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・CrossCode
やばい、ここにきてメチャクチャ面白い。中盤で盛り上がるゲームはめいさく
1京HPの敵とかよくもまあ思いついたなという感じ 強制カタルシスじゃん ありそうでなかった気がするこういうの ゲーム内ゲームだからできたことよね KH2の1000体斬りみたいな楽しさがあった
ただエミリーが物語の奴隷になっている感があってそこだけは興ざめした ゲームにしろアニメにしろホンマにこういうの多いよね、物語上の都合のためだけに、正確にはブレイク・スナイダー式で言うところの「All Is Lost」のためだけにキャラクターが歪められること 別に鬱展開が嫌いなんじゃなくて、鬱展開を作り出すために（必要がために）キャラクターが歪められるのが嫌いなんだよ まあ好感度調整しやすいイベントではあるんだろうけど All is lostのテンプレとしては今まで最も親密だったキャラクターを敵対させて今まで最も敵対していたキャラクターを親密化させること これでしばらく主人公・最敵対で行動させた後に最親密との仲直りイベントを挟むことでキャラクターのヘイトバランスが整う 何百回使いまわしてんだよこのコンポーネント 捨てちまえ まあそれにまんまと盛り上げられている俺も俺ですが……。いや、だって……アポロ好きでしょ、全人類。そりゃ盛り上がるよこの展開は。
エヴォタールーカスが消えたの正直かなり哀しい 分史ミラを喪ったときとほぼ全く同じ感情 境遇的にも同じだし 再登場……しないだろうな ちくしょう！（ルーカス）
・生活
日本人向けのオランダ語の教本を借りた 発音をカナで表記しようとしてて醜すぎて目が潰れた こりゃあ日本人が外国語できないわけだ 素直に英語の借りれりゃよかったんだけどオランダ語の教本in Englishがトゥシュグアンに存在しなかった
最近ガソリンが高すぎて狂いそう しかし特定のイベントで信仰ポイントを1貯めた
赦しなさい。そうすれば、あなたがたも赦される。 与えなさい。そうすれば、あなたがたにも与えられる。押し入れ、揺すり入れ、あふれるほどに量りをよくして、ふところに入れてもらえる。あなたがたは自分の量る秤で量り返されるからである。
ルカによる福音書 6:38
聖書って究極的にはおばあちゃんの知恵袋なんじゃないかという気がしてきた 良識ある生活の手引きなんですよね 処世の指南書 じゃけん善く生きましょうね
・仕事
無能すぎて左遷された でもこっちの方が楽かも知れない 少なくとも今の意味不明vrouwが上司の環境よりは良い
金さえ貰えればなんでもやりますよ……
・メモ
インビンシブル-～無敵のヒーロー～を観る
肘舐めの奴はシャバダバの空にエピソード3
ウォーキングデッド観たい 最近英語を聴いていないので
最近日蘭中トのコンテンツにしか触れてなくて英語力がガタ落ちしているのを感じているので英語で日記書くなりしてどうにかしたいな I am English She played the fiddle in an Irish band but she fell in love with an English manがスムーズに言えたらOKみたいな謎の定期テストをしています 今日awestruckという単語を新しく覚えた weblio学習レベル25らしい 初めて見たわそんな数字 crestfallenでもレベル20でしょ まあflabbergastとか測定不能な奴もあるっぽいが ちなみにレベル9で英検1級以上・TOEIC950点以上の水準らしいので25ならTOEIC2565点以上水準ですね バグってんだろおおおおおおおお
イーサネットでブログ書いてた時期の英語日記でもあげるか
20/6/8
I think I should’ve started daily journaling earlier. I hope it helps me to improve my English skills. Now, what should I write here? I guess what is nagging me the most is sleep deprivation. It is lasting for a week approximately, and I don’t know how to deal with it anymore. I go to sleep in the second half of 4 am on average. You might wonder what I do for that long time at midnight. Well, the answer is nothing. I just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling or watching some videos indifferently with blank eyes. No one would dispute the fact that I am in a horrible circumstance in terms of health. It is kind of beyond belief that I, who was particular about healthcare, have devolved into a night owl. Even I myself never thought it would happen. I’ve got to figure out a way of getting out of the situation. It is my top priority at the moment. By the way, writing an article in English while Grammarly is on makes me a bit nervous, to be honest. However, it is also true that it’s a bit challenging to write English sentences without him. I am doing a great job so far, miraculously, though. As a temporary measure, I am going to set a limitation on how many words I should write every day (at the minimum). It’s 1000. Remember, the future me. Over.
6/9
I feel like reading Russian literature for no apparent reason. When you think about it, however, it has a lot of good novels, such as The Idiot, Crime and Punishment, both of them by Dostojevski. But most of all, Novel With Cocaine is my favorite one. It is filled with gloomy vibes, which I think is a characteristic of Russian literature. The idea of “our inborn feelings of humanity and justice are what provoke satanic brutality” speaks to me on so many levels. I, too, think that sanity and insanity are like the two sides of a coin; inseparable. Should you look on the bright side, however, t means that everyone, including a criminal, has a virtuous aspect. How does that sound to you? I know I am talking to myself, but since it is not the current me but the future one, it is not so absurd to direct a question at him. That’s right, my problem regarding sleep deprivation is still there, unfortunately. But don’t worry, everything’s going to be ok. I also have this horrifying black stain on my middle finger’s nail though.
6/10
Well, I guess I finally slept well today. But there stands another problem anew; pimples. The likelihood is that they arose because of my irregular sleep-wake rhythm. Shame on me! I am not even sure if I can sleep peacefully today. Hopefully, I don’t get a stroke. Aside from that, I feel at sea concerning whether I should keep learning other languages or not. I mean, currently, I have three languages to learn; English, Chinese, and Esperanto. But given the fact that I am not even fluent in English, I can’t help but think, am I qualified to breed all of them? My speaking skills are miserable for someone who has learned English for two years. I might as well start some English teaching services (like hell I can afford it). Now, I am going to run out of words to speak and just try to fill out in the blanks here. It is a lot like a kid trying to get through a paper test that needs an astronomical number of words at a minimum. Good old days, I miss you so much. Yearningness for childhood is one of the articles of my faith, after all.
6/11
Right now, I am addicted to watching videos of Summers. It is quite a waste of time, but I can’t help it. I drew Oliver with a caption in French yesterday, and I didn’t realize it lacked those characters which contained accent marks. It is now kind of embarrassing, but since it’s water under the bridge, my hands are tied. I know this is out of the blue, but I want to praise myself for noticing a run-on sentence immediately. I initially didn’t put the word since before the watery sentence, but then I realized that I made a mistake faster than Grammarly warned me. I am a grammar nazi now, right? By the way, it is raining cats and dogs. How annoying! You know the rainy season has started. Thanks, I hate it. What’s even worse is that it could cause a power outage, which I hate the most. Oh, I tell you what, the rain stopped all of a sudden. Ah, yes, salvation. I have 100 characters left to line up, but what the hell am I supposed to say when I have nothing to talk about? That’s it, the show is over. 再见！
6/12
I’m starting to think that Arya’s kill list is one of the decent ways to deal with resentment for the irrationality of the world. I way today years old when I realized that Ed Sheeran was the same age as Kenshi fucking Yonezu.
6/13
I started reading a Russian book named Death and Penguin. It is more interesting than I initially expected. The penguin, Misha, is so cute, although he, contrary to initial expectation, dosen’t speak at all. I had thought the book was about an obscure writer - the protagonist - and a cynical, depressed penguin having a conversation about their misery or something like that. Well, it was not completely inaccurate, but he was not able to speak a human language after all. On second thought, it was obvious and quite normal though.Nevertheless, he is so adorable that he doesn’t even need to talk like a mascot in the magical animes. He walks with a silly sound like… Well I can’t describe it. Maybe it’s on one of the pages of Alice in Wonderland. Okay, it’s about time to wrap it up. Fuck it.
6/14
I just can’t stop adoring Konjak, who is the creator of Iconoclasts. I didn’t know it was made by completely one person. I mean… Are you serious? He solely drew all of the scripts, scenarios. He composed all of the fabulous songs in the game. He programmed all of the complicated sysmtems of it. How did… How did you even… I just can’t believe it. On top of that, he has spent seven fucking years on the project. What a durable concentration.He’s a man of focus, commitment, and sheer fucking will. I want to be like him, earnestly. I once kinda disregarded the game, but after knowing all of them, I can’t possibly disparage it. I. Totally. Adore. Him. Maybe he’s now on the pedestal of highness on which only a handful of people, like [検閲], [検閲], can sit. Much great wow.
6/15
“Ah, boring. So boring that I could be enticed to watch Orgy of the Dead right now. Ah, I’m about to be eaten away by greed for instant gratification!” After grousing for a hot minute, he turned to me and said; “Hey, you got anything that can fulfill my boredom?”
“Um, how about chess?” I replied inarticulately.
“No way! Are you living in the Middle Ages or something? No one likes a game that once you’re allocated to Black all you can do is strive for a stalemate.” he said, expressing his disgust with a grimace.
“Well then, a stroll?” I said.
“Ah, yes. One of the most fruitful hobbies renowned for its efficiency. But unfortunately, it’s for the birds. Not for human beings.” He snubbed me.
“Well then, painting, maybe?” I suggested, knowing he would shrug it off. But I couldn’t come up with anything other than that.
“Listen, Bob Ross. Do you know what they say? ‘Chess is mental torture’ and ‘Painting is just torture’. Quotes from Kasparov and me, respectively.” he said with an air of disinterest, just as I expected.
“Painting is not always torturous though.” I retorted lightly. “That means ‘it is torture sometimes’,” he said, “who would like to start something like that?”
And then, I was overwhelmed. I believe you could easily realize that he is that one guy you don’t want to be friends since every word of him denotes his cynical, quarrelsome, immature personality. Nevertheless, I didn’t hate him. Because I knew he was the chosen one. I knew his tedium originated from his ultimate flair - winning every game or sport or whatsoever, solving a multitude of math problems no other mathematicians couldn’t even get a clue, finding a cure for cancer. If anything, I should feel honored to be with someone like him. Objectively speaking, his sin for thinking he is all that was exempted by being actually all that. Besides, I had a theory that everyone has their own suffering, no matter what position they are in. Being the chosen one is no exception. I reckoned he had his own burden that nobody can identify with and being bored all the time was one kind of evidence.
“Well, it seems like I can’t elicit any good idea from you after all. Should’ve guessed as much,” he shrugged, grazing his whiskers. ” But do not be crestfallen, pal. at least your endeavor for entertaining me has somewhat diluted my cloudy mood.” He added impudently.
“It’s a shame I couldn’t evaporate it.” I answered mindlessly.
After a while, the aroma of peat wafted into the house out of nowhere.
“What is this?”
“I will tell you in due course.”
“Due course? when?”
“Not when we have kind of a taut conversation.”
“If you’re in doubt, you might want to look into overdosing on an anesthetic for numbing your sluggish train of thought.”
“Could you stop being sarcastic for 5 seconds?”
“Why do I have to comply with you when my life is this pernicious?”
“Well… I don’t see any relevance between them.”
“Wow, you make demur against me? I didn’t know you had become so important that you can defy me.”
“It’s a free country. Nothing can muzzle me after all.”
“Impudent move. You seem to have a misconception about the definition of liberty.”
6/17
I can’t possibly come up with an idea that can make my game, specifically the part of treasure-hunting, more interesting. At this rate, even I, the creator, have no fun in it. This is bad, I want to be like Konjak at any cost. To add insult to injury, I am still sleep-deprived. Owo what’s this? Ah yes, collapsed life. I know I’m dying, whatever. Idfc about anything at this point. I also deleted my Twitter account. I have this dismal feeling of hatred toward everything. I’ve always hated the Internet since I was a boy. Fuck it. Fuck everything. Burn ‘em all.
6/19
I realized I deleted my account with my odaibako being disconnected, which is kind of good in retrospect since I could not have resisted the urge to check it. The connection to Hell must be disengaged so that I can concentrate on productive activities.
I finally purchased P4G. I had been wanting to play it for a damn long time, but couldn’t afford it until yesterday. It, however, was a struggle to play it smoothly, you know. I don’t know it was because of my crappy PC, or the property of the game, but whenever it played a cutscene, it went laggy GGG GGG. I spent a hundred years trying to fix it, and finally, yet oddly, it was settled with the highest res and full-screen mode. I mean… Why? I was 99% sure that the lag occurred for the screen size being too big because when I set it 640*480 it went somewhat smoothly. And then, you calmed down with the full screen? Now I call it a High Collar. Incidentally, I named my protag 鳴上悠, his official name, but I’m starting to think it was kind of a mistake since he’s meeker than I expected and delegates a lot of options to the player. It’s like the protag in Pokemon. I didn’t expect this. Well, I shall now explore the world of Persona for the time being.
まだまだあるけど流石に全部引用はしない
こいつ英語下手じゃない？？？僕UnityできますよTシャツの英語版みてぇなことばっか書きやがって テメーみたいな奴をostentatiousって言うんだよ 6/15とかは多分そういう意図で書いたんだろうからいいけど
じゃあオランダ語で日記でも書くか…… Ik heb vandaag veel eten gekocht. Daar gaat mijn geld. Verdomme. Subordinating conjunctionsのクソルールのせいで自由に書けない
[クソルール]
このりんごは食べられない。 This apple is not edible. / Deze appel is niet eetbaar.
それは古い。 It is old. / Het is oud.
このりんごは古いので食べられない。 This apple is not edible because it is old. / Deze appel is niet eetbaar omdat hij oud is.
このりんごは古いので、食べられない。 Because it is old, this apple is not edible./Omdat hij oud is, is deze appel niet eetbaar.
あーもう（語順が）めちゃくちゃだよ
【何が起きているの？】
オランダ語ってomdatみたいな従属接続詞{AndやButやOrのように等価の文をつなぐのではなく、whenやbecauseやsinceやwhileのように節(clause)を生成し、下等文として扱うもの)が挟まると文章構造の入れ替わりが起こるんですよ。
下等側はV2言語の癖に動詞が必ず最後に来るんですね。ちなみにhetがhijになってるのはこれとは関係なくて性によって代名詞が変わるから。これもかなりゴミだけどまぁこっちはまだいいよ。
最悪なのが強調のために従属側が手前に来た時に上級側まで文構造を破壊しなきゃいけないルール。誰が考えたん？アホちゃう？isとisが隣り合ってるやないか。ISISだろこれもう。しかもなんで従属節では動詞と形容詞入れ替えたのにこっちでは名詞と動詞を入れ替えるんだよ。統一しろやせめて。あああああ！！ああああああああ！！！
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