The Subject Is Over

— caught in a dreamy fog

How cute

went to popmart and a cat cafe with my sister yesterday and she bought this fluffy cat blind box and brought it home and her cat keeps walking around with it in her mouth and grooming it like she thinks shes its mother

The day I stop, I'll surely have been retired of the inkwell within me

Death

Yakuza 3 is probably up in my top 3 favorite in the series, something like that

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⠀⠀⠀⠀またね、沖縄の兄弟。 See you later, Okinawa brother.

I finished Yakuza 3.

[ SPOILERS ]

I think it's interesting that introducing Rikiya to the tattoo artist is optional and can easily be missed if you choose not to spend time with him. I've seen people insist this is a silly move because Rikiya's role in the narrative is obviously incredibly important - he is, imo, the emotional core of it, the Haruka of Yakuza 3. If you choose not to experience that, and don't see how he handles pretty much everything that you can see with him in Kamurocho or his dynamic with Kiryu evolve through the optional content, then Kiryu's reaction to his death feels overly melodramatic and can rob the scene of a lot of its weight.

I think that's kind of brilliant, personally. Kiryu cares, even if you didn't, and he cares inherently in a way that leaves you feeling like you missed out on something, because you did.

Still, I wish the whole game was set in Okinawa. I think my dream version of Yakuza 3 is just about lion jiji Shigeru Nakahara (accidentally my favourite Yakuza character so far, if only because he has such strong "retired uncle" energy) and a territorial battle with the far bigger, more cynical Tamashiro family, who want to sell Okinawa out to land developers and hyper conservative rearmament politicians. The whole Black Monday thing -- I don't know.

I guess it was like a vacation in a place I wanted to stay, but if I'm being mature about the series, it's probably for the best that Kiryu isn't able to escape Kamurocho.

7/3/23

Representation of a long standing disbelief, I denounce the things which strike me in ways unjust and impure, irreverent and disdainful, I declare I have no faith in a beast like that. The claws tear at my skin, and my lovers, and my friends, those same very things I know will be taken, by what hands, I have yet to know. The day always come

So tireddddd

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