing.”
“So I moved from group to group, only to find people who were in it because of a fad.”
“And when they were not in it because of a passing fad, they were of the dangerous extremist kind.”
How much do you wanna bet she has a Twitter account dedicated to like, complaining about ‘tankies’ or whatever.
“My tolerance for people’s shit was greatly diminished after all that.”
“So it wasn’t so much the person you had a relationship with, but rather other people.”
“…um.”
“You seriously never thought about it that way?”
“Uh…”
“You need to stop putting the blame for what you do on past relationships.”
“Whatever!”
“Where’s the other guy, by the way?”
”Dead in Miami, unfortunately.”
“He…had to escort one of the dogs outside.”
“Figures.”
“Oh, yeah. The one that was here asked if you were ‘the nice vet lady that works at the Seifar Toy Company.’”
“I suppose he’s interested in talking to you or something.”
“Why didn’t he do it then?”
“I don’t know.”
The mind of a dog is a mysterious thing.
“You’ve been doing a few jobs on the side, haven’t you?”
“The pay from the dogs isn’t enough to keep up with the mounting debts. I don’t know how you do it.”
(“It’s hard to believe dogs pay you at all…”)
(“…but this is coming from someone working at a place that pays a dog for doing fuck all.”)
(“Or at least I THINK we’re paying him. I’m not completely certain we do.”)
“Will you get anything else?”
“Well…”
“We’re fine, but we have to get up early tomorrow. And by ‘we,’ I really mean her.”
“She got invited to a picnic and I won’t stand to hear another ‘had to go to a picnic with a hangover’ story.”
I don’t think I’ve ever actually been to a picnic. Must be nice.
“Fiiiiiiiiiine.”
“Let’s go then.”
“Please come again.”
“Man, you’re such a party pooper.”
“You’ll be the party pooper tomorrow if you keep drinking.”
“Boss, I’ll take my break! Call me if someone comes.”
“Alright.”