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WASHIZU TIC-TAC-TOE
Inspired by a challenge in that game design book by Ian and Brenda
And I swear I came up with the game before the title

You have a board with nine squares on it in a typical noughts and crosses configuration, and a bag. The bag contains eight plastic squares
Three opaque squares with crosses on them
Three opaque squares with noughts on them
Two see-through squares, one with a nought and one with a cross.

Players declare who will play noughts and who will play crosses. Randomly determine who will start. (Possible alternation: Crosses always start?)

Draw two tiles to start.

Each turn, the player puts a tile face-down on the square, then draws a tile from the bag. Obviously, the see-through tiles will be obvious as to what they are, but the others will be a mystery.

Play continues until all tiles are down. The person who finishes last (i.e. after the other person plays the last tile) can automatically claim the empty tile as a nought or a cross as appropiate.

The tiles are then turned over. The winner is the person who successfully creates a line. Draws can occur if both people make lines or if no lines are created.

The loser loses a pint of blood (optional)

RON RON RON RON RONNNNNN!



Possible variant that'd probably end badly:

TIC-TAC-JERK

Three players
Four by four square to play on (So you have to get four in a row)
Fifteen squares
- Ten are normal, half noughts and half crosses
- Four are see-through, half noughts and half crosses
- A brightly-coloured card with a cross on one side and a nought on the other
One player is noughts, one is crosses, the last is trying for a draw.
People draw from the bag until one person gets the brightly-coloured double-sided card. The person to his left is Noughts and the perosn to his right is Crosses. Play commences from Noughts to Crosses to Jerk.
The jerk keeps his double-sided card. He is only allowed two cards at a time like the others, so it is up to him when he wants to play it. As above, he declares whether the last square is a nought or a cross before the cards are flipped.
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I need to do a hundred things before tomorrow, but first, I put out a call for this meme on the Twitter

Name a fandom (or anything really), and I'll give you the scoop on at least three of my unpopular opinions related to it.

Only MadamLuna responded, but she said Grasshopper Manufacture, which is a doozy!

* I love Killer7. However, sometimes I wonder how and why they screwed it up so badly. As fantastically brain-melting as it is in its current state, if you have to chop out more than half the plot, something must have gone very wrong in development...
* I'd happily swap both No More Heroes titles for a new Killer7, in a heartbeat.
* Speaking of sequels, why DID they translate Flower Sun and Rain before the Silver Case, anyway? It's not as if Flower Sun and Rain has that much more mainstream appeal...
* Sometimes I think the real genius at GHM is not Suda51 but Masafumi Takada. (Usually when I'm listening to Pleather for Breakfast)
* I still think Suda51 is fantastic! But sometimes in darker moments I am absurdly jealous of him for getting such a lucky break in video games through his enthusiasm for wrestling. I wish I could make games because I knew a lot about my hobby, though looking at my hobbies I fear what they might be like... But to his credit, he persisted with working on games for years though he was still obscure and their earlier titles weren't so great. He seems to have earned his cult reputation in Japan and elsewhere and the company isn't afraid to try odd things even when they fail, which is laudible.
* ... That still doesn't excuse Michigan.
* Curtis Blackburn can go to fuck. Death-by-carwash was too good for him. (This is an unpopular opinion in Japanese fandom, I think)
* Mask de Smith (in the white suit, not the Cell-from-DBZ cosplay) is the hottest man in Killer7. I am very serious. DAT VOICE. And Dan Smith might have magnificent sideburns, but can he stop a bullet in mid-air by headbutting it?? I THINK NOT.

Gonna go clean before I embarass myself further now.

Waitasec

Dec. 5th, 2009 08:48 pm
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I'm the only one I know who's still using Dreamwidth, aren't I?

Shieeeeet!

... I want journals to add to the reading list...
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I have recurring nightmares about a particular teacher who I parted with on very, very, very bad terms. It usually involves me being stuck back at that school and her finding reasons to harrang me and/or be a terrible person in general. (her sitting back, SIGHing and shaking her head as one kid crushed another kid's skull under a giant crate with a forklift is a particular, and very in-character, example that comes to mind)

I had another nightmare like this last night. It involved her telling some kids including myself to go somewhere and do something; we went there at some expense, found we couldn't do it and went back (You know dreams, never skimping on the details, right?). She told the kid who reported this to her that we should have looked in one particular place that wouldn't have been obvious to anyone, and she told them that I, of course, should have known this.

At this point, I suddenly reached a semi-lucid state, finally snapping after eight years of having dreams about this goblin of a woman, and I began screaming. "FUCK YOU, MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT THEN, YOU FUCKING FUCK, I FUCKING HATE YOU AND YOU'RE A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHO KNOWS SHIT-ALL ABOUT ANYTHING IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING REPRESENT IN MY FUCKING DREAMS AND JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY?"

The children went silent. And she told me what it was she was trying to do.

I huffed a furious 'THANK you' and turned to go.

"And when you forget," she said in a strangely deadpan tone, "I'll be right here telling you again."

When I left that building I saw the ocean in the distance, and another recurring nightmare came to mind. "Oh, that's right," I snarled, "Come on, while we're here bring on the fucking tidal wave like you always do."

Sure enough an apocalyptic tsunami formed and rushed towards me. The other dream NPCs ran screaming.

Until it hit me, I stood right there, holding a plastic shopping bag in one hand and and flipping off the wave with the other.

It went right through me like a hologram, leaving nothing but a strange summertime shimmer behind it. By the time it was generating an even bigger wave to see if that would faze me, I got bored and walked away.




Wish I could remember what the hell it was the teacher told me.

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