First of all, do I dare review this masterpiece? Do I really want to? Do I have the courage? *deep breath* Alright, let’s do this!

So, here I am about to review one of Level-5’s masterpieces “Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch.” First of all, if you love animation and LOVE Studio Ghibli and Joe Hisaishi then cry your little eyes out because these two amazing groups come together to create this AMAZING game. I can’t even describe how awesome it is: the graphics are phenomenal, the music makes my ears orgasm multiple times and the story is so “flippin’” epic.

So, to summarize without spoilers, you play as a boy named Oliver in the “human” world (our world), who receives a doll from his mother. A few days (or weeks?) later, she tries to save Oliver from drowning and ends up dying (sorry, spoiler) and Oliver somehow realizes she’s alive and goes searching for her (don’t really remember how, it’s been a while) Long story short, his doll is actually a fairy named Drippy, who comes from a parallel world—where each person has a copy of themselves in the other world. They may look different, like a human in one world and a cat-person in the other. So anyway, Oliver, with Drippy’s help, opens a gate to the other world and begins a search for his mother...

While playing this game, you may notice that many places, and characters, in this new world are related to children’s stories like Ding Dong Dell for example. It’s a town ruled by cats and they are fighting the mice for dominion. Yeah, pretty cool and crazy at the same time. You also gain some new friends like Esther and Swaine—each with their own unique abilities; creatures you can tame, battle and evolve and feed; and you get to traverse a giant overworld. You eventually befriend a cute dragon too!

I know I am skimming over so much stuff, like the combat-style (lots of button variations); the plotline (traversing a lot between worlds and learning spells, since Oliver becomes a wizard) and of course, the villains. Did I say villians? Yes, because there are plenty to go around and each one is unique. Most of them are villains because part of their souls are missing (trapped in the other world) so you have to return them to their rightful owners. Returning said villain back to normal.

Like I said guys, this game is just to awesome to type into words. There is just so much stuff and by the time I typed it all; I’d have a book written. This game does have a sequel, although it happens centuries later. It’s called, “Ni no Kuni 2: Revenant Kingdom” and this game is just as good, even though Studio Ghibli didn’t do the artwork. It still looks amazing though, and the combat is less complicated than its predecessor and instead of familiars (the creatures that you tame, battle, evolve and feed), you get higgledies; who look like elemental sprites. In this one, you get President Roland (yes, the president from our world), a prince from Ding Dong Dell and a sky pirate princess! You also get a flying ship.....okay, I’ll stop. When I finish that game, I’ll write a review for you, okay?

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Rating: S (surpasses “A”)

Feels: S

Graphics: S

Music: S

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The wounds have dried ,

The scars are still there ,

They remind me of our pain ,

Now it's time for us to heal together .

If love I get in return

I am ready to endure the pain you grant ,

We are all we have , we are all we need ,  

Time , beyond and forever .

And with the new dawn breaking ,

With new dreams shaping ,

I watch the sun is rising ,

With the belief of a new beginning .

#love #relationships #pain #newbeginning #hope #dreams #time

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun

Yet you expect me to say cheesy love lines

You want me to say

that her lips are more red than coral

(They’re not)

That she is white as snow

(fool her breasts are grayish brown)

That she has rosy cheeks

(She ain’t no Disney princess

Or some Barbie doll)

But I love her

I love to hear her speak

I won’t say she’s a goddess

(I ain’t never seen one)

But I love her

I see our love as rare

I won’t give you misconceptions

with false comparisons

But I love her

You didn’t notice

When it all started going downhill

You didn’t see

When the light faded from my eyes

When I lost all the life I once had

I think it’s because it happened so slowly

Every day would just

Get harder

And harder

And harder

But the progress was too slow

To keep track of

To really take note of

I didn’t see it myself for a while

But it finally hit me

These thoughts you’re having aren’t normal

You weren’t like this a few months ago

Are you okay?

I started asking myself the questions I needed to hear

I became more honest with myself

But you never realized that anything was different

How could you not see it?

How could someone I saw every day

Someone who knew me

Or, at least, that I thought knew me

Not see all that was happening?

Maybe I was wrong

Maybe you just saw me as a pretty face

I knew you

Every part

I listened when you talked to me

I asked questions to find out more about you

But now that I’m thinking back,

You never did the same for me

So maybe I shouldn’t be blaming you

For not noticing how bad my condition became

Maybe I should be blaming you

For telling me you loved me

But not really knowing me at all

Come and pray o’er the land

Come and wish you had some “hand”

You have been scribbling for 10 years

But for all your snot and cheers

You still suck and we still see the

absolution in writing me.

Offal offers up your snout.

Scribbbbbbble on and look about

No one cares cause no one knows

Die by your own hand

not by the Academy

Burroughs not

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky!

Wheres the what

In which we’re languishing?

wishing language set to pace, but isnt free

what seems to whisper but

has no face

to lend a motive to the persistent rails

What calls out over loudspeaker to move along

the herd is good

Keep writing close to hand

and therapy is good to have.

Not because you’ll ever have an inkling

No, no.

but because

well, Time it’s got this thing

You have to keep moving as it blankets everything

and we try so hard to nebulize the scalding torch

that is holding on to us

and down seems up and left because

it realized it other half would neer appear

So it coughed and sung and took a Wellbutrin

Now down is up the well we dug.

And complacency rolls on my tongue.

Fight to puke but it is snuggly

saintly, toothily, a part of me

Man from nothingness

yet nothingness peeks beneath Time’s lee and now I’ve got to take a breath and pee

Time’s precious little ironies

Have fucked up your eyes and memory....

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Happy Writes,

The Prose Team

When you are friends with someone

For a long time

And suddenly,

They hate you

And you are forced to go through every conversation

You’ve ever had with or about this person

Searching for the reason

So suddenly

It can’t be what you’re thinking of

Right?

But in the end,

It seems it is

In the end,

You are hated for wanting to be happy

It is better for you if they show their true colors now

Before you get too invested

Before you start to lean on them too much

But it still hurts

And it frustrates me most

It’s Saturday night and I’m home alone. It’s dark out, but all the lights are on. The window is open and I can feel the cold spring air. The heat is on but I am too warm. The doors are locked and I’m upstairs. Nobody can get to me, at least that’s what I tell myself. I am safe in my home. I hear the train, the thud of metal wheels on a metal track. The horn blows and the rumbling is louder; it’s close. The walls shake a little but nothing falls off. Until last night, a little past midnight, when the sconce came tumbling down. It sounded like a window crashing open and glass breaking all over the hardwood floor. I startle awake and my heart is in my throat, beating so fast I can’t catch my breath. There’s no room for my vocal chords to vibrate and I cannot scream. I am scared, but so tired that the sleep still grips my eyes as I can barely open them. The dogs are not phased. They’re a bit restless because they heard it too. I finally work up the courage to throw off the covers and go downstairs. I’m still so tired that danger is not even a thought. I look around and there isn’t any obvious sign of disturbance. The cats are running around, chasing each other in the early morning hours as they often do. Cats are nocturnal creatures and for them, it’s the witching hour. The dogs aren’t barking and so I think I am safe. No windows ajar, no glass on the floor. I quietly reassure myself that I was dreaming. I realize I’m also ready for a midnight snack. I walk into the kitchen and grab a breakfast bar and walk back upstairs. I greedily inhale it and pass out from exhaustion. It isn’t until the next morning, when I wake-up, that I realize I’m not alone. I can’t remember what I heard first, the shallowness of his breathing next to me or my screams.