Analysis analysis

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See, my major problems were in figuring out what the heck to do with Wow, Sega Rosso, and UGA. Smilebit seemed the most obvious choice for a sports team. The other five teams, I knew weren’t dispensible.

I also didn’t forsee that Sega would be hiring more staff to form Suzuki’s new team; I just assumed from what had been reported that the current divisions would be reorganized. That’s what all of the news had implied, previously to the more recent announcements.

With that assumption, what I tried to do is figure out how to remold Sega Rosso, UGA, and Wow into some new form.

Wow was the biggest question mark, as they’re actually a pretty big team. As it turns out, they’re too big. I guess I was just desperate to get rid of them. I wanted to split them into kibble.

In contrast, I knew that UGA and Sega Rosso would vanish somehow, in whole. I tried to merge them into that new arcade team (as it had been reported), because they needed to go somewhere. Instead, they’ve being absorbed into Sonicteam and Hitmaker. Fair enough. Whatever.

Now it looks like we’re not even getting a new arcade team, but a cinematic online game team. Uh?

Meet your friends in Yokosuka! Play darts against enemies!

Hey… actually. That… might not not-work. Hmm.

Regardless. Given the information I was given, I rather like how I handled that. The one big surprise is the outright merger of Wow and Overworks, although in retrospect it… is a little less not-obvious.

Now. If I had just been given complete and correct working information from the get-go, I might have been even more onto something.

Woo. Need to work on my sources. And then I will be unstoppable.

Samurai Stream (as poured onto Shepard)

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[As follows: I continue in my mission to populate the most egregious void in my personal SNK lexicon.]

Samurai Spirits remains perhaps SNK’s oddest fighting series. This fact does not diminish.

I now notice that it was updated every year, for four years — and that with each installment were abrupt leaps in quality and gameplay style. Then SNK… stopped. For seven years, if we ignore the 3D games — and let’s do that, for the moment

The games themselves… I have trouble grasping on first glance. I need more time.

It’s blatantly obvious that the second game just makes the first one obsolete in every sense. It’s the same thing, only better. The third and fourth games, though — they’re not so easy to interpret.

SSIII is of a notably different style from the other three games (in a general sense), and yet it lends some key elements to the fourth game. SSIV seems like an attempt to retreat to the level of SSII, while it retains a number of the elements introduced in III. A not-entirely-succesful attempt to recapture the feeling of the older games.

SSIII — immediately, I like it a bunch in comparison to SSII. It makes a bunch of changes — for the more palatable, from my current vantage point. It’s prettier, and it’s as enjoyable as it is attractive. It’s got some great animation and backgrounds. It introduces some interesting, personable new characters.

It’s a big step to the mainstream, admittedly; the new characters are cuter. The overall tone isn’t nearly as somber. It’s faster, more powerful. More kinetic. Less cerebral. More appealing, on a surface level — yet without nearly the poise and elegance of II. It’s hard to tell how deep the waters run.

A lot of people really hate SSIII, because of how radical it is. I don’t know about that; it’s got a lot of potential. I’ll need to dig, to better understand what it’s doing.

Something else of note is that it seems that the Slash and Bust modes are introduced here. That is to say: we’ve got Rasetsu character variants, for the first time.

I think the evil Nakoruru first appears in SS2, although she remains little more than a palette swap in that game. The reason I say this is that her expression changes to a more wry one when you select the Player 2 colours. In SS3, however, she’s got her wolf. And the rasetsu Galford is Poppy-free. So we’re into the big time, as it were.

Even in SS4, however, the distinctions aren’t as strong as they’ve more recently become. Sougetsu and Kazuki are in the game (for what it seems is the first time), yet their rasetsu variants are again just palette swaps (cosmetically speaking; for all I know at this point, their move lists could be entirely different) — whereas we now know their rasetsu variants as bare-chested, tattooed, shabbier alter egos.

From what I see here, I’ll hazard to assume that all of the serious separation must’ve occured in the Hyper NeoGeo 64 games.

Speaking of SS4 — again, I’m not sure yet what to make of it. Some people love this game; others loathe it. More people like it than SS3, though. I can see where the trouble lies, but I’m not ready to decide what it means.

As I mentioned, it’s basically a step back to the style of SS1 and 2, away from the weirdly energetic gaiden flavour of SS3 — yet it retains a bunch of straggling elements from 3: the slash/bust distinction; the control scheme; some other bits of gameplay.

And there are a lot of gimmicks — even more than in 3. Like a time limit; you have to beat the game within a certain timeframe — or else? I assume the worst.

That’s… interesting. Perhaps it’s too clever. I don’t know yet. The same goes for most of the features.

It seems — on the surface, again — to have a bit of an identity crisis. It wants to do everything in the previous two games. And to be taken as seriously as 2. It’s not 2, though. It can’t go back.

Further: the backgrounds also aren’t nearly as pretty as those in 3. They’re all right, so far. But the ones in 3 — as with the whole interface — were just gorgeous. With 4, I get the sensation that the stages are unfinished. This might not be right. Perhaps there’s something I’m not yet prepared to appreciate. Again, more time needed.

I just have trouble figuring out where the game’s mind is. I’m reserving the possibility that it could be ingenious underneath the apparent mess.

The thing is — immediately, it seems to me that both the lovers and the haters are loving and hating for rather shallow reasons. There’s something else going on, I think. I don’t know what.

This will take some effort.

SNK through the years

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Break it Down!

1978-1984 = early years
1985-1989 = Famicom era
1989-1990 = breaking in the NeoGeo
1991-1993 = breaking in the versus fighting genre; experimenting with form and style
1994-1995 = start of the SNK style; refinement of gameplay and presentation
1996-1998 = classic era; perfected SNK aesthetic and gameplay
1999-2000 = new experimental era; generational turnover with most major series and hardware
2000-2001 = Aruze takeover and dismemberment; bankruptcy; scattering
2001-2002 = confusion; reformation
2002-20?? = SNK Playmore era

News bulletin: Samurai Shodown 2 is not a bad game.

That is all.

Secret AmiYumi Man

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On Teen Titans: Just saw the premeire episode a second time. Still not entirely certain what to think, but I feel safe to say that I wasn’t just imagining the awkwardness last time. The script — far from the natural-sounding dialogue of JL — sounds like what you’d get from a mainstream anime translation. Partially as a result of this, partially due to the way the voices are directed, much of the humour falls a little flat. Combine this with a few other rough edges, and I just get the impression that someone’s trying a little too hard.

At the same time, the effort isn’t misdirected. Within a few episodes, I can see it finding a more natural focus. If that happens, we’ll have a pretty spiffy show.

Stylistically, this thing fits in somewhere in the vicinity of Jet Set Radio and Gorillaz. Not a bad thing.

And… it’s almost got it. The pieces are all there, and they’re in more or less the right alignment.

We’ll see.

By the way — I just remembered why I ignored SNK after about 1989, and until a few years ago.

Yes.

MIYOMIYOMASU!

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From here:

SM: I just want to make games that make high-school girls happy. And high-school boys, too.

Oh yeah. Miyamoto is letting his mission slip.

He’s just in it for the chicks.

Also!

Student: Ah, um, um… What do you think of girl games?
SM: Sorry, what?
I: Umm… What do you think of “bishoujo” games.
SM: Oh.

He seems… caught rather off-guard.

“What… kind of girl games do you mean? … Oh, I see. Ahem!”

Call me Criswell.

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Ha-HAH!

Playmore has now changed its name to SNK Playmore.

Can I call ’em or what?

Whee…

Gotta start somewhere. As they say.

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I just saw the season premiere of Justice League. Something that strikes me is that this series now seems to be geared for the secondary market. I mean. This (hour-long) episode was letterboxed. It had an obviously high budget. The music was notably well-orchestrated. It just has the sheen of a product made for the collector, rather than the normal TV audience.

I take it that the DVDs have been selling well.

This makes me wonder even more how the Teen Titans series will turn out. Further, it’s… making me think a little.

I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve got a kind of a positive feeling here. I think that the DVD format has had a pretty big impact on the whole manner in which passive entertainment media are produced. It’s like the film and TV industries are coming to /know/ that whatever they do, it’ll be for posterity. At least, the more observant are.

So rather than just pump out crud, expecting that it’ll disappear into a landfill somewhere, in a lot of cases we’re starting to see some attention to making a halfway-respectable object that people will want to hang onto. This isn’t necessarily the case with Hollywood, as especially over the last half-decade or so, that whole sector has just become a farce. But — well.

And it’s not only new material. All of this happens to coincide with the massive film restoration effort that’s only recently started to gain a bunch of attention and support — again, over the last half-decade or so. A bunch of older films, that had been mouldering for decades, are being fixed up, polished, documented, and given a respectful rerelease in order to fill the collectors’ demand.

History is being recompiled and recombined with the present, giving everyone the opportunity to see what in many cases simply hasn’t been widely available for a long while.

This also corresponds to the massive downturn in necessary production costs for filmmaking. With all of the digital technology and networking we’ve got now, the indie scene is stronger than it’s ever been. And that’s where all of the action is.

It feels kind of like we’re coming along to the verge of something. I’ll reserve hope that whatever it is, we’ll actually fall over. Money tends to be kind of stupid, that way. But hey, you never know.

Do they contract the hit with a GAT?

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I’m watching this Humphrey Bogart movie, The Enforcer. Bogart’s a detective on the police force, who’s trying to pin down a mob boss. His key witness, a certain Rico, has cleverly decided to leap off a building in order to save his life from the cops who were protecting him.

That’ll show ’em. There’s no protecting him anymore!

So, anyway: Bogart’s in a sticky flavour of a jam. If he doesn’t do something quickly, this crimelord fellow will get off free. As he’s moping about the predicament, Bogart recalls something hazy. He can’t quite finger it, but there’s some detail about the case that he feels lodged in his mind. Cue the first of several layers of flashback.

A guy wanders into a police station, mumbling about how he killed his girl. They forced him to. There was a contract out on her. He was supposed to do the hit. Who were they? They were his troupe.

The police were baffled. Contract? What kind of a contract? What’s a hit? What was this guy, a boy scout? What kind of a troupe did he mean? They couldn’t make earth from sky of it. Bogart got involved with the puzzle. Contract? Hit? What a mystery!

Over ten or fifteen minutes, Bogart followed a string of leads. After a little work, he pulled in another member of the “troupe”. The guy didn’t want to talk at first, but Bogart threatened to send his kid to a private school. So the cat spilled the beans.

Cue another layer of flashback. Through a mutual contact, this fellow fell in with a mean-looking bunch who met in the back room of a store. “It was just like the back of a store,” he observed.

“I’ll do whatever you say,” he chirped to a swarthy fellow — apparently the leader. “I’ll even murder if you like.”

The oily man slapped him. “Don’t ever say that! When you’re going to kill someone, you say you’ve got a contract out on him. The person you kill is a hit. That way even if the police hear you, they won’t know what you’re talking about. You got it?!”

Back in the shallower level of flashback, the police were astonished. A contract was a murder! A hit was the victim! Good gosh!

“Killing for profit,” Bogart scoffed. What was this world coming to?

They couldn’t learn anything else from the man, but at least they had a starting place. A contract was a murder. A hit was a victim.

It… goes on like this.