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[umiman]

Casually.
All I did was casually cast my gaze into the crowd but my vision freezes.

- Thump

Golden hair and red eyes.
Her clothes are white as if they are a symbol of herself

- Thump

My pulse races.
My veins and arteries spring into action.
My nerves split, one after the other. My spinal cord goes berserk, as if it is about to leap out of my back.

- Thump.

The girl walking in the crowd is just... beautiful.
"------"
The distant dizziness comes back to me.
My consciousness swims, falling.

- Thump.

I- I can't breathe.
My fingertips tremble. The blood isn't reaching them.
My whole body feels cold, like I'm freezing to death.

- THUMP.

My heart beats in a rush, urging me to hurry up.
"Ah- ah!"
I can stand it no longer and unintelligible words escape my mouth.

- I can't think.
My brain tells me only one word.

- TH-U-MP.

Just one word repeating in my brain.
Her.
That girl.
I'm going to-.

*wheeze**wheeze**wheeze*

I feel sick.
I can't breathe.
It hurts to breathe.
For some reason, I can't remember how to breathe properly.

*wheeze**wheeze**wheeze*

My throat is burning.
My eyes are about to burst.
My palms are soaked.
I feel so cold- but I'm drenched in sweat.

*pant**pant**pant
... I have to follow her.
I have to follow that girl.
Chase her, chase after her and talk to her.
My frozen feet begin to move.

My breathing is ragged, like that of a beast.

I chase after the girl in white.

*pant**pant**pant*

The girl walks slowly.
She doesn't realize I'm following her.

"Ha- ah."

If I run after her now, I can talk to her.
Talk to her, and ask her name...

"Ha- ahah, ha."

-Ask her name?
Who am I kidding?
I know very well that's not what I want to do.
..... I know, but I don't know.
It looks like I want to do something else.
But I can't precisely put "what I want to do" in words.

The inside of my head is misted over, like a rain cloud.

"------"

My throat is... hot."
I can't breathe.
But so what?
It's only natural, right? I've just seen that great woman... it would be impolite not to get excited, wouldn't it?
Stop her and ask her name?
Hah! Give me a break. I'm not a kid after all.
I don't fully understand it, but there is only one thing I must do.

I walk with my hands in my pocket.
My fingers feel steel.

"Ku----huhh. Hehe."
How fortunate.
The tools are all here.

... She walks.
I leave plenty of room between us.
So she won't notice. So the other people around us won't suspect.
She and I are complete strangers.
That's why I have to do my best to make following her look natural.

... She walks into an apartment building.
I don't go in yet, but instead watch from the outside.
She takes the elevator up.
The elevator stops at the sixth floor.

I check the common mailbox on the first floor.
There are five mailboxes for the sixth floor. I touch one of them and feel a sharp sensation.
I smell it.
There's no mistake.
Her room is the third one on the sixth floor.

I enter the elevator and press six.

I'm excited.
I grip the knife in my pocket tightly while in the small elevator.
She's very close by.
Just a little more and I can          her
Ah, just thinking about it makes me feel ecstatic--
My whole body feels like a sexual organ just before climax.

I get off the elevator.
The sixth floor corridor is empty.
This is good.
Quickly- quickly! I want to do it.

----I arrive in front of Room Three.

I don't know myself.
What I'm trying to do.
Why I'm trying to do this.

What does           - what to do with that girl?

I don't know.
Still not knowing, I push the doorbell.

"Yes--- ?"
I hear the voice behind the door, and the door opens a crack.
In that instant- I slip through it.

"Eh- "
The girl says.
No, she tries to say.
She will never get to finish what she tried to say.
Because I cut her apart before she could.

In that instant, I slip through the door.
Not taking even a second, I draw the knife across the lines running throughout the girl's body.
Stabbing.
Slashing.
Piercing.
Driving.
Splitting into pieces.

Completely and utterly, I "kill" her.

The black lines that divide her into seventeen pieces.
Through the neck, back of the head, from the right eye to the lips, upper right arm, lower right arm, right ring finger, left elbow, left thumb, left middle finger, left breast, from the rib to the heart, from the stomach to the abdomen in two places, left groin, left thigh, left leg, left toe, all of them.
As I pass by her,
not even taking a second.

Truly, in an instant, entirely.

I "dismantle" her into seventeen pieces of meat.

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The above is an excerpt from the truly excellent Tsukihime, which is mostly a romance tale. Check it out if you have the time and aren't one of those people who mindlessly hates anything foreign. In fact, I think you need to give it approximately an hour for it to get good (just like you would a good novel), but it's not a bad thing as there's around 30 hours of gameplay to be had.

[Fishersalwaysdie]

This doesn't say much about the very game you know...
There is no link, no gameplay description.

[umiman]

I did that on purpose.

I find one of the greatest factors often missed by people is the idea of not knowing what you're getting into. It applies heavily for games like Dwarf Fortress and the one I'm referencing to right now.

This is one of those games which is best experienced by not knowing ANYTHING about it at all before engaging in it. Trust me. If you ruin it even but once, you'll never experience the sheer excitement and thrill the rest of us got forever.

Just like how if you read about finding HFS or sieges earlier, you'll never know the exhilaration of seeing the notifications without any prior knowledge.

I'll just tell you that there's a translation available at http://mirrormoon.org/  and it isn't aimed at children.

[subject name here]

I don't get it, is it a game for guro fetishists who can't get laid (Pardon the redundancy) or a serial killing simulator?

Edit: Or murder fantasizing guro fetishists who are also extremely awkward around girls? (Again, please pardon the massive redundancy of this sentence)

[ April 13, 2008: Message edited by: subject name here ]

[McDoomhammer]

No, I really would like to know what I'd be getting into.  I want to be able to find out a bit about the gameplay in any game without having to actually download and try it.

In this case, it's redundant.  If that's what I was interested in I'd re-read American Psycho, and I doubt any gameplay will change that.

[Mephisto]

A quick Google search on "Tsukihime" shows what it is.

quote:Originally posted by umiman:
<STRONG>Check it out if you have the time and aren't one of those people who mindlessly hates anything foreign.</STRONG>

It's not a case of mindlessly hating foreign things. It's a case of thinking the subject matter is stupid. It's an erotic game about destroying people by tracing imaginary lines.

[Sowelu]

I think that this is the only time in my entire life that I've actively chosen not to play a game because of moral reasons.

Well not so much 'moral' reasons as the recognition:  Images and actions stick in your head.  I don't WANT these ones.

[Tahin]

Guro in mah Bay12games forums?

[Cthulhu]

30 hours of that?

And I agree, I'm not going to play this game, for moral reasons, perhaps if I were traveling at near the speed of light, moral relativity would allow me to play, but not at a standstill.

[umiman]

No no no no no. I just copied this section over because it's a powerful scene. It's just a very good romance story with excellent writing.

... something which is really rare in Japanese novel games which mostly focuses on sex, the act of getting the poontang, and toilet humour.

edit: so no, it's not murder and corpse rape.

[ April 13, 2008: Message edited by: umiman ]

[Cthulhu]

What is the "Poontang", has it any monetary value, and how does one go about obtaining one?

[umiman]

Well, depending on the subject, value of poontang can change dramatically. It's quite a questionable investment, as the risk value is substantially high and reward can be quite indeterminable. Generally speaking, poontang is better when young (though unripe, stolen, or illegal consumption could lead to severe consequences) and the value decreases as time increases.

Furthermore, the value is heavily determined by the host and that alone is another strangely complicated matter. Generally speaking, the higher the value of the host, the higher the value of its poontang.

The weirdest thing is that all this is entirely relative. So while a poontang that is generally considered valueless by someone, it can be priceless for another. If possible, you should try all varieties of poontang as to get a good idea of what you like without any bias.

Obtaining poontang is generally considered difficult, but with a considerable median payoff. Since the dawn of man, there have been many tried and true techniques to the obtaining of poontang, but as to which is more productive, it is hard to say. Again, I would recommend you just do what you can and learn from experience.

[Cthulhu]

Well.
Congratulations umiman, you win Life.

[subject name here]

When I masturbate to people getting killed and tortured I prefer the real thing instead of cartoons.

So this is a no go for me.

[yamo]

One man's mead is another man's murder.  I tend to take the morally relativistic (non?)position.  If it is a game that gives offense the question remains "Is it a well made game that gives offense?".

[ April 14, 2008: Message edited by: yamo ]