Onechanbara: Double Your Pleasure Edition (awww yeaaa!)

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sibylla

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Videogame is one word. When someone writes “video game,” I think of an Atari, and the way its wood-grain finish matched the hulking television that occupied the larger part of one’s living room. I think of games that happened to be playable with the aid of video, and of the crude lines and blips of washed out colour that flickered through a loose RF adapter.

“Videogame” applies to a medium: one with a rich history and growing vocabulary that is every bit equal to those other “elder” mediums sometimes cited for a comparison. Videogames are the new aesthetic. Doesn’t this sound rather pretty? Not prison pretty per se, but poetic enough to be discussed in the academic zones of these United Internetz.

Speaking of those, I think I’ve been waiting for a game like Onechanbara to arrive, optimistic that it might save us from ourselves. It comes to us as two separate, but similar titles, on two different platforms. With the aim of bringing two different perspectives, we’ve brought in a guest reviewer, and can now offer you the opportunity to pick your poison:


http://www.torontothumbs.com/2009/02/19/review-onechanbara-double-your-pleasure-edition/
 
I've been itching for a two seperate prison pretty game that can save me from myself. I think I'll give Onechanbara a try. Thanks for the recommendation.
 
[quote name='Brak']What the Hell are your babbling about?[/quote]
It's like the drunk guy at the end of the bar. You know he's there every night. Sometimes he rambles some fascinating piece of insight or a sublime life lesson. However, most of the time he is rambling about nothing of consequence and just talking to hear his own voice, because- you know- he's lonely and just a smelly old lush.
 
This might just be the absolute best appraisal I've ever heard!

[quote name='h3llbring3r']It's like the drunk guy at the end of the bar. You know he's there every night. Sometimes he rambles some fascinating piece of insight or a sublime life lesson. However, most of the time he is rambling about nothing of consequence and just talking to hear his own voice, because- you know- he's lonely and just a smelly old lush.[/quote]
 
We used to have a guy in our city like that. He used to hang out at the Kmart cafeteria and just ramble, or you'd see him walking down the street yelling at the big clock on the corner.

We loved that guy and would sit and talk to him because he was insane. We found out where he lived and would drive by and chat with him if he was out. I have video tapes of our conversations, which mostly ended with us laughing our asses off.

We didn't make fun of him, we actually were fans, you could say.
Him: "Do you know what the first word of 'Crossbreeding' is, boys?"
Us: "Ummmm...cross?"
Him: Thaaaaat's right, boys. Think about it."

He had...interesting insights into politics and religion. Catch him on the right day, and he'd chat for about an hour. It would seem normal for a bit, and then he'd exclaim "And then Lincoln freed the slaves!"

We found out later that he went through a messy divorce and his wife took everything and his son, and he just broke down. Not as interesting as our "wandering civil war soldier ghost" theory we came up with.
 
There's this guy that comes on the radio every so often up here in Boston named Mike the Can Man and he just like the guy you described. He goes off on everything from Canadian TV to high school cross country.
 
Reminds me of one of my co-workers, I work the nightshift. Anyway, he would say one thing and then say something that would contradict what he said eariler.
 
[quote name='PlumeNoir']We used to have a guy in our city like that. He used to hang out at the Kmart cafeteria and just ramble, or you'd see him walking down the street yelling at the big clock on the corner.

We loved that guy and would sit and talk to him because he was insane. We found out where he lived and would drive by and chat with him if he was out. I have video tapes of our conversations, which mostly ended with us laughing our asses off.

We didn't make fun of him, we actually were fans, you could say.
Him: "Do you know what the first word of 'Crossbreeding' is, boys?"
Us: "Ummmm...cross?"
Him: Thaaaaat's right, boys. Think about it."

He had...interesting insights into politics and religion. Catch him on the right day, and he'd chat for about an hour. It would seem normal for a bit, and then he'd exclaim "And then Lincoln freed the slaves!"

We found out later that he went through a messy divorce and his wife took everything and his son, and he just broke down. Not as interesting as our "wandering civil war soldier ghost" theory we came up with.
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That was eerily depressing. Thanks for the story though :)
 
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