My Translation Of That Laios & Kabru Comic From The New Adventurer’s Bible (sorry For The Awkward Localization

its also a point that you have to try to miss very deliberately, given that the game straight-up presents things that look like "character creation" or a "multiple-choice past" to you only so that it can destroy that possibility and tell you that no, you are not creating a character, harry is a guy who already exists in his entirety, you are only picking his reactions to certain things in the present. like the rest of his character already exists but his sexuality is suddenly up to the player for some reason?

tbh i really dislike how people say that harry can be queer, that depending on how he’s played or what the player chooses to do he has the capability to be queer. the implication being that his queerness is not something that is inherent to his character. it, in essence, feels like such a denial of the fact that he is bisexual. because whether you choose for harry to acknowledge it or not, he still remains bisexual. while, yes, his attraction to women is rather hard to miss, examples of his male attraction are present all throughout the game, many of them appearing without any additional player input. it’s just not something about his character that can so easily waved off or plainly ignored. regardless of him being in denial of it, it will always remain that harry is attracted to both women and men. like he’s bisexual. harry is bisexual. he is a bisexual man

no storys are about anything btw. you cant expect someone who makes up fake people to tell you anyything about real life. kurt vonnegut? cormac mccarthy? ursula k le guin? those were just some fucked up people who had psychic links to alternate worlds. you can go to those worlds if you take my hand but you probably dont want to. just goes to show i guess

i think a big part of the reason i love de is that it always affirms the things in themselves. there is a temptation, when a core part of your outlook on the world collapses, to look at everything that exists and say "well, what is the point of you, then? do you even mean anything anymore?" and it says yes, it does. the things - the lights, the clinking of cups, the smoke, the cold, the colors that make up the picture - just being - it has value, the things mean themselves if nothing else. it is what it is, and what it is is enough.

I'm actually really touched by this scene, which you only get if you're with Cuno or alone in the end:

You think you're going to be abandoned, but then a bunch of skills jump out to encourage you in their own way.

And all the options you get except the last one are positive.

"Disaster Taxon," poem assembled using text from Wikipedia articles

Harrison Wood Hsiang

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

James Joyce, Ulysses

my fave quote from the game :>

which fetish is like the flimsy lime-colored palm bit

come play weird fetishes with me like theyre bionicles. we can mix and match

["guy who's building a machine made out of people & noticed you don't fit into their machine" voice] something's wrong with you