Monthly Archives: July 2006

July 8, 2006

A Genuine Confession

By omo

In some ways I’m glad most porn games are terrible, because I don’t know what I’d do when I run across a good one.

In as much as the fact that I do play them, I have to confess. This entry isn’t titled “A Genuine Repentance” because I don’t know how I’m going to get to that stage, yet. Believe it or not, I am on the way there and I think it’s a place I want to be, and it is nice to not feel terrible after spending an hour which amounts to a total waste. Ah well, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

Faith is like a seed, but so is temptation. When I not only download (another thing I am slowly working away with), but play a porn game, it means that I’m probably:

  • Bored.
  • Not just that, but have something better to do, and is being a bit escapist.
  • And I’m not suppose to be playing it (cos I won’t get myself into a position where I am supposed to…? With maybe one exception of playing it because I’m doing someone a favor.)

But that is just the rational reasons. In as much I am shameless enough to blog about this in public, the point I wanted to make is that I don’t really think it’s good for me to play porn games. In one sense, I am doing so out of my respect of advice of others. In another sense, I do it as a dare to myself in overcoming sensualism. Black Lagoon shouldn’t compel me even if it is really compelling, should I choose to resist. Purity of mind is not just an ideal state, it is holiness and a desire. If I have the choice to yield my soul to God or to devil, I should have the choice to not yield to either, at least being able to maintain the illusion thereof. I don’t really care much in reality what happens when I do give in, but philosophically it just seems to be a prudent idea to not to give in. The little bit of logical reasons to not to give in pushes it over.

On the other hand, there is no deny in the “high” one could get through the right kind of porn. Women would not be able to seduce men if that was not the case, God forbid, and for the sake of gender equality some men likewise will fall to this vice (for the sake of argument). World economy will shrink in crazy numbers. People will fall out of jobs, entire industries dying and marketing has to rethink and reinvent itself. I suppose that’s not all bad, but in a greater sense porn has its place in the world.

In as much as all good things comes from God (again, for the sake of argument), some things are better than others. Perhaps it is all just an exercise to know what is better and to not give those up for things less. That’s just one take on the matter, I know, but it’s awfully close to where I stand on it.

I suppose if I am to confess I ought to come clean with it. First, I did play a porn game just today, and I enjoyed it. It compelled me to blog this confession partly because I feel the need to voice out, in the sea of general acceptance of this kind of things amongst the fans, that some people choose to draw the line at this place. However, partly I blog about it out of its goodness. In our fallen world truths are often half-truths, a whisper of praise and recognition of a bad thing may stand in honest and purity. Like shiitake on cow dong. By recognizing that it is good I have to do the game creators the least that I could do: link to them.

The real confession, and conviction comes, from that ultimately if I were to play by the rules I outlined above I will always be shackled to things that I despise. Fairness and goodness demand it. In the chain reaction of half-truths and broken but beautiful things, I have learned to love it. It is probably a greater sin in that.

Of course, thankfully, you all know the answer to that Catch 22, RIGHT?

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July 7, 2006

For the Pursuit of the Perfect Union

By omo

I think subs are a crutch.

Crutchless

I mean, closed captioning…that’s what it’s for, right? If you are deaf, you can read and find out what they’re saying. If you can’t speak the right language, you can find out what they’re saying. It’s a crutch.

It also went beyond merely a crutch. Liner notes? Maybe. It’s not a matter of a dub versus sub argument; that’s like trying to choose Al Gore over GWB; many think neither would do a good job. But yes, they can cram 2 lines, maybe 3, at font 24 or 30 or something, adding up to maybe 80 characters total or so. Those of us who are accustomed to reading subtitles can handle it. Subbing Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex necessarily means you need to cram a ton of technobabble in a small space. That we have done and have seen.

We also have done liner notes as liner notes, live subs. Excel Saga’s ADVidnotes, for instance. Drop-down liner note boxes in fansubs are not unheard of, even if generally they suck as far as having to read them on top of whatever conversation that is going on, having to pause playback half the time. Not-so-live liner notes as subs can be bumpers and trailers to an actual episode. I remember reading Silverwynd’s liner notes, commonly referred to as excessively long yet educational and stuff you use the FF buttons for.

I think in the great divide between dub and sub lovers, subbers have grown dependent of subtitles. In as much as I admit in the greater scheme of things, subtitles are my personal preferred method of translation for an audiovisual work, there are little reasons to have them when I don’t need them. Even as some sickly twisted people who prefer super-literal translations and only really subs can deliver them live, there are plenty of other ways to translate the same things word-by-word, sentence-by-sentence, thought-by-thought, or anything by anything else.

What do I mean dependent? It’s a kind of dogmatic comfort. A psychological force of habit. Irrational only to the degree that it is empirically unsubstantiated because it made logical sense. In some respect it is like the child, learning to ride a bicycle, but is more comfortable with the training wheels on than off. In as much as they would never watch anime raw as a result–it feels unnatural, impossible to understand to a satisfactory level.

But is that really the case? In my own experience of letting go the edge of the swimming pool, I realized by far that it isn’t nearly as scary as it could have been. I also realized over the years that as someone who doesn’t speak Japanese there is much to learn, and more often than not I have to run to a translation aid anyways.

The worse of it all was in two folds. The first way it sucked was in how sometimes, as ignorant as I am, I get the wrong first impression. This was the case with a couple shows–like Soul Taker–in that without the visual familiarity I was drowning in a sea of exorbant colors and …Italian direction? The result was me being turned off and not watching it ever again until a friend persuaded me otherwise, which I now end up having them on DVD as I enjoyed it so much.

But the second fold is this: there are so many shows that I enjoyed, watching them raw, that I couldn’t share with my friends because they are left untranslated. My friends either lacked the werewithal to actually being able to understand the show, or they’re stuck on their crutches–and I think in some respects it might be better off to let these unpopular, untranslated beasts lie.

Well, I am kind of kidding about the second part. But no matter how you couch the term–preference, aid, necessity, “how else am I going to understand it,” or whatever, remember anime isn’t meant to be watched subtitled (unless you’re Pedro’s son or watching Crest of the Stars). A perfect dub is still better than a perfect sub in every single way unless you’re a sick person who wants extra-literal translations like me ordering at KFC. Or if you’re a sick person in as one who is deaf and cannot hear my words of reason…

I mean, there is freedom in Christ. You can download your raw anime, watch and fast forward to the action bit if you want, and consult the internet for translations and notes or even manga translations. You can even rewatch it. Time is a problem, sure, but it doesn’t have to if you don’t let it. If you’re still stumped, there’s always that fansub at the end of the day, maybe.

In retrospect today I think over the years I accumulated so much anime-watching “skills” that raw anime don’t seem as opaque as they first did when I started it years ago. Maybe my Japanese comprehension went up; maybe my Japanese cultural comprehension went up too. Maybe I understood the artform better today than before. Or maybe I just watch really-easy-to-understand shows. But regardless of what and why, I am still a Japanese illiterate weaboo not unlike many of you. I just came to appreciate how viceral, visual, and vivid anime is as a storyteller. It really does transcend language boundaries and appeal to us beyond merely words. Maybe it doesn’t present to us a whole range of human emotion and experiences, which is partly why it’s not all so hard to understand (well, a large % of them do take place in high schools…), but I’m sure once you include shows that are opaque to me there’s something of a whole range.

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July 5, 2006

Simoun Wars I – The Attack of Adolescent Themes

By omo

I take back what I said about yuri and Simoun, because it has the most pure kiss scene in anime ever (at least this past year).

The Best Kiss Ever

Positively, this show reminds me of Utena in how wry it transitions. A little bit of a bait and switch, really. Originally I pinned my hopes on Ouran Host Club, but that left me in the cold when it spent a good part of its first 12 episodes making fun of shoujo manga and doing the cliche stuff shounen anime has been doing the past few years. It’s not until episode 13 where I got served. And I sure did. Even then, however, all that mysterious vibe has disappeared somewhere between the light bulbs of episode 1 to the starfield of banana peels in episode 13.

Simoun, on the other hand, cracked its unforgiving whip almost like Glass no Kantai. I don’t know what to say about it because just like Glass no Kantai, I am totally at the mercy of the translation. That’s my first gripe, really: there has been only one “good” translated fansub for this show out there, that I can find. And even then, it reads kind of poorly. In a lot of ways, doing a translation for Simoun is like doing one for 12 Kingdoms, but you don’t have the books for reference. We don’t have that kind of neck-breaking pace, but so much has already happened in the first 8 episodes that if you can’t get a grip, you’re going to get dropped. In that sense I think that is my problem with the show. At first, so much was going on that you have no clue about, it became boring to watch. It’s not until each characters’ introspectiveness grabs you that you can then starting to care.

Staring to care why Nevile was so troubled? Starting to care for the big question about the differences between Mikos and Galaxy Angels? And starting to care who is who? Of course, if you’re like me, the first thing that grabs you is its fantastic setting–a world where everyone is born genderless (not quite female) and people can then “choose” which gender, or have their local deity or doctor do so for them. Oh, that’s the second thing: this is not just a theocracy. Tempuspatium is amongst us.

Yeah, 12K indeed.

The second sin Simoun committed is its odd visuals. I suppose I am not in a good position to complain, but given what else is vying for my attention it really only made sense when I’m done with my HOOOhis and LagOOOs, I can stand to watch this average-looking animation.

To its merit, Simoun is still the story about a bunch of youthful girls, even if they aren’t technically. It’s hard to hate an entire harem of 12, and that’s just those on active duty. Well, it might also be a merit that large amount of Simoun’s adult populations also look like girls…as in fememine guys with boobs. I’m not sure to who these may be meritutous, but I am glad they explain that stuff up front. And as a result, too, its neck-breaking pace made good use of the first half of episodes, and I’m looking forward to see more. It would be pretty hard to call it a day at 13.

But why am I actually blogging about Simoun? Because of its wonderful delivery of its themes. To me, that is the heart of this show. Once you grasp them, you get it. If you don’t, you’ll be eternally wondering what the hell everyone is doing, why they are so emo, and why don’t get just get it over with, whatever it is. That is partly what made 12K so wonderful for me too, but that’s probably another rant.

And Simoun makes it easy. At one point Nevile stated it up front. People’s motivations are clear as a book and as diverse as the harem itself. How can I hate a collage of themes about growing up, about overcoming difficult rejections, betrayals, obstacles, brokenness, heartache, adversity, and finding of one’s self? The innocent lost? The lost innocent? Indecision propelled by circumstances? It’s a bit of a cheat to have such a big cast, and each of them are matched neatly in pairs (at least for now). There are some other nitpicks as far as personalities go, and I was kind of bothered by episode 12 in some ways…

But I’m on board to see how these kids turn out. Even (and especially) Dominura. Seeing Aeru grow up and how Nevile deals with Paraietta would be nice, but so much surrounds our key triangle that even the least of these girls will be of some interest. Maybe it’ll strike out. Maybe not.

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July 3, 2006

The Starry Divide

By omo

NobuYuuki@Otakon06!

It was a long time ago when I first decided to find out who voiced an anime character that was interesting. I think the reason was an image song used in the show, and some related extra material (a music video or something?) gave me the first glimpse of of who they were. I think that is still the most prominent way voice actors are featured today–DVD extras, image songs, and the occasional documentary.

I get the impression, over the years, that many of us are aware about voice acting. Disney made a point to give well-known actors and actresses chances to feature their voice in feature films. There are also those who were consistently more famous doing voice work than their live-action counterparts. In a lot of ways the only real difference between the American voice acting industry and the Japanese one is the sheer size–America is small, in this instance.

Over the years I’ve read up on a fair share of voice actors as well. Many of the older generations in Japan had training both as professionals and as students in acting as “voice acting” schools didn’t really pick up until recent years. A few even branched over from live action acting, like this charming lady. Many more applied their acting skills into voicework, some more vocal about it than others.

However, what always strikes me as a peculiar aspect of the Japanese voice acting industry is its repeated attempt to package some of their better talents. In some instances they really are talents; they eventually breach genre bounds and make a career for themselves. In other instances they fall into the fold as we know as the pop idol industry not unlike everyone else, but it just seems less brilliant than they could have been. They’ve made it, but they aren’t that big.

As stars in the sky, these stars are just as interesting though. Interesting enough that I think someone can really fansub this piece and uh, we’ll watch it and go “oooh” and “waah” and maybe we’ll ask smarter questions at anime convention panels as a result. Yea, it is so relevant… In as much as it is a curiosity, it is a story for every one of them, pioneering in a strange industry that only really exists in Japan, and yet making things so big for themselves that their fans overseas would wait in line for hours just to hear them. As much as I’d like to attribute things to personal insanity, part of it might just be due to the fact these stars are brilliant.

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July 1, 2006

Bishoujo Senshi Insani Super H

By omo

It really is an identity crisis.

Perhaps the best way to look at my fascination in terms of categorical attractions (content, then gameplay), explain why identity is important, and bounce the ball back to you. I apologize if I am going to get kind of down and dirty in this rant, but I might as well come clean.

I mentioned Graduation 2 in my earlier rant on the topic. It isn’t really the start or the finish in making me a “prospective fan” of the genre but an arbitrary midpoint. Being born Chinese means not only I have used or/and pirated software, but maybe I have more of a natural affinity for this kind of gameplay. It is probably the first time I bought a game of this sort, though. I also mentioned Graduation 2 because it rests on a precarious area where the gameplay intersects with content. It is this intersection that pinpoints the games I want to play.

Which, I confess, I’ve played a handful of the more pornographic variety of these games. It feels as if I have played more than I actually did because I have also seen even more ripped images from these porn games (as they are rightfully called). But why am I turning this into a confession? Probably because Japan needs to confess–the majority of games that fall into this genre is pornographic. Some are really, really bad. I hope you know what I mean so I won’t have to describe it.

The sad economic truth is that porn does sell. As a new content delivery system bishoujo gaming (as I use this term as I did in my earlier rant) is driven by this stuff. You can even see the mark it left in the annuals of gaming. What was the date on that? 1992? I think I was playing Knights of Xentar back in 1994? It’s been a while, pardon my poor recollection. The point is, it’s been with us for a long time now.

But just as porn drives delivery systems, delivery systems grow from the ashes of lesser things and into more relevant, interesting material. We have games like Princess Maker 2 (probably one of the most wide-spread English-language bishoujo game, and one of the better ones–now that it’s basically abandonware), Konami’s Tokimeki Memorial games, and many others–like Graduation 2. There were a lot of different types of porn games too, as the genre was in the process of finding itself.

Here is where my story branches. Porn games have been with us for a long time, and what I said about delivery systems just now applies to every kind of game we know–platformers, RPGs, tactical games, etc. All on top of what we usually know such as casino games or some of the more creative flash game type stuff. Well, even as I say this, where is the porno version of FF7? Or Starcraft? Appearently, they kind of exist. Why? Mainly because Japan needs to confess, it manages to have a rather diverse and healthy porn game industry compared to the US.

Honestly, however, I’m talking about porn games only because bishoujo gaming is like that solitary, delicious shiitake growing off a pile of cow dung that we know is the porn game industry. And that analogy applies as to how to make this genre proliferate outside of Japan. Quite simply, for that kind of stuff to sustain itself in the mainstream, it has to either live with its cow-dung underpinning like what these folks have done, or grow it independently. I don’t really want to play porn games, believe it or not; and certainly aside from my copy of Tsukibako I will never spend money on it.

And to that end, I am also honest about these kind of games–I only play ones that are fun. Graduation 2 was pretty fun. Harvest Moon is pretty fun. Tokimemo is pretty amusing, and especially the latter ones like 2 and 3. I suppose I could say the same about Baldr Force but I haven’t had the chance, despite the pornographic stuff. Tsukihime is pretty fun, but my Japanese skills are insufficient. I am all for the growth of the bishoujo gaming genre independent of pornography.

Which is why Insani’s All Together efforts are the bomb–they port not only legally less-grey doujinshi games, they are also not pornographic for the most part. They convey what is fun to play about these kinds of games in the unique gameplay varieties rather than catering to familiar content. Fact is, porno Super Mario is still Super Mario. But a visual novel is a novel; and a dating sim is not at all like any other sim in that Sim City is no more or less different than Sim Tower, for example. I think this definition should please the Ren’ai gaming fans (to me, it just means people who like games with romantic narrative underpinnings)?

So, back to you. What can we do to grow bishoujo gaming? What can we do to resolve its identity crisis? I suppose we should be open-minded. If people want to play their erogee, they should be able to. While that means it is both extra work for the rest of us in trying to differentiate the gaming image (kind of like how anime has to escape the hentai taint categorically), it also probably helps the bottom line of companies and encourage more commercial effort in this area. Certainly, if companies are porting games over that is in that narrow pinnacle within the gameplay axis that intersects with the bishoujo motif, we should support them however we can–both pirating and by buying? Sure.

I think it’s only fair to end this little crisis on a positive note. With things like the demo for Polyphonica available to us for free, and things like Ever 17 for a moderate cost, it is definitely the best time to be a bishoujo gaming fan today than ever before. It doesn’t even matter where you stand on software piracy! Go kick some ass with your moon powers!

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