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Leo’s Toy Store

By now everyone knows, I’m certain, that 428 is going to be localized by Spike Chunsoft next year. This event, the magnitude of which has been unseen in decades, has consequences twofold for me. First, it gives me a chance to experience the sequel to my personal game of 2016 (yes, Machi came out in 1998, I know). Most importantly, it means I can drop my plans to use the on-screen translator on the emulated Wii version.

On the left, the ultimate villain of Machi (probably not featuring in 428)

I’m somewhat worried, though. I can’t help but think that the sheer amount of effort required to play Machi while translating on the fly, trying to interpret those words the OCR couldn’t recognize, and overall spending a very long time with the game, has been instrumental in my enjoyment of it. Now that 428 is going to be easily available, that crucial element is going be missing. Perhaps… perhaps I should translate it myself again, instead?

Another thing that required a lot of effort was War and Peace, which I finally finished a few days ago. Started in December, finished in March… not bad. At least now I know that Tolstoy was totally a Napoleon hater, and Kutuzov fanboy. The first half was really good, and one of the best written books I’ve ever read. But the second half, when the war starts, quickly goes downhill. Even the writing falls in quality, with Tolstoy often repeating himself five or six times in the same paragraph. It doesn’t even feel like I was reading the same book. Too bad, because it had started so well. Oh well, the hype can’t always be real.

Of course, there’s a new book in the pipeline already. Did you doubt it?


For Want of a Whale

It’s been a while since my last post, but when you finish your personal game of the year, every other game pales in comparison. It’s too bad. Incidentally, perhaps it will be another story that catches my mojo again.

And there’s even time for a new GPU. Which will be swiftly used for… old games and browsing the internet.

After all, now that Machi is out of the way, I’ve been able to resume my daily (or nightly, really) reading habits. My latest prey is Moby Dick, by Herman Melville. It’s somewhat hard to describe, in truth. I was expecting a sordid tale of revenge amidst possibly pirates or something, and lots of accidental whale rampages in between.

So far it’s been anything but. I’ll admit that filling 1000 pages with that stuff would have been hard, but what we’ve seen as of yet (currently sitting at 60% of the book according to the Kindle), it’s essentially “Whaling 101: a 19th century primer”.

Not actually the Pequod.

There’s still time for it to turn into a sordid tale of revenge amidst possibly pirates, but when Melville spends most of the pages describing different whale species, arguing about the merits of whaling and then starting the vegan movement (those last two feel somewhat contrasting), I fear the rest of the book won’t be all that different.

Maybe the last 5%. That would be enough.