Saori seems down for a serious thing that’s cool, I am too. She just has to wear fake tan and eventually agree to go out with him.Īnyway I answer her questions correctly, I throw another pair of shoes at her, I take her picture, and we kiss. Still, this isn’t about healthy relationships, is it? It’s an exercise in fetishisation, about a man being attracted to a subculture, to an aesthetic, and about the woman who he chooses as an avatar of that group. We talk, and what this means is that she asks a series of questions about herself that I must answer correctly to raise her mood level. She agrees to another date, finally, a week later.ĭon’t I have anything better to do? Doesn’t she? If this was going to happen, shouldn’t we have hit if off, already, rather than me slamming myself against her like she’s a game of fucking Breakout? Write down her goddamn hip measurements in case they come up later. I stumble out of the date, and into bed and sleep then two breakfast beers, work, club. I forgot to get a screenshot of any of the dates, so here’s a picture of the hubĪnd I’m like, why’d you come out, Saori, if you hate cigars, and me, so much. She asks to do something else the whole time. Saori joins me, done up all fancy in a white dress, and she looks… embarrassed? Angry? Upset? Some sort of generic anime negative emotion, anyway. I take her out to a cigar bar the other options available are the park and a trip on a bullet train, and I don’t know about you, but I’m a sophisticated man and I like it when a woman smells like a carpet fire, so the way forward was clear. After chatting to her for a while, I dropped a handbag in her lap, and she agreed to a date. Gifts range from a DVD to a handbag to a pair of knee-high platform boots and nothing in-between. However, you must charm her further still (perish the thought), so you bring her gifts. I know these things now, about a woman that does not exist and is not even especially well-drawn. Her favourite shop is Toyku, and her favourite brand of clothing is EgoistĪnd, and. I remembered from my previous playthrough, back in 2003, that you have to remember these facts, so I started to write them down in Sharpie on a stack of napkins left on the table from last night’s takeaway burger. You are a ghost, an empty thing, rendered down to a cross between a penis and a fly trying to escape through a closed window, just buzzing, bumping, over and over. You are nothing: you have no past, no present, no future goals aside from the way that you want to get off with this girl so hard that you’re willing to run your life into the ground to do so. “Talk”is a generous phrase she simply states facts, facts about herself. Bother her until she gives in and talks to you.
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