Silvachief

You assume that they're actually going to do Kei's route XD

Wow, that's pretty rough XD

I've also started a little bit of Darksiders 2 and it looks like it should be pretty fun. Amalur was alright but it felt like an MMO without the multiplayer and I grew bored of it reasonably quickly.

First part of the post is up here. I'll be collating and relaying everyone's responses next week.

While i'm not Solidbatman, i've experienced both and preferred the anime.

Reminds me of this:

There wasn't any particular visual novel that got me thinking on it. I had done an editorial post of the concept of "Past and Future Selves" followed by one on various types of mind control and talking to a friend that edits my posts got me to thinking on how I could link them together, which resulted in this. I have a few more scenario ideas in mind that i'll post up next week some time, but if anyone else has any ideas then PM me and i'll write something up. Or if anyone wants to try writing a similar scenario themselves that would also be cool. Maybe I should start a forum game where the author of each philosophical scenario (not just related to this subject) picks a favorite response each week and that person has to write up the next week's scenario >.>

Agreed. There's no way we can really know how we would actually feel in that situation. It's fun to think about it though =) As for me...if I didn't sign immediately then the little sister would seal the deal. It's one thing to take the opportunity that has been presented to you and another entirely to knowingly deprive someone of their loved one (as they knew them, anyway). I think there's a chance I would sign straight away though...effectively ending another's life for my own gain wouldn't sit well with me.

That looks surprisingly like a place in New Zealand >.>

Granted. It's ass flavored. I wish we weren't repeating previously corrupted wishes XD

I think that, as Nohman mentioned earlier, it all depends on how you personally interpret the scenario. The importance of memory and how much of you remains the same without it is a concept we have no personal experience with and so it is up to the individual to determine how much of themselves - their personality and traits - they think would remain behind with the memories to back them up. I think the answers could be very different, for instance for someone believes in the existence of a soul separate to the body with the brain just being a relay and storage system versus someone who believes the brain contains everything we are as people (i'm not advocating for either side; just giving examples). I'm interested to see that it's people who don't see themselves as a new being signing, while the "new individual" advocates have all gone on with their new life. Just to double check: is anyone here uncomfortable with me sharing their thoughts on my blog?

I do plan to give P4 a go in the future. I love when JRPGs give difficulty options because I really don't play them for the challenge (which pretty much just amounts to grinding, anyway). And controlling all of your characters would make it so much better 2000....wow. I called it quits on Skyrim at about 80 hours when I had finished all of the sidequests and achievements except the leveling related ones. Granted my copy is on the Xbox360 so I don't have access to mods or anything like that.

Those are all very fair points. I guess what I was going for was the idea that this person without all of his memories might see himself as a separate being to who he was before the memory loss. By accepting the original treatment he loses himself and allows the original him to live again. Memories don't make up all of who we are, but I would be willing to argue that two people who are identical except for their memories are still very different. In my opinion the reason we aren't becoming new people every time we gain new memories is because we still have a connection to the person we were before the new experience. The blank slate still has all of the knowledge and subconscious life experience of the original individual but has no subjective connection to who that person was. I might take the girlfriend part out. Looking back at it I agree that it doesn't really add anything. As for the sister, while her sibling still exists they wouldn't remember any of the experiences they had shared together. There would (arguably) be no feeling of bonding or caring by the new individual. She hasn't literally lost her sibling but she is no longer able to interact normally with the person she once new.

Hey there everyone. I'm working on a series of posts for my blog that ask some philosophical questions that i'd like to share with you all. They all revolve around the concept of how you would react to finding out another version of yourself exists that needs your help, though that help comes in the form of your own sacrifice. This person, despite being you, is more or less a stranger. Do you owe them anything? What if they were an earlier version of you and you had the opportunity to make their life better, even if your own life would cease to exist because of it? Is their happiness worth your sacrifice? I'm posting this here because i'm genuinely interested in what you all have to say, but I would also like to post some of your responses on my blog as well, so it would be awesome if you could indicate whether or not you want your thoughts to be included. Post as much or as little as you like; I want to collect as many opinions as possible. To focus discussion i've written a short scenario for you. There'll be more involving other situations in the future if you guys enjoy this first one. Also, if you guys think another dimension should be added to this scenario for when I actually post it, please let me know! Scenario A Waking up in an unfamiliar room, you survey the scene around you. You’re not entirely sure how you got there, nor where you even are or what your name is. A man in a white coat enters and suddenly it hits you: this is a hospital. You discover that you’ve taken a blow to your head and have lost your memory. The doctor goes on to explain that your case of amnesia is a special one and that they have a new treatment that will allow you to regain your memory instantly; all you have to do is sign the consent form. “But wait,” You ask, ‘What will happen to the me that I am now? Will I forget? Will I just disappear?” The doctor can’t, or perhaps won’t, answer your question. Do you sign? Or do you take this life for yourself? Sensing your distress, the doctor folds up the consent form and places it in your shirt pocket. “Take some time to think about it,” He says, “In the meantime your…or rather, his family is here to see you.” As the doctor finishes speaking a young girl enters the room, tears in her eyes as she dashes toward you. “I was so worried!” She says, her voice hoarse. “I didn’t know what I was gonna do if something really terrible had happened! With Mom and Dad gone…you’re the only one I have left…” She goes to bury her face in your chest, looking hurt when you jump back in surprise. You’ve never met this girl before, yet you seem to be very important to her. Does the form in your pocket feel heavy? Does the fact that whether this girl loses her last remaining family member lies entirely within your hands weigh it down? It’s been an entire year now since you woke up. Your first birthday, as it were. Somehow you’ve managed to insert yourself into your body’s previous owner’s life. People attribute any differences to the shock of your head injury; it takes a long time to recover from these things, they tell themselves. As you leave your room and head for the shower, careful not to wake his sister in the next room over, the phone rings. It’s the doctor. “While you might not believe me when I say this, we’ve developed a new treatment which will return your old memories while retaining your new ones. I know you hesitated the first time round, but now we can get you back to normal without any side effects!” You’ve kept that consent form with you ever since that day as a constant reminder of the life you’re borrowing. Wait…borrowing? Is that really how you feel about it? How do you feel now? Is that form burning a hole in your pocket or are you just about ready to throw it away? The opportunity has arisen for the creation of a third version of yourself. Is it the best of both worlds, or yet another stranger with a claim to your body? ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Scenario B December 20th, 2013. Having just returned home after a long day out, you sit down in front of the computer to check your emails. Before you’ve had a chance to read anything, though, your screen turns black. You curse as you begin to search for what’s gone wrong, before flinching back in surprise as your screen flares to life with a crackle of electricity. Squinting, you are surprised to see that your familiar desktop isn’t what’s on display. What’s even more surprising however, is that a strangely familiar-looking figure features centre-screen. And what’s more, your distinctly 2D monitor has begun to display brilliant 3D images. The figure in front of your screen speaks. “Listen, I know you must be surprised right now, but we haven’t got much time.” The figure goes on to explain that they are you from the future. Their comprehensive knowledge of every embarrassing moment you’ve ever experienced convinces you. “There’s something I need you to do for me.” They continue. “X is at stake. You’re the only one that can Y and fix things. I’ve taken too long – it’s in your hands now.” Sparks fly from your monitor as the figure winks out of existence, smoke soon following. You weren’t able to ask any of the questions you wanted to, though you’re sure that what just happened is real. Do you trust this person, this you from the future? Would exactly how far in the future they were from make a difference to this? If you did trust them, would you comply with what they wanted? If X affected your personal life? A stranger you hadn’t met yet? Your friends and/or family? The world? If Y was simple but time-consuming? If it required you to stop working/studying to devote your full attention to it? If it required you to harm another person or group of people? If it required you to harm yourself? While the other you was in a hurry, you still have time to think about all of this and have continued with your normal life. In the middle of the day as you walk down the street, pondering this new development, you hear someone calling your name. Looking up, you notice someone waving at you from a nearby café. As you approach you realise it’s a distinctly older version of the person that contacted you the other day. After the initial amazement of really meeting oneself wears off, the future you explains that, many years after contacting you the first time, they managed to develop real time travel, and so here they are. They realise that what they asked you to do may have been hard to accept, so they’re here to complete the job personally. They thought it was only fair that they warn you, though they also stress that they will not tolerate you getting in their way. Thinking back to what future you requested, does meeting yourself in the flesh change how you feel about it? If you agree with what must be done, do you help them? If you disagree, do you stop them, even if it means ending their life? For this scenario you need to pick your own X and Y. They can be one of the examples i've provided or something of your own concoction. Also, feel free to choose as many examples as you want! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Scenario C You gasp as you jerk awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. But since when was your bed this…wet? Water falls from the ceiling, or is it the sky? “Ugh…not again…” Is all you can think as your sleepy brain finally kicks into gear. You’re outside and it’s raining, with mud running down your back from where you were lying in the grass. Looking around, peering through the darkness, you realize you’re not too far from your home and begin to trudge toward the warm bed waiting for you there. You’re used to this, though, as it’s been happening ever since you were very young. As you approach the house, a voice rings out from one of the front windows. “Hey! Hold on! Don’t get any closer!” Your Dad screams, pointing his trusty revolver at you. “Which one are you now?!” Sighing, but without missing a beat, you reply that it’s you, of course. “Oh, thank goodness.” Replies your Father, the relief evident on his face. “One moment though. How can I be sure you’re telling the truth?” By now you’ve become completely soaked. Shivering out in the rain, you relay the code you’ve been assigned, slightly annoyed that he can’t tell by now. You have a condition known as Dissociative Identity Disorder. For the purposes of this scenario this means that you have multiple completely separate personalities/individuals residing in the same body. You are the dominant personality, spending most of the time in control. Note: The other personalities can be of either gender. This is not affected by whether you are male or female. How do you feel about this? This is a situation in which your body also belongs to another individual. As the dominant personality, do you have greater rights than they do? Exactly how important are these extra personalities to you, assuming for the moment that they are nice people? As your Father opens the door you can immediately see why he was on guard. The entranceway behind him is splattered with blood and notches have been carved out of the wall. Unfortunately, this has happened some many times now that you are not surprised. “Mum’s down at the hospital. Your brother took her.” Your Dad relays, wiping his face with his hand. “Look, son, we need to have a talk about this. We wanted you to have as normal a life as possible but we can’t just keep sweeping his actions under the rug. It’s time to get you some help; we just don’t feel safe anymore.” You’ve heard enough. Mumbling a noncommittal reply, you make your way to your room. As expected, the door has been torn off its hinges, with all five locks smashed to pieces. You find yourself growing even more terrified of what he might do next. You’ve prepared for this day, though. It was surprisingly easy to buy cyanide capsules on the internet and you’ve had them lying in the bottom of your drawer for a while now. It would only take one pill. You’ve been lucky that he hasn’t harmed anyone outside your family yet or you would have been imprisoned for sure, but how long will that last? Your family is at the breaking point. Their love for their son and brother have kept them silent so far, but they’ve been dangerously injured multiple times now and this other you doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Do you take the pills and save your family the trouble of your existence? WHAM!! As you sit there, stupefied, staring at the space that had been occupied by the pills until just a moment ago, your Father pulls back the hand he’s just slapped you with. “Don’t be stupid!” He yells, his face red with anger. “You know we’d never want you to resort to that!” He looks down and wipes his eye. You think he looks ten years older than normal. “There’s…there’s another way.” Holding up another bottle of pills, he hesitates for a moment before placing them on the table next to your bed. He leaves without another word. You examine the pills. It appears that they can suppress your violent personality permanently, but as with all good things they come with a cost. Every single other individual residing within you would also be erased completely and forever. At first the answer seems obvious: take the pills and live a normal life. Before you fully make up your mind, however, the book lying on your desk catches your eye. It’s your diary. The one way you can communicate with the people you share this body with. He never wrote in it, of course. Flipping through its pages, you pore over its contents. Sometimes you smile at what you read and sometimes it makes your chest tighten. These are people you’ve spent your life communicating with. Do you take the pills? You would have your body all to yourself and never have to worry about suddenly becoming another person. You would never harm anyone without knowing it ever again. However, you would effectively end the lives of the other people you share your body with. Is the benefit worth the cost? Would the number of personalities make a difference? Would you hesitate if you had never communicated with them; if the diary didn’t exist? What if the other personalities weren’t violent and you had been given these pills as a normal treatment for DID?

I haven't been here long and I don't take part in each and every discussion but I enjoy having a place to talk with people who are into similar things (whether we're talking about said things or not!). I haven't seen anything particularly rude or untoward on these forums while of been here, though. All of the posters here seem like great people. As someone else mentioned earlier I also don't visit the IRC so that may be what you're talking about. In any case, Fuwanovel is a great place to spend time even if i'm not as involved as some of you. I know the feeling of losing (or feeling like you're losing) a group of close friends as your community grows from my MMO experience, so I understand how frustrated you must be. I hope you continue to stick it out here, though. Your input into discussions is always worth reading and your contest is a lot of fun. I also look forward to seeing what pops up on your blog in the future.

To be fair, my flatmate really enjoyed it. The number of times they use the "Do I have the right hole?!?!" joke should be more than enough to convince you to stay away though. The heroine routes are also pretty shallow and short, IMO. Corpse Party was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed it. The level of gruesomeness is just right, although for the later chapters I would recommend a walkthrough because small mistakes can send you back through up to an hour of unskippable text. The fan disk wasn't as good as the original but it's still worth playing if you enjoy the first game.

Granted, you now never make typos but you have the spelling skills of a baby skunk. I wish I knew what to do with all of my new-found free time.