Opinions of NewHus that no one asked for now that I’ve had a weekend to digest the designs (I haven’t grabbed the demo yet).
Etarnation the ButterFairy: Cute design, but not outlandish enough to avoid being dropped into the same bin as all other non-Clownpiece fairies.
Nemu Nemu Yea: I’m not sure what part of ZUN’s art evolution is more shocking, boobs or hands. We might collectively have to stop making the jokes. Anyway, best of the three by a pretty wide margin. The bow on the meat cleaver is the most hilarious prop since Rin’s wheelbarrow.
LILY MOTHERFUCKING WHITE BACK TO SPRING ALL UP IN YOUR GRILL HELL YES
Perfect Cherry Blossom Too Good For This World, Too Pure: Feels like a tryhard EXTREEEEEEEME Kyouko on ZUN’s part, honestly. Impossible to dislike, though, of course, so he’s at least partially succeeded.
Basically everyone is at least decent-to-good but I only have faith in Serial Killer Eyes the Mountain Hag’s ability to carry my interest any higher than generic. Still, this is the most interested I’ve been in a game’s collective first half since SA. (Sorry to all the KageWakas out there.)
Name: Ravel Nickname: Ravioli, Rooster, Razzles, Razzle Dazzle. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Height: 5'6" Sexuality: Ace Single/Taken: Polyamorous, currently have the best gf. Nationality: American. Hobbies: Learning. Religion: Neutral Good Favourite Fruit: Motherfucking huckleberries. Favourite Season: Spring. Favourite Book: Ender’s Game atm, looking for a new fav. Favourite Flower: It pretty. Favourite Scent: Deep hug. Favourite Colour: Rose gold. Favourite Animal: Lionn Favourite TV show: Samurai Jack. Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate?: You fool. I want them all together in one cup. Average sleep: 6, looking for 8. Cat or Dog Person: Neither, though I do love them both. Favourite Fictional Character: Richard. Number of Blankets I Sleep With: About 7 Dream Trip: Somehow do that “backpack through Europe with musical instrument” thing where you pay for your trip though being a real life Bard. I get the sinking suspicion it wouldn’t work out as well as its been romanticized but a boy can dream.
But also I don’t really want to travel through Europe, I’d rather start in Southern Russia and make my way down to the Pacific Islands. Blog Created: Well I created this blog when I was around 16, so that would be 6 years ago? 2011. Number of Followers: 420 BLASE IT. (I’m not joking)
Bitty wakes up to the sound of Shitty sprinting up the stairs, shouting his fool head off. Oh. Goodness. It’s nearly 11, and he’s slept in… at least it’s a weekend… but goodness, he’s groggy. He lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to get used to the nearly-noon sunlight streaming in through his window like nobody’s business. So bright. So much of it.
“JAAAACK. HAPPY SPRING C MORNING!”
mumblemumble “..what is…”
“Drink up, drink up, drink early and often, my man, today is a day to party! I’m goin out there–”
See this? The view from my backyard. Looks nice, doesn’t it? A happy, sunny day, right?
WRONG. THIS RIGHT HERE IS LIKE STEPPING OUTSIDE AND INTO SATAN’S ASSHOLE. THIS RIGHT HERE IS 45*C HEAT WITH 80% HUMIDITY.
THIS IS NOT EVEN SUMMER. THIS IS SPRING, MOTHERFUCKERS, AND I HOPE YOU’RE ALL ENJOYING YOUR FUCKING NUTMEG TEA AND BITCH ASS BLANKETS OVERSEAS WHILE WE SWEAT OUT OUR OWN GODDAMN BLOOD THROUGH OUR PORES.