I WONDER HOW BAD THAT TASTES?
Warning! IRL nonsensical rant begins.
You know we, as a society, have some problems when people can’t even accept genuine concern, and warp it into something grossly overblown.
Is it my fault that, when I see somebody running towards the edge of a cliff, I feel compelled to shout “stop!” No, it’s not. It’s also not my fault that the person will laugh off my concerns and go headrocketing into a messy death several hundred feet below. Why does it infuriate me so much? Why do people refuse to accept sound advice and genuine help?
Instead, they accuse me of being jealous. Of what? Of what? What a knee-jerk reaction that is, to just lash out when somebody touches on something you know full well is… wrong. Jealous? You could not be more wrong. You could try – but you would not be successful (MY SANDWICH???). Why should I be jealous of something I already have? No, it’s not even that. It’s a wheelbarrow of dicks up my ass, that I feel like this. I have this strange compulsion to help people when they are being idiots/wrong. Oh sure, you might think that’s being overly intrusive – as I mentioned above; if somebody is running full-pelt towards a cliff, you should stop them… or at least warn them.
I try, and what do I get for it? Nothing? Nothing would be fine. No, I get scorn and suspicion, as if it’s just some sort of xtreme plot I’m pulling off to turn people against each other. Idiots. I don’t care about Eastenders style shenanigans. I just don’t want to see people go through THE SAME THING THAT I’VE SEEN SO MANY OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE GO THROUGH. Hey, what do I know? Nothing, if you’d ask them. Now, I’m going to quote verbatim without recourse, the smelly photocopier lady: “The quality of advice one gives can only be judged against the quality of life they have actually led.” In other words: LISTEN TO ME YOU COMPLETELY CLUELESS TWITS.
Or don’t. It’s no skin off my back if you want to make yourselves miserable, just so you have something to dwell on what you laughingly call a life. It should not bother me, but it does – hence, I rant. It makes no bloody sense; why would you latch onto somebody simply because they reciprocate the attention you give to them? That isn’t the basis of a friendship, a relationship, or anything more than some sort of weird ass symbiotic-parasite-host connection. It’s stupid. You’re stupid. You are eating shit and claiming it delicious, just to spite me because I told you not to, pretty much. Meanwhile, I’m doing fine and you wonder why that is… and you don’t take my advice when I try to give it? That makes absolutely no sense.
People.
Why do I bother trying?
Answer: Because I’m a nice person. I’m too nice for my own good; I feel for complete strangers, and I find myself worrying about them simply because I am a FUCKING NICE, COMPASSIONATE GUY. I’m the leader of the pack, the alpha, the plant that rockets up to absorb all the sunlight. It’s programmed into me to look after others and take charge.
It’s a shame. When the plant wars begin, so few of you will survive :(
…and the bakers…
Anyway,
So I played that Katawa Shoujo game the other day. I knew more or less nothing about it when I downloaded it other than 4chan had a hand in its development, and it was about a school for disabled students. I was actually pleasantly surprised that it had some taste to it, for a game that — should you believe certain image boards — is about fucking crippled girls. I’m not going to review it, or… well, even really comment on it, to be honest. It was an enjoyable way to spend 7-8 hours and it genuinely made me laugh on quite a few occasions.
I got Hanako. She’s the only one of the girls without a “physical” disability, you could say – being burned doesn’t stop her doing anything; her backstory is that Thes burned down her house whilst attempting to bake the Grand Cake.
For a free game, the production values were… rather impressive, to me. Aye, some of the art was bizarre, and it wasn’t all… uh… the word completely escapes me, sadly. Not all the art matched. The styles were not entirely… what is that fucking word? Whatever. I doubt I’ll play the game to 100% completion. For those of you who don’t know, the game has Act 1 and the choices you make during this Act lock you in with one of the five(?) girls, giving you effectively a few different paths to go down. As mentioned above, I got the Hanako route. I can’t say I was really trying, but whatever. Lily and Hanako seemed the most pleasant to me, because Shizune was kinda… bizarre. Emi reminded me of someone I knew and Rin was lolsorandum (probably hiding some DEEP depression) and to be honest, I think one path is enough for me, I won’t bother trying the others.
Check it out, if you want. The game is 400mb and free. Can you call it a game? Maybe not, but I’m going to call it a game, anyway. There are sex scenes in it, but I would laugh at you very hard if you were downloading it to masturbate to it.
You vile, disgusting creature.
