Due to a recent heatwave I've somehow managed to make myself leave my house less than usual, and as the day when BlazBlue drops into my mailbox approaches with the same speed that EU bureaucrats toil through red tape in their everlasting quest to destroy every last trace of Pwn on the continent, I decided to dust off some old games, for better or worse.

√ Guilty Gear taught me that true love can transcend the barriers of the sexes, the many dubious uses of pool cues and teddy bears and that male aerial pirates like to be called "STUD MASTER" be small girls.
√ Persona 3 and 4 has taught me that love can transcend the barriers of the sexes and that it's perfectly fine for me to be the little girl.
√ Final Fantasy X-2 and Dirge of Cerberus has taught me that Square-Enix needs to fuck off from making spin-offs.

None of these games, however, have protagonists that one such as myself can relate to. Luckily however, there's 2008's Hikkikomori Quest.

( Hikkikomori Quest: A retrospective analysis )

What a spectacular day it was! Glorious from the first few minutes of rubbing the sleep out of my eyes to this present moment of writing this entry! Blessed be the Chairman and long live the PRI! Within a time frame of just a few hours I've not only had the delightful pleasure of dealing with psychs insisting that I start using addictive narcotics to make me a less misanthropic member of society and been notified that I'll have the prestigious privilege of having to go another month without pay! Hailu Ilpalazzo! Also, western civilization as we currently know it is also being crushed under the weights of its own economic failures, which cheered me up a little bit as well. :D

Alas, all is not well. The very foundations of the Internet are currently trembling as a new disaster looms in the horizon. Namely, the Tokyo Game Show which kicks off tomorrow. Much like E3, events such as this tends to cause every retard and perman00b with a keyboard to cry out litanies of idiocy that can make the Death Note fandom look not-all-too-retarded for a few brief moments. Now, I wouldn't normally go out and mention a trivial event like this, but there was a particular rumor which has annoyed me somewhat in the past few days and prompted me to cautiously build shelter and procure provisions to survive the apocalypse. Namely, the rumor that Kingdom Hearts 3 may, just may, be announced at this show. The moment this rumor started, fangirls everywhere took to arms, unleashing wave after wave of attacks that threatened to shatter the very fabric of the Internet while the rest of us with dread recall the aftermath left in their wake the last time as the sheer volume of MS Painted Aku/Roku art and second-grade Riku/Sora fics written by 12-year olds cut a deep wound into our blessed Internet.

Now, because of my name and the fact that I used to roleplay as a character from that series it has become a common misconception that I'm a fan of those games. Which isn't really true, but let's not go into details. Seeing as I'm somewhat more bored, laptop deprived and dead than I normally am, I'm going to try and waste my own time by making a phony, supposedly productive entry here in an effort to waste my own time when I could be doing something productive that no one will read. Ehem.

( I'm so bored )

And yes, I've seen this and no I don't think it's a giant falsehood and recognize its authenticity, STOP LINKING ME TO IT WHENEVER I SIGN ON TO AIM, would you kindly? Thanks. :3
EDIT1: This means you too, bidoofs you gigantic faggot of proportions that rivals the size of Cid Highwind's cock.
EDIT2: HOLY SHIT SOMEONE LISTENED TO ME.

bbl, fangirling over S.T.A.L.K.E.R Clear Sky.

Today's adventure began when a certain faggot friend of mine (let us call her warplanes for the sake of maintaining her privacy) voiced complaints about me never actually posting anything here. Gasp! Shock! Of course this boils down to a very simple fact of life: I generally don't have much to say that isn't utterly uninteresting since my life usually consists of cursing objectivists, writing dubious works of literature, avoiding work, roleplaying as seme!women and being very, very bored. Ergo, the things I say and do tend to end up in the "shit nobody cares about" cateGORY, a bit like how I haven't really cared about my journal's layout in the past nine-or-so years. Clearly, this grievous issue needed a remedy - quickly. And thankfully enough, one such thing presented itself later in a conversation that didn't actually take place.

larkips: IT IS INDEED A PERILOUS SITUATION THAT WE FIND OURSELVES IN! WILL THE SATELLITE OF LOVE PREVAIL?
bidoofs: get a life lol
larkips: How does one such as myself attain such a powerful artifact?
bidoofs: idk lol go outside.
larkips: So what, is it like a game or something?
bidoofs: yes. brb having sex with the brave little toaster LOL!! キタ――――――(゜∀゜)――――――ンッ!!

Said and done, I tried the damn thing in order to murder some time. It was a fatal mistake.

GAME REVIEW: IRL
( Fuck no, you're the worst game ever! )

Oh yeah, happy birthday bobdelilah. A thousand lolis shall be shipped to your castle is Washington, etc, etc, etc.

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