Right then, i have a train to catch in half an hour so a full review is out of the question… or is it? Could i perhaps summarize my feeling for a videogame with such little time? Only a sentance ago i thought it couldn’t be questioned so maybe if i was wrong about that, my premise might be wrong making this entire paragraph a needlessly long tangential introduction that only serves to waste my already notedly scarce time, meta (therefor good). So with that in mind it think it’s about time we talk about waifu’s.
Skulls girls is a game that a handsome and musty friend of mine suggested a few years ago and then i brought it. It is a game where you fight, which is a rather unremarkable thing, games like watching fire and watching paint dry ( a classic look it up sometime haha millennials, you’ll probably go watch someone else watch paint dry and then gasp in shock as they call the paint the N word) have left the narratively limiting concept of conflict on the cutting room floor as of late, a trend which have not gone unnoticed by some developer opting to leave most the game on the cutting room floor in a hopeless and vain attempt to turn their 1930’s esq cutting rooms into the sleek plastic laden digital studios of the 1980’s, we’ve all seen ashes to ashes and we know that their hair was silly and that the 1980’s was actually REDACTED all along (numb nuts, the people literally died at the beginning so it's not a spoiler to say that it’s the afterlife)
I heard a song about steamy sex with a snowman once, frost bite aside i thought such things should be relegated to the realm of VIDEOGAMES and we’re back on topic. So like in this fighting game you play as a girl or sometimes a trumpet if you brought that, but it’s extra. Which is a complex way of getting the player to imagine what it might be like to be systemically underpaid in a historically patriarchal system that hold double stands as the norm and make you walk around the office with pointy shoes…. and have jiggly parts/ whatever those things on the trumpet are called that make to DOOOT noise are.
I’m pretty sure several people have committed ritual seppuku at the mention of a wage gap but i’m about to make you forget that with my brilliant heel turn (in pointy shoes) you see at the beginning of the last paragraph i made reference to a song by singer songwriter and all round BAE kate bush, she wrote a song about if you like could swap places with your waifu then you’d understand their troubles, wants and desires and then like your relationship would be swell, like how narcissus now has a profound understanding of the plight of the Daffodil. I’m not sure exactly how to go about this, maybe beating the snot out of a trumpet might be a good start?
Maybe empathy might take a genuine exerted effort of mutual respect from both parties to understand not just the conclusions but their motions of how they came to believe that, free of pretense. Speaking of pretense i’ve been banned from my local music shop for smashing up the trumpets while dressed in a revealing sailor outfit and high heels. The owner and me and got to chatting as i explained why i was doing what what i was doing, i felt like we we’re really connecting when turned out this was just a ploy to stall for time while the fuzz arrived, jokes on him i can’t run in these fucking heels. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have resorted to such draconian methods if i’d have been dressed as trumpet.
Game is pretty fun.
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