Mudman, Part One

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– January 06, 1940 –

Dearest Mary —

     I have not heard from you in weeks, now. Have my last three letters not found their mark? Should we consider these as further additions to the transcontinental gorilla-courier tax?
     I jest. I realize how busy you are; do not overly trouble yourself on my mere account. I only hope that it is you and not some lower primate who is the eventual target of my affection. I have enough nightmares as it is.
     Is Janet faring any more well? I hope this silence does not have the sinister overtone I might be persuaded to imagine.
     If you have been following me, you should know of the progress I have been making in my studies. It is not the easiest task to track down those vases. For such a small region as Sumeria, you would think that there would be only so many places to bury pottery. Oh, these crafty ancients. I am beginning to suspect that they left those few shards in plain sight merely to bedevil me. Regardless, Scott and I have made tremendous use of what fragments have been allowed us. I am convinced that this is proof that I have been right all along about the linguistic roots so often you hear me describe. Gilgamesh, nothing.
     If this Utu-Etanaa fellow is as trustworthy as he sounds, we have barely even begun our search! Goodness knows what lost knowledge could be uncovered if we could merely break from this Mesopotamian mire. But enough of my grousing; you know the drill more well than even I, it would be safe to assume. There is no reason to blame the nearsighted for their occlusion.
     This reminds me of an odd call I received the other day. As I was scrambling to prepare for the Meswick lecture, my phone began to rattle with the fury of a serpent. Although I did not initially intend to answer, as my time was quite limited, its peal did not abate and I was eventually forced to lift the receiver. Annoyance, more than any other sentiment, guided my hand.
     I was unsure what to make of the result of this decision, and I was already halfway gone when it came through. It was only earlier today that the incident returned to my attention, when I received a telegram — oh, but wait. First, the phone.
     I picked up the phone in a haste, as mentioned. I intended merely to report my situation and to escape as quickly as possible, but the opportunity did not come. The moment the cup was to my ear, a booming voice resounded forth:
     “Professor Astrid.” It was more a proclamation than a question.
     “Yes?” I replied. My body suddenly felt like a wooden doll, and I could do little but respond. In retrospect, I feel somewhat silly for how easily I was surprised — but again, I had many things on my mind.
     “My name is Doctor Stephan Haustus.” The voice continued with a flat, deliberate, oddly uninflected tone. Yes, he used the prefix “Doctor” in reference to himself. At the time, however, it did not nearly seem as inappropriate as it might sound on paper. “I work at the Bloomingdale asylum, and have become familiar with your work through a colleague of mine. We are in need of some assistance.”
     I was unsure how to respond. I stood silently for a moment, before pulling myself out of my frozen stupor. “Assistance? Of what nature?”
     “It would be best to discuss in person. I will be in town next week; perhaps we could speak in more detail then?”
     Although I should have been more bothered, the sheer degree of his audacity had its effect on me. I replied that yes, I will be around for at least the next month. The Doctor said that he would contact me later, with more information — and then came what, at the time, seemed the most unnerving part of the entire strange conversation: he wished me luck with the lecture, before leaving his farewell and hanging up.
     For a moment, I stood with the receiver frozen to my ear. Of course I see now that there are many ways Doctor Haustus could have heard of this lecture. It is even possible that knowledge of my presentation was responsible for this colleague of Haustus to have known to mention me at all. It certainly is amusing how the world works, at times.
     Further, the Doctor’s tone might be explained in the same way — having unexpectedly caught me before the lecture, he felt in a hurry to make his business known as directly and in as short a time as possible. Although he was certainly rude, he made his point.
     After having thought this through. I am now quite tempted to be amused by the whole business. As I said, I received a telegram earlier today. As with the phone call (and indeed as with telegrams in general) it was short and pointed — as well as flat, yellow, and flexible. It simply read as follows:

     IN TOWN THURSDAY EIGHT AM STOP
     PLEASE MEET RAMBURY MUSEUM AT NOON
     OR SOON THEREAFTER STOP
     DOCTOR STEPHAN HAUSTUS

     I must say that it is lucky I have nothing scheduled for Thursday… Or perhaps I am not as fortunate as I think?
     Oh, now I am being facetious. It will doubtfully do great harm to meet with the gentleman. Beyond this, I am curious about the whole mess. As finely as I sift my imagination, I can seem to come up with little reason outside the fanciful why a dusty old linguist such as I would have much to do with a psychiatrist from — come to think of it, where is Bloomingdale asylum? It sounds slightly familiar, but that could well just be my imagination, continuing on its rounds now that I have set it free for other tasks. Perhaps he is working on some new theory of language?
     Time draws short, and yet I draw on — which reminds me: I saw one of your paintings in the gallery here, which I had never noticed in the past. It was a small piece, placed uncomfortably between a Degas sketch and some awful geometric disaster, in a lonely corner of the East wing. A boy was weeping over a pigeon which he had evidentially just shot with some kind of a pellet gun. It might just have been me, as I admit I was behind in my sleep when I came across the piece, but the pigeon seemed to have an expression I could only characterize as demonic. I am tempted to believe this is intentional, seeing the source of the painting, but I fear doing so might give me no end of grief — so I will maintain until otherwise notified that I am merely in need of psychiatric help.
     Oh, what a coincidence! Now I surely must see the good Doctor. Why, this was your plan all along — was it not?
     I pray that you find the time to respond. If not, I fear I will be forced to bore you with such lavish emotional inanity as only I can produce. You have been forewarned. I hope everything is well.

Yours in captivation,

James

Why doesn’t my key work?

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I find mirrors to be very odd. I’m not used to them, really. More accurately, I’m still not very used to seeing myself in them. It’s difficult for me to decide what to make of this form which moves with me. It’s strange to see myself from the outside. Maybe it helps with perspective?

I rarely give much thought to my appearance. It always seems strange to me to remember that I have one. I suppose it would help to learn this more well, someday.

“Beoo-wuuUUUUUURrf!!”

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I picked up the Seamus Heaney translation of Beowulf in the bookstore. Wow. This was just recently completed, and has been highly-praised. I think I see why.

In high school we read it in the original Anglo-Saxon, with a bevy of footnotes. This is a bilingual edition, laid out beautifully with the Anglo-Saxon on the left and a flowing, interesting translation on the right. Breaks are inserted. Weird changes in the text, where there are unlabeled poems-within-poems in the original, are now in italics and set off and written in a somewhat different meter to reflect the aside. There are tiny notes in the right margin to give quick passing reference or explanation to what’s going on in each stanza or section. The introduction is extremely deep, helpful, and interesting.

And the cover’s really neat.

Also, now that I can actually read the fool thing, I can see a lot of from whence Tolkien reaped his ideas. I knew he taught himself Anglo-Saxon when he was in grade school or something of the silly sort and became quickly fluent in it, and it was obvious that Beowulf was one of his influences for his work. But yikes. Actually, he was one of the most vital scholars of the work, ever. He singlehandedly changed the way it was viewed, skewing it as an artistic work of an individual rather than some kind of chronicle of accumulated and traditional information.

Reading the translation discourages and inspires me, just from how well it flows and how verbose and eloquent it manages to be. Elegant, in the sense that it is wordy with few words.

Something about which I wonder, however: the semi-line break I have oft seen in Shakespeare and the like. For instance:

    Enraptured by neutrons, he wept;
                                                      and yet forever it fell
    upon the wayside of his daughter’s carpet; she never cared
    for the pumpernickel sample encroached in her slumber that eve.

    (Heaney, 1441)

In some cases it’s obvious and makes sense — such as when a long quote ends partway through a line. This line of verse must be completed, and yet the remainder is set off to make the end of the quote and the beginning of the next thought more obvious. Maybe that’s really what it is. A sort of a stanza/paragraph break where it seems one is needed but where doing so would sever a line. Interesting.

The Hardest Part

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The hardest part of any project is building up the energy to tackle it. Once the project is finally begun, it practically completes itself.

Fishies.

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I’d wondered for a while why Swedish Fish now just said “Swedish” on them rather than the “Malaco” to which I’d become accustomed since youth. Upon further study, it ends up that Malaco is a Swedish company which holds the rights to Swedish fish and a boatload of other common gummi candies. Any which are produced and sold under other brands — and there are several I’ve seen in my time — are done so under license from Malaco.

I guess they decided to switch the fish mold so as not to annoy the other companies who produced the things; why have some other company name on your candies? Also, I guess having “Swedish” so pically inscribed makes a bit more sense just in terms of brand recognition, or inner coherence of the product.

So — now I now. And so do you. We match!

“Sanguine” indeed.

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I stopped by the bookstore to grab another couple of non-photo blue pencils, as these two I have are starting to get a bit short. While there, the thought struck me to look for a better eraser than this junky thing I’ve been using — and my eye hit the sketching and drawing pencils. Oh, my this is dangerous. I don’t know much about the different types offhand, but I was fascinated. I contemplated picking up several Conte pencils for the sake of experimentation, until I realized how much these things cost. Gah, it’s something like two dollars for a single pencil!

I stared in disbelief for a moment, then picked up a preset pack of six assorted “sketching” pencils (distinguished from “drawing” pencils and other types by what criteria, I am as yet unsure), and two different erasers (at least these are cheap!), and left. Well, I paid for them and then I left.

After playing with what I’ve got here, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really like this sanguine pencil. Especially when I contrast it with a deep graphite, it has… well, it stands off the page in a really classy way. And I quite like how the lead feels, as well.

Also I have here a sepia pencil, which is sort of interesting (though I like the sanguine one better); a hard charcoal one, which actually feels quite different from the other charcoal pencils I’ve got sitting around; this one feels more like an actual pencil, and doesn’t seem quite as messy.

There’s a rather nice graphite pencil; it seems soft and sturdy, and has a nice flow to it. Also included, for some reason, is a white pencil. I’ve not found use for this yet, though I suppose if I had some coloured paper it could have an interesting effect. Or maybe it could be used for highlights or something. Hrm.

Lastly is a pencil I just don’t understand. “pierre noire”, it’s called. It seems very hard, and it’s rather dark — but it feels very greasy when I move it around. It’s smooth, but it feels like it’s putting on the brakes when I draw with it. Like I’m pushing it uphill. I mean, it’s interesting, but I don’t know yet what to do with it.

UPDATE:

    • Upon some more experimentation, I find that the pierre noire is

very

    sensitive to pressure. If I press down hard, it barely moves. If I gently skirt it across the page, it glides smoothly. This pencil seems to be great to use for shading and very light sketching; I seem to have a lot of control over exactly how much tone I put down at any moment, and if I want more I can just layer it. The pencil almost holds me back and keeps me from overdoing things. This is very interesting.

Another thing to note is that all of these pencils are pretty hefty; they’ve got a larger-than-usual circumference, and they’re pretty long. Something just feels solid about them. It’s very nifty.

Something confusing is that all of the packaging I saw discussed how various pencils were “stumpable” or not. What does this mean? The only thing I can think of is perhaps that one could cut the lead at a strange angle, for some special effect? It’s mostly the softer and stranger leads which were claimed to be “stumpable”.

UPDATE:

    Okay, this is explained as well in the sense that I went back to the bookstore in order to get a pencil case and ended up acquiring a pair of paper stubs. These work much better than fingers. Real life can be like Photoshop, too!

The two erasers I got were a simple Sanford Pink Pearl and one of those kneaded rubber things. I’m not entirely sure what the use is of the latter, but I always saw them in my boxes when I was young and thought they were neat. So I picked one up for the hell of it. Again, it only cost around seventy cents — so what the hell.

UPDATE:

    Okay, I just remembered what’s so useful about the gummy erasers; they don’t particulate. They just absorb graphite like a sponge, without flaking all over. This gummy thing and the woodless pencil I have would work together very well if I were to be doing some detailed line work.

I’m not really sure what to do with these things, but now that I’ve them here I’m inspired to try to figure it out. Only problem is — gah, are these things ever expensive. This fact almost makes me reluctant to use them beyond sparingly. But I suppose I just have to get over that. I’m always so scared to lose things. I might as well put things to use while I’ve got them.

Dreams once cast…

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Okay. Experimented a bit. Tried throwing in Vampire Chronicle, thinking it was possible that for some bizarre reason this drive liked Japanese discs instead of US ones. Seeing as how it couldn’t really recognize GDs at all in my earlier tries, this seemed unlikely — and indeed it didn’t work.

But get this. I mentioned that CDs work, right? I stuck in the Game Shark, and it booted just fine. The GS is, of course, on a normal CD rather than a GD. So things will boot. It’s just that the drive doesn’t know what to make of GD discs.

More SNK sorting

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Okay.

Developers:

Who Megaking is to SNK:

    They’ve only been around for a few years. They made a name for themselves by being the sole distributor for SNK’s games in Korea for a while. They converted many of SNK’s MVS games to the PC in 2000. Now they’re designing Metal Slug 4.

    They also have had partnerships with Tecmo and CSK (the parent company of SEGA and ASCII and ISAO) in the past, just to mention.

Who Eolith is:

    One of the “bright rising stars” of Korean game development. They’ve also only been around for a few years. What they have to do with SNK besides development of KoF 2001 and 2002, I’m not sure.

Who UNOTac is:

    I have no idea. King of Fighters Online seems to be their first and only project, so far.

    This is an interesting quote, however, from Madman’s Cafe:

      The company’s human resources have a long-term relationship with SNK: Fatal Fury’s “Kim Kap-Hwan” was originally named after the father of UnoTac’s current president from his contribution to the growth of NeoGeo in Asia. Unotac’s current president- the son of Kim Kap-Hwan, is named Kim Jae-Hoon.

    Perhaps that explains why an adult Jae Hoon Kim is one of the main characters of KoF Online. Hrm.

Who Brezzasoft is:

    … I think this is the company formed by much of SNK’s staff once they left or were eventually fired. I’m not certain, though.

    Anyway, they’re now the main SNK developer. Eolith and Megaking seem to be perhaps designing their respective games, and pulling together and managing the appropriate resources, while Brezzasoft appear to be doing the bulk of the actual development. This might not be completely accurate, but that’s how it seems right now.

Management:

Who Playmore is:

    Um… I really don’t know. I can’t find much information about them, aside from the fact that they’re now the owners of all of SNK’s properties and that they ultimately are in charge of the whole new operation. The company might be one formed from ex-SNK staff members, but this is just speculation. They’re a mystery entity, at present.

    They have a logo, though!

    UPDATE: Oh, duh. They’re another pachinko company. I knew this; I just forgot it entirely. I’m not sure why SNK holds such interest for pachinko corporations…

Who Sun Amusement is:

    Oddly, once again I can’t seem to dig up much of any data on these guys. Toward the end of SNK’s life, Sun took up the job of distributing their final few games. Now they seem to be continuing that deal as SNK’s official distributor. They also manage SNK’s Neo-Geo Land arcade chain and help with testing.

    But as for who they really are, beyond this, I have no leads.

Who SNK NeoGeo (Korea/HongKong) are (and aren’t):

    These companies appear to have been jointly created by Playmore and MegaKing, in order to manage this mess. I’m not too sure about the HK branch, but it makes sense that the main branch is in Korea given that this is where most of the development teams (UNOTac, MegaKing, Eolith) are.

    SNK NeoGeo isn’t a developer, and I’m not sure how much power they have. It seems like they were created mostly to act as a hub for everyone else, and to keep SNK alive as an overall name for this business.

My question, now: Does all of this add up to one entity? Are MegaKing, Eolith, Sun Amusement, Playmore, Brezzasoft, and UNOTac now all committed to being limbs of SNK, or do any of them have other agendas? How is all of this organized? The fact that two branches of SNK NeoGeo were formed to manage this mess, is a positive sign. Sun does at least seem pretty deeply involved with SNK affairs for now. Both Eolith and MegaKing seem to be very enthusiastic about their new games — but are they now SNK subsidiaries, or are they just using the licenses for the moment?

I’m not too sure what to make about UNOTac. The whole concept of KoF Online is dodgy to begin with, and its execution looks… strange. I hope some tight reigns are kept on them, and Playmore didn’t just fling out the rights because they were offered enough money for licensing.

I guess that’s my biggest concern. Does all of this add up to something bigger? If so, it could be very promising. Or is this all just a fragile web of contracts and licensing? If so, I’m a little nervous.

I hope everyone is committed to actually making games rather than milking the properties. And I hope everyone is intending to cooperate.

We’ll see what happens, though.

Madman’s Cafe is back!

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And here they finally outline exactly what the heck is the current status of SNK.

I’m… not completely sure of how things might go, but I’m actually a little bit encouraged by all of this. Beyond SNK still living on in one form or another, it seems they’re actually larger than ever before, with several development teams. If they could only sort things out in a more permanent manner… It looks like there’s at least the potential for SNK to be healthier than ever before.

Never doubt the power of the undead, I say.

Meltdown

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It seems my DC’s drive motor has gone kaput. It just won’t spin up discs anymore. I can’t say I’m too surprised with the abuse I’ve been giving it over this stupid game, but darn it…

I’m leaving it alone for a while, hoping it will heal itself in time. If not, new drives appear to only be $33.00 from NCS. Of course a whole new DC is only $50.00, but I don’t want a new DC. This is my Dreamcast. And besides, my PSO characters would be useless with a new system. No, I must keep this system alive.

I suppose that’s not too expensive. I can probably deal with that. But I hope I don’t have to. Hrm. Poor thing.

I’ll make it better, somehow.

“Ore ga kowaii no ka?”

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Just using training mode, it would theoretically take 4.51 days straight to gather enough points to unlock the remaining characters in Capcom vs SNK beyond what I’ve already done, and to make both Morrigan and Nakoruru playable. This is ignoring the fact that I’ve not yet faced Gouki. Buying his stage, his character, and the other modes which he unlocks would raise the total up quite a bit higher. Beyond him, there are still a few features left ungathered.

Of course, one can only gather 999 points at a time in training mode before it has to be reset — and one can get around 400-500 points simply by playing through arcade mode (not even doing especially well), which takes far less time than the forty to fifty minutes which would required in training. Also, had I the DC link cable, I do own copies of both Card Fighters Clash and Match of the Millennium for the NGPC. So I’m sure I could get some points out of this business, if I just had a method to transfer them. But I don’t, and cables are rare and expensive — they were even when the NGPC was still alive.

Averaging 500 points per game, I’d only have to play through 130 more times in order to get enough points. Averaging a more sensible 400, I’d have to play through around 162 times. On the other hand, I could leave it in training mode again — for an hour and forty minutes each time — around 65 more times.

Just in order to finally purchase Nakoruru (I’d rather Morrigan, but I’ve mostly been ignoring the Capcom characters — so this goal is pretty far off (ah well; at least Nako’s sprite is new and pretty. unlike the grizzly artifact from 1994 or so which Capcom is still using for Morrigan)), I’d only have to play the game through (at 400 points per game) 57 more times. That, or leave the Dreamcast soaking in training on 23 further occasions. It would only take 38 more hours.

Oy. Capcom, in the future could you please be a little less annoying? This isn’t terribly reasonable. Especially given the difficulty level of the game (even when set on the easiest notch) and the extent to which you’ve torn apart my favourite characters, you’re really pushing your luck here.

Take a hint from Namco. Soul Calibur is I think the one instance I’ve personally seen where this process is done /right/ — where it’s actually *interesting* to unlock new features; where there is motivation and interaction through nearly the whole process. It took a few months for me personally to unlock everything possible (including buying up all of the final not-entirely-necessary art pieces and getting the “cleared” title screen), but it rarely felt like work.

I certainly wasn’t just leaving the game to sit without me, waiting for it to steep. I was eager to play through with each character (rather than seeing it as a chore), because the game was actually fun to play. The two-on-two mode which I’ve recently unlocked in CvS does seem quite a bit much more enjoyable and fair-feeling than Arcade mode could ever hope to be, but there are still some big inherent problems with balance.

Something else which is recently making the game more enjoyable is that some of the EX versions of characters manage to either fix the necessary moves which Capcom inexplicably crippled in the characters’ normal variations, or at least provide alternatives which make them a bit more competitive and interesting to use. (Worse are the cases such Terry, Mai, Kim, King, and Yuri. where a character’s standard set of moves are dismantled and spread across the normal and EX versions of the characters — and even worse are those such as Iori and Ryo, in which critical moves and elements of character control are either removed or altered drastically enough to make them feel like other characters altogether.)

Combine these with the much-desired original soundtrack which I’ve unlocked, and a few other cozy features, and things aren’t as annoying as they used to be. But the thing is, the unlocking process is a separate chore. One accumulates points at such a slow pace, and so many are needed for even the simplest features, that it takes forever to seem to make even a dent in the game. Further, when the process of collecting points is separated so much from one’s actual in-game activity (unlike the mission mode in Soul Calibur, where one accomplished specific tasks for specific rewards), then one feels no personal attachment to the process of unlocking. It doesn’t feel like accomplishment. It doesn’t feel like anything’s been earned. I took pride in completing Soul Calibur, as everything I accomplished I did by my own power. With Capcom vs SNK, the only thing required (indeed, the only thing which does much good) is an abundance of patience.

Again, this would not be a huge issue if other factors were not in the way. I can be a very patient person, as evidenced by the fact that I’m actually bothering to do all of this and I’m not complaining overly much about the process. It’s what’s required, and so I’ll do it simply because posterity so dictates. But one must wait for a very, very long time and the game simply isn’t enough fun on its own (due to the overall result of its design) to motivate a person to do so.

Ugh.

However, it seems Capcom have (sort of) been learning a bit from their mistakes. While they pulled this stunt in a few high-profile games they released in 2000, Capcom vs SNK 2 has only a couple of unimportant things to unlock. I’m not sure whether this is the right route to go either, as it always is nice to throw in a few extra things here and there outside of the normal and default game experience.

The typical pedantic hardcore mantra is that secrets and extra features are “fluff” and irrelevant. A lousy game isn’t made good by throwing in extra busy work and toys, and it’s supposedly annoying to hide the “good stuff” even in a good game. In message boards and newsgroups, people go on and on, tooting their own horns on the issue. Ideally these people would be having black boxes for sprites (no pretty character design and animation to distract them), with short “beep”s as audio cues. Those might even be seen as a luxury.

I’ve further read people scoff that any game would have unlockable features, as obviously the first thing anyone does is to download a completed save file so he can just play the thing unperturbed by the false barriers supposedly thrown in by marketing in order to increase play time.

I think it’s safe to say that I am not a hardcore gamer. Furthermore I hope not to be a hardcore anything.

Capcom vs SNK is a perfect example, however, for their primary point — which is a valid one, up to its own particular degree. (As with anything else, there is a need for balance.) It is a so-so game which is simply made annoying through its preponderance of locked material — much of which is not simply “extra” material (as I would consider Nakoruru and Morrigan’s characters, since they are obviously extraneous to and fantastical within the context of the game as a whole) but which is needed in order to make the game feel somewhat complete. However, even with this extra data there’s still an irritating amount left omitted simply by the game’s design — and no amount of extra hidden material could ever make up for this fact.

Soul Calibur and Dead or Alive 2 are other interesting examples of how far the concept can be taken in each direction. Soul Calibur is one of the most excellent fighting games which has ever been made, and it happened to be matched with one of the best systems of extra features (most of which were truly “extra” in one way or another) and methods of discovery which has been in any game of its sort. Soul Calibur is a great game, but the added value of its surplus of surrounding material and the engaging way of gathering this material makes the game all the much better.

The game’s world is gradually enhanced, and through mastery of the game and exploration, the single player is constantly rewarded. Even though it’s just a fighting game, Soul Calibur is one of the deepest and most satisfying games I’ve ever played. Without all of this surrounding material, it would merely just been fun to play. And there’s only so long you can play through arcade mode on your own, and still have fun doing it.

Dead or Alive 2 came quickly afterward, and seemed to promise stiff competition for the best 3D Dreamcast fighter. The game itself is entertaining enough. In some ways it’s deeper than Soul Calibur, while in others more shallow. It has its own feel, and it’s an adequate one. The real problem is that this is all there is. The game has a very solid engine and is reasonably fun to play, but there is nothing more to be done with the game once you’ve tinkered around with arcade mode for a few hours.

One can learn to use all of the characters, and play against other people (if one happens to have friends), and that’s fine; that’s a large part of the core point of a fighting game. But as a home game, and as a complete package, it is severely lacking. There isn’t even the complex plot one finds in Soul Calibur — nor are the character designs anywhere nearly as interesting. The character models are a bit more complex, but they all look like plastic blow-up dolls with different hair and clothes. They have no particular personality. There’s literally nothing to unlock, aside from the hidden ability to restore that nude Kasumi scene in the intro. (I suppose that would be enough to satiate the people who would find Kasumi interesting enough to be attractive.) No extra characters (not even the last boss), no extra rounds, no extra modes, no art gallery, no extra music, no extra options, no extra costumes, and certainly nothing original and creative.

So it’s an okay game, which one plays for a few hours and then, once everything interesting has been studied, puts away forever, at least in terms of the game itself. There’s no reason to keep playing, and as a complete game it really suffers. Again, the game is reasonably fun. If it offered something engaging which simply could not be found elsewhere, then maybe that would be enough on its own. But it’s just another fighting game — a very pretty one, with a sort of interesting system. The same way that Grandia II is a very pretty RPG with a sort of interesting system. It’s simply not original enough, and doesn’t have enough personality, to stand on its own — as solid as its underlying structure might be.

While it might not be true that a fundamentally bad game can be made worthwhile by the addition of bonus fluff, and while an amazing game doesn’t particularly need any filler, it’s exactly this sort of game which suffers for a lack of it. The game is capable and well-made, but there is nothing particularly unique to hold one’s interest for an extended period. If there were a handful of extra elements with which to toy around, if for nothing else than to break up the monotony, then it would reflect back on the existing material, making what is already there all the much more captivating. If enough of the right notes were hit in its presentation, the game could become something really memorable. Maybe not quite good enough, but at least substantial enough to be one of the elite.

Capcom vs SNK 2, from what I hear, is more than complex enough to hold one’s interest for quite an extended period even despite some continued niggling issues carried over from its predecessor — and this is good. My real point, however, is that I hope Capcom isn’t simply going from one extreme to the other and missing the point entirely in the process. It really helps a lot to have some extra material in a fundamentally shallow sort of a game such as this (as infinitely complex as the internal mechanics and the actual process of mastery might be). Otherwise, the game just becomes a toy.

It’s been shown that nearly any type of game has the potential to be far more than that, and it would be nice to see if they’ve come to understand this principle. They certainly have the talent, and occasionally one sees where they could have the heart. There are only so many worthwhile developers out there these days, and the good ones (Sega, SNK, Treasure) always seem to be in the worst shape. Capcom are in a better place than most to carry on the ideal, and it’s irritating to see themselves constantly missing the mark by just enough that it’s obvious they simply weren’t trying hard enough.

Hrm.

Anyway, there’s that.

Teeth

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For some reason I also find myself losing teeth in my dreams. There’s always this moment of horror when I realize the tooth is loose, and it sort of pops from the gum, with just a little tendril left connected, unwilling to detach, causing more and more pain as it wiggles around and blood begins to seep out…

Certainly it existed

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I downloaded the intro to MotW off of IGN DC the other night, and have rewatched it over and over, despite Edgar’s reluctance to play movies very well these days. The thing is directly emulated off of the Neo-Geo cartridge, and knowing this, the real-time (as such; sprite-based as opposed to being a movie file) intro is especially impressive. For eleven-year-old hardware, that system really can still hold its own. All of those people who actually bought one back in 1990 must have gotten their money’s worth by now. I wouldn’t at all mind having a Neo-Geo around, but I could probably buy the moon if I had that kind of money sitting within reach.

I played the file over and over, for nearly an hour. As much of a dork as I felt, I found myself giggling wildly, unable to control my glee, each time the movie ended. For the first several times I played it, my eyes even began to mist up a bit toward the end. I’m not sure why; it’s not like I was ever really very big into the Fatal Fury series until just very recently. But it felt similarly to my seeing the intro to Sonic Adventure for the first time, or watching that original “You’re not the only Hero” trailer for PSO — only even more so! Even stranger, I now get a similar sort of feeling every time I hear ESAKA played.

Why is this? Why did SNK’s series make such a huge impression on me, so quickly? It seems odd that my brain would be making as big a deal about this as if I were watching the intro to a new Streets of Rage.

Imprecision

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I thought maybe it was just me. but It has seemed like a lot of the commands I press in CvSNK just aren’t registering — however, when I beat the game just now (using a team of EX Sakura and Rugal), my controller went entirely dead. Now it’s acting like my VGA box — if I keep the wire in just the right position, the controller will accept that it is plugged into the system. If I move the cord at all, the controller will cease to work at all.

I like this controller, too. It’s purple, and it’s large enough for my hands.

I have only had two controllers ever fail on me before, in all of my years of gaming, and both were MadCatz DC pads. Maybe this says something. I mean, I try to take care of my stuff.

Socking on the new day

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Last night I played Capcom vs SNK and Panzer Dragoon until nearly dawn. I suppose I could have been doing something more constructive, but I’ve got a lot of groove points in the former case, now — almost enough to purchase EX Iori. And it keeps me focused on something, at least.

Headhunter is out in Europe now, and I’ve only seen a single review for it so far — and I don’t believe I’ve seen a more generic, content-less, undescriptive review for a game in my life. Still, it does look interesting — and I think I trust a Scandinavian game developer much more than I would most Western ones. And Shenmue II should be out in Europe soon, meaning my order should be filled in a couple of weeks.

I only today noticed where Mai stores her endless supply of fans. Yes, it’s exactly where you’d imagine. I’ll have to check some other games with her in them, now, and see if that was just Capcom’s addition or not…