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@Fred the Barber

I lost my likes in the deletion of the warning thread. As such, I cannot like your post. Sorry for your loss, Tay.

It is all around better than Vesperia... but Vesperia's Yuri was a Batman-style character... pure heart *snickers*

I couldn't simply allow this day to pass without trying to do something. Here's a poem I think I may have tried before, I'm unsure, in all it's incomprehensible glory. But worry not, there's a second poetry reading, a bit more normal this time.

As for that matter, I don't think G.O. himself was real life scientist although I wouldn't be so sure about that. What I knew is that to find out that Himawari was good or not, it's up to you to decide later.

"colorized"

One of the problems with that mode of thinking is that VNs are very much like books, in that you can't tell what the content is like by the cover in a lot of cases. I remember when I played Erect, I'd anticipated 'just' a nukige and was planning to drop it if my supposition was right... but it actually turned out to be something a lot better. In the same way, I've encountered a number of games that looked generic on the surface but had hidden depths. Just looking at the covers of most Clochette games, for instance, you would never imagine the quality of the narrative and settings in those games... That was my main reason for my search. This is born of my belief, nurtured when I began expanding my anime horizons about the turn of the century, that genres I am not really suited to can still have stories I can enjoy. This was confirmed repeatedly in my experiences... but at the cost of experiencing some truly horrid anime and VNs, lol. I'm a story addict... whether it is a personal story or a grand one, I love a good story. I read, I read, and I read... I live to read. Edit: Also, there is nothing more pointless than telling a junkie he has a bad habit... he knows but he doesn't care if it destroys him, lol. I'm the guy who rearranged his entire lifestyle around playing VNs, after all.

It's too dangerous to go alone, take this!

I found a bug, it's a real big problem actually, I'm surprised you missed it. SQUISH Fixed it, no need to panic.

At least there's no rollback, though I must say that I understand the reason behind the update though (Yesterday the spam thread was almost took two pages of introduction section).

"A joke"' huh. There's a fine way to describe these periodic events.

Does one of your exams involve scholarly analysis of Orwell's works, by any chance?

Oh thank God. I was honestly on the verge of ca- *sniffle* The Animal Farm reference makes me want to like the post twice

The translation for Runa route was finished according their tweet below: Look forward to Runa's patch here then.

Recent events have compelled me to contemplate the Oxford comma to an even greater extent than usual, so let me share a story to convince you that, in addition to using the Oxford comma in writing, you should enunciate it in your speech. I was getting pizza some time ago. But I must note that it was one of those pizza places where they make little quadrilateral pizzas for a single person ("single" having two meanings, probably). I normally wouldn't concede to the expenses associated with such a bourgeois establishment, but the meal is quite cheap when one orders a full-sized square pizza―probably because they aren't meant to be eaten in one sitting―and, most notably, the meal comes with a free side order. As such, the cashier asked which side I would like, and I will transcribe this in such a manner as to accurately represent her enunciation: "You want bread chips or carrots?" I cannot think of how to tell this anecdote without now giving away the catch, which the keenest among you may have already ascertained: The sentence was actually, "You want bread, chips, or carrots?" But I am not the keenest among us, and the fact that there was no pause between the "chips" and "or" suggested, in my mind rightfully accustomed to the Oxford comma, that there were only two items: bread chips and carrots. I sought to confirm this, asking, "Bread chips?" And she, wielding the apathy of an employee who unwittingly tempts the manager into automating all the cashiers, recited the items with the selfsame cadence or lack thereof―"Bread chips or carrots?" This corroborated my confusion, and I thought to myself, I have no idea what bread chips are, but I know I don't want carrots. So I said, "BREAD CHIPS." She replied, "Chips?" And then I might have said "BREAD CHIPS" again―I forget―but apparently I conceded to chips eventually, and went to await the production of my comestibles thereafter. Not even at this point had I come to realize the situation, as my friend labored for some time to explain it to me. The Oxford comma was not the instigator in this story; it was a reluctant spectator, a single tear running down its cheek. I implore you to take this experience to heart.

Please dont go there.