The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey, if one were to consider it a game, that is interactive multi-media software, is a poor game, poor in regards to it isn't innovative in anyway, it's mechanics are not complex (the game admits to this in the Steam page by saying, ''light puzzles'')and I believe it will be forgotten in quick notice as there's not a stroke of genius in any part of the game, a relatively short game which took me three hours to complete and reach a satisfactory ending, an ending in which I lied with my dear Ashley. The game as of now is incomplete with episode 3 yet to release, and yet I find it appropriate to speak about it, as my enthusiastic mind cannot stop thinking about this peculiar ''game'', should we bestow this multi-media narrative that is run on hardware which supports this particular software, the title ''game'' and treat it as such? Or should we refrain from doing this foolish mistake and treat it as Literature? I find it befitting, considering that this story is no ordinary one and filled to the brim with symbolism or I felt compelled to interpret it as such. To us free-spirits, there is much to ponder about even in a short story. A short story about two siblings, Andrew and Ashley Graves. A story about Love.
There are many things to be said about the two together but few to be said when regarding them as two different individuals and evaluate them one by one, an acquaintance of mine said, and I replied to him, a foolish statement but said with good intent as they're predestined to be together. But I must shed light on these characters nevertheless.
Predestination, what is the meaning of this word and why does it hold much importance to us, it's not a light word, it is as heavy as it can be, it's implications are many and deserves thought. It implies a preordination of events before they occur, thus creates Fate, an unshakable and unchanging destiny. Whenever we see Andrew and Ashley in a situation which could end up separating the two, possibly creating distance and apathy, these situations happen to make them even more closer instead.
One must speak of Andrew first, he's of much importance to us, more than any character in this short story, in fact one must be careful when speaking about him as characters like him are few and has a psychological profundity that is difficult to penetrate, but I want to speak about his familiarity to us first. Andrew is a man of letters, he is confident in his language skills to engage in complex argumentation and discussion, furthermore he's a natural poet and able to write and sing poetry without giving it any forethought. A true Sensitive Young Man.
Andrew Wrote:Lo' and behold, I implore you! Come feast
your eyes on her, oh and there is food too!
To ease your soul, she's brewed
a broth to give you quite the fright!
There must be magic on her finger
tips, to cook such a delight!
And yet the meat is drier than,
her lips, quarter past midnight.
These verses came from Andrew after taking few sips from her sister's soup, he was underwhelmed by the quality of food, and expressed his dissatisfaction to his sister. The soup they were having, was prepared with the remains of their parents. We civilized men would be right to be repulsed here, for our morality condemns murder and cannibalism but I think we should employ Reason here instead of moralizing and relying on our emotional judgement. Isn't Andrew righteous in all of his murders? Isn't he the superior specimen killing and devouring his enemies and still managing to stay the same, our minds are assaulted by judeo-christian-socialist authors' propaganda about how murder and cannibalism are SERIOUS things so I'll let them speak.
''Even if you kill that hag and rob her, you will still be tormented by your CONSCIENCE and GUILT, until inevitably you turn yourself to police, but fear not, there is salvation if you turn to Christ, you will get to have a former prostitute wife but don't worry she is saved, rejoice, here lies the aspirations of Raskolnikov.'' Thus spoke Dostoevsky.
YOU FOOL, as if the trivial deaths and their subsequent cannibalization is of any importance to God, by having foreknowledge of every event, God already knew that Ashley and Andrew would feast on human flesh, AND YET he didn't interfere, we must assume here, if we consider this act evil, that god is either impotent or doesn't consider cannibalism to be evil. But even this simple philosophic statement is difficult to grasp as their enmity against cannibalism is not from fear of God but from their absurd reliance on society. From their simple minds this is heard ''But if we ate one another and didn't punish people for it, the society would collapse, I, ME, WE wouldn't want that though, for we prefer the herd over the flesh of others and we comfort ourselves that this is what separates us from savages, LOOK I'M THE CIVILIZED MAN'' Thus spoke the person who considers cannibalism to be evil but contrary to his expectations, the future has no place for people unwilling to trample over morality of all types and natures. A game by the name Fear and Hunger, is a perfect example for this, the game has commonplace food but it also lets you devour others' flesh, it doesn't encourage or forbid you, it just lays down choices in front of you. But if you are someone with a moral compass, that is more like a quest marker inviting you to the flesh of animals, you will of course prefer to have food that is cooked with the meat of animals, which is understandable, but the circumstances the game puts you in, at times, forces you to have human meat, of course this being a game, you without giving it without much thought devour humans. The game by being Not Real (dustcept), carries no moral weight, now I present to you a question, What if, we, the Ubermenschen could kill, devour and bathe in the blood of our enemies, like as if it's a video game. A very novel idea, I know, what if video games by simulating every type of conflict, trivializes the weight of those conflicts, thus as if they're light chores, little games, we plunge forth into them giving no forethought about HUMAN LIVES, INHERENT VALUES AND ETERNAL DAMNATION. Creating the perfect Man, perfection of a man, in mind and in body, is the final aim.
Fear and Hunger is not the cruelest world it aspires it to be, not because the creator of the world has gone too far, but he went too little and by the time he reached the rape, he was exhausted and like an old man, he demanded rest, a little more fresh air, thus the second game has less rape than the first, it has ZERO, this fact bothered me since the day I've began to play the games, the more I played these games, the more I felt like, I illuminated the mind of it's creator, thus to complete my masterpiece of an interpretation, I ventured into the Fear and Hunger official Discord, if these few words didn't repulse you, you're not aware of what it being 'official' entails, it means that, little people, even the people who've never played the game, are allowed to inhabit the same space as the creator and spout their nonsense and inferior interpretations into this massive conversation, imagine if the stupidest of Wagnerians made their voices heard, corrupting the creator, I think it would not benefit Wagner in anyway. I entered the discord channel and typed something similar to ''Why is there less rape compared to the first game'', of course before this I had some trivial discussions as well cementing myself as someone genuine, as not to be dismissed as a troll, yes it's a very subtle social game, in the places where women exist you cannot ask the first question without spending some time there, so not to give the ick, even if you give it not to be banned. My curious question's first answer was a very meaningless and tense silentium, which excited me further as I saw multiple drafts being devised and scrapped, but finally I received an answer, Miro, the creator of the game, was in a bad place. Answers illuminating where or what this bad place is, followed quickly, he was depressed, he was sad and such. But I didn't understand at first as depression kills the libido, if he had gotten rid of it, the second game must've been more abundant in rape and sex in general, but no, this isn't the case at all, it's the exact opposite. They were misinterpreting the state of mind of the creator and misleading me, so I had to glorify and talk about how sexual the first game was, even the violence of it. From there on there were some grunts here and there but nothing to stop me from going forward, I explicitly said that, it not only improved the game, but was a crucial part of it, Termina's lack of soul and aesthetic incoherence, springs from this I said. And I was quickly taken care of by being banned, that gave me the answer I asked for, the game wasn't for a, apologize for normiespeak, Edgy, teenager, coomer, yes incredible. It was now instead a warehouse luxury product, a norwood hair-care supplement, we can't have rape, because it is controversial. Okay, why are you afraid of being controversial, well... I let these normies invade my mind so much so that I've literally become a spiritual slave. In the first game the soul of the creator shines brightly whenever it ventures into the most darkest and cruelest of topics, inhuman demons summoned by a floating head, lobotomised generic rpg mobs who can only think of rape, these are unique and compelling topics. The latter game... It has much more conveniences, that is for sure (Double coin-flip, sprinting) and also it seems that it is very careful not to tread on certain grounds. The craft has certainly progressed, that is RPGmakercraft...
Perhaps Andrew isn't content with his past completely, he frequently has nightmares, suffers from insomnia and is dependent on his sister. BUT SHE IS THE ONLY ONE HE NEEDS. The 'fans' of this game have already commented on the 'problematic' nature of this relationship, how Andrew can still hope for a better future after resting near his sister, doesn't he need to be traumatized, hopeless and regretful? Is he understood? Able to regain his resolve after a day full of hardships, that is murder and cannibalism. Isn't his sister, like a bonfire to him, from Dark Souls? Not working as a depressant that kills greater aspirations and ambitions, but as a provider of a brief respite in this cruel, cruel world? In our modern day stories, we often see that lone men, whose only companion is a woman, a woman who is not a virgin, being dependent on a woman, this dependency kills their soul. But this isn't the case in our story, Ashley is as cruel as, and perhaps more crueler than Andrew.
In every Sensitive Young Men that has been depicted in the history of humankind, from Faust to Andrew, we see a pattern, a pattern which until now has never been discussed, have we realized up until now, that these characters generate two types of fascination or one might say attract two types of people? The first, the psychologist, the medicine-men of the soul, who is interested enough to observe, document and comment, a man who is cold-blooded and old enough to not feel any passion while reading these stories, the only way they could engage with our stories is by moralizing, or hiding their moral judgements behind their so-called psychological theories (nor psychological nor theories), searching neuroses whilst there are none, finding crime and viciousness whilst the Sensitive Young Man is covered with the halo of Innocence. Isn't there something divine within Faust whilst he speaks to the Mephistopheles? Or Light trying out the Death Note that fell from the Heavens and yet kills? Thus, from a genealogical perspective, the recent crowning of these moralizers with the title of 'Psychologist', is only a very recent development, they were in the past, accusers, the smearers of Virtue and ambition. Isn't a nice title and a comfortable position, the best tools that one use to mock, belittle everything superior, or has potential for superiority? If you look at how our schools are structured, what are positively selected in our public institutions, everything is as clear as the sky. They win under these conditions, the places where Merit rest in a secondary place. Yet we yearn for escape. INCIPIT ZARATHUSTRA.
The second type is someone, by bearing great resemblance to the depicted character, feels represented and in a way touched. Thus he is the only one who derives actual value from the work, many people pretend to be this type of person, by trying to contribute to the 'Fandom' but no amount of fandom toil will make them reach a deeper understanding of the work. They're rapists of the work, who out of anger, being insecure of being touched too little, rape the work, kill it and gather around it like vultures and pretend that they're the ones who get it. But attending to a woman's corpse doesn't make one her husband and Fandoms are the groups which get less and less about a game, until they get nothing. Thus the only correct way of engaging with a work is, experiencing it without being given prior instructions and leaving when one is content, not to be overflowed with the work and try to gather it all in in a single attempt but to drink carefully and intently. Fandoms are enemies of this type of experiences, not only majority of them have never experienced the work themselves but try to act as guides for the given work, interrupting and robbing men of the chance to experience it without any prior knowledge. But we owe them one thing, popularization of a work, which could either be a blessing or a curse, it would be the former if the work is of utmost importance but lacking acknowledgment up until now due to cruel fate denying a superior work the light of fame, or it could be the latter if the work is worthless and brought forth to public attention in detriment to taste. But even the sickest of dogs could bark long enough until one pays attention to them, thus Fandom is a place where subhumanity flourishes.
The second type is compelled and seduced by a work to various degrees, varying from being engaged with the work to being raped by it, which is the greatest intimacy one could have with a work. A common expression by the second type, put in vulgar language, is ''He is literally me.'', being represented by a character so much so that the difference between the two is cast aside in four passionate words: ''He is literally me.'', though we prefer to express our admiration to our heroes using a more delicate language but it would be a mistake to not bring this up, as it is a phrase that captures the sentiment in it's purest form. But to what degree can we be seduced and be compelled? There is mere engagement and there is being raped by the work. The second type has such a sensitive soul, such a profound soul, within that large soul everything can be housed, it's limit is the world. Thus the range of emotions and spiritual states that the second type can feel is as large as the world. But as of writing, the greatest intimacy I could get was, being raped by a piece of music, that is Stendhal Syndrome, if we were to express it in medical terms. Having such a sensitive soul that, being exposed to a piece of music induces hallucinations on you, this is a privilege reserved for few. Being touched by a work so much that, you feel as if you're being raped by it.
Didn't Hitler conceive his dream of a single United Germany whilst listening to Rienzi, Richard Wagner's opera? Thus art is the most powerful tool and the greatest persuasion as it reveals things within individual and propels one to action.
Like Hitler we shall listen to the Overture very intently, anticipating the drama without neglecting to pay attention to the overture. For what is the Sensitive Young Man to the Ubermensch, his Overture.
Art, is it understood? A little plaything between life and death. It demands it's audience to be playful, for every cunning trickery wants a clever and playful victim.
I was raped by a piece of music, and it made everything before it obsolete in comparison and gave me an eternal belief in beauty and in excellence, from that day forward these commonplace words, used unsparingly in the most vulgar mouths, excellence, divinity became as real as any other word that doesn't imply an abstract concept. In few moments music made abstract concrete and Will manifest! But one might say here, isn't the word rape vulgar? Even women claim to be raped, but I tell you no women has ever been raped in the history of humanity, for one to be raped, there needs to be agency, a space that could be invaded, women have none of this. Their control and authority is not real, gained illegitimately and lost quickly. There are no raped women but violation of property rights of others.
We see now that the range of emotions that can be felt by the Sensitive Young Man is as large as the world and the intensity of these emotions is incalculable.
Before in my post I said, the greatest intimacy with a work is being raped by it but this is not true, hypothetically, the greatest things a work of art can do is killing a man or resurrecting him, but no work of art has ever managed to do any of the two, it's too weak, yet, and we're too clever and selective to be seduced and lead to death or life too swiftly. Or... what I've said about art was a folly?. INCIPIT LUDI
Romans, the first gamers in the history of humanity? Isn't their affinity for their games too excessive, at times reaching worship of it? Games, where we Romans show our devotion to Gods, but our games are too real, too intoxicating, aren't the games divine themselves? Are they the first ones to understand how crucial they are, games as the ultimate work of art! In their games, they kill and bathe in blood, their art is the one that kills and resurrects, they rest and bathe in fame. Thus having the ability to kill and resurrect, games are the ultimate works of art, are the games from two thousand years ago, better than ours? Our hubris would not accept that certainly but what is a game today? What are we afraid of losing or hope to win while playing them today? Loss isn't severe and the gains are unremarkable. The endeavor is far from divine and perhaps little botched, so what shall be done? One must ask, when did our games become Vice, when it was once a Virtue? When did the most divine of all rituals was cast aside? Why can't we place it above all else without being disregarded as childish, unimportant and worthless? Are people so weak for our games, that they're afraid of it? Do any of them have the strength to stomach the cruelty, the Roman games had? We certainly know that Judeans didn't, they liked to play the martyr in our games, devoured by lions but once they replaced the Romans, what is it, that they did? They got rid of the games, supposedly because their morality forbids murder and cruelty, usually using the adjectives 'mindless, barbaric and satanic' to describe our Virtues. Games became light entertainment and the ones with the weakest stomachs for cruelty, became prominent. So the ultimate game is the one where one has to put his life on the line and win something grand, did we in a single stroke stop talking about games but started to talk about Life? Or Life as game is the only worthy interpretation of it?
But I don't want to attack the Judeans too much, because One of the apostles of Jesus, was the first Judean gamer, I am of course speaking about Apostle Thomas.
Gospel of John Wrote:20:24 But Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when Jesus came.
20:25 The other disciples therefore said unto him, We have seen the LORD.
But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.
20:26 And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them: then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, Peace be unto you.
20:27 Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.
20:28 And Thomas answered and said unto him, My LORD and my God.
20:29 Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.
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Despite there being no mention of Thomas actually feeling the wound of Jesus, only having the intent beforehand and the invitation of Jesus, nearly all of his depictions have him touching either Jesus' wound on his torso or the print of the nails on his hands. Former is rather bizarre as he specifically speaks about putting his finger into the print of the nails, why would he have any reason to feel his other wounds? We see the artistic genius of our artists here, they intuitively realized a disease within Thomas, a disease up until now has never been named and we will name it 'Gamer's Gluttony'.
This disease compels the diseased to interact with every part of the game, even when it is pointless and not necessary. So when in a rpgmaker game, constantly bashing the interact key, even when there's nothing to interact with, hugging every wall and trying to find something is a good example of a particular manifestation of this disease. RPGmaker games are less complex than other games thus less immersive, to compensate for this lack of immersion, the player, if he has Gamer's gluttony, will yearn to have something more immersive and one of the best ways to increase a thing's immersiveness, is to interact with it, when the faith (the degree of one being immersed in something) lacks one must touch to be reassured.
So Gamer's Gluttony, is a result of lack of immersion, thus to compensate for this lack of immersion, the diseased yearn for interactivity, it wasn't necessary for other Apostles to touch Jesus, they believed, some even before Jesus revealing himself, but for Thomas, the word wasn't necessary, so thus came Jesus and even then Thomas wanted to touch Jesus. To immerse himself, to assure himself and his faith. So he is the first Judean gamer, his yearning for immersiveness, his reassurance of his sight by touch, is unique.
Earlier in my post, I referred to Andrew as a true Sensitive Young Men, but one might ask what does that mean? Sensitive Young Man is the Overture to the Ubermensch, a brief piece of music composed as preparation for the Man to come. So whilst listening to it we yearn for the Drama, as the overture is not an organic whole but a preparation. So let us listen to Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg, to understand it better.
Nine minutes of overture and in my opinion greatest transition from the overture to act one in the entirety of opera history, I am in awe.
If only we can know what is about to come after the Overture, unfortunately our Opera is not composed beforehand but every single person that partakes in it have a say in it, but our yearning for more, even before hypothetical act one starts, proves that there is more to come, coming to this conclusion lifted the cloud of despair from my heart.
Now that we've spoken of Andrew, let's move on to his sister, Ashley, first let us pay attention to her physical attributes and disregard the aesthetics so we don't get fooled by what is fleeting, Ashley has large breasts and is physically well developed enough to carry children. Thus she is fertile and could be a worthy wife for us.
Regarding her peculiar character, which sets her apart from female characters we've been exposed to, we can only relate the things she had done for the sake of her brother and how since the beginning she is motivated by love. This claim is disputed as people fail to interpret her character correctly, they think that Ashley is mentally ill (target for the medical practices of the first type) and should not be obsessed with her brother. Their inability to understand is a result of their lack of compassion. Thus the only way they could at least seem like understanding Ashley, is by using medical language to try to make sense of her actions. No female has ever related to Ashley, if anyone claims to get or say something akin to ''She is literally me'' ask her if she is a virgin or not. The answer most likely will be a no, thus it's impossible for them to understand Ashley. For they have never once in their lives have been with a man for a long period of time (Their whole life is a long period of time, anything less than this, is not) and their only familiarity with men have been getting fucked and being left by them.
I'll admit sometimes they argue but those arguments never result in two growing distant but the exact opposite they grow even more familiar. They are so fond of each other that they have the luxury to argue, sometimes violently, without ever having to have doubts about one another. Cruelty and devotion is the two traits that make Ashley the perfect woman.
I want to prove how cruelty and devotion could be great traits in a woman by deriving examples from fiction, we of course need to speak of Misa Amane whose love for Light made her halve her remaining lifespan TWICE in exchange for shinigami eyes. Do you see the price she paid for her devotion to Light? Misa is one of the most admirable women in fiction, we are in awe whenever she makes a sacrifice to further Light's goals. Her will is absolutely subservient to Light's and that is her route to happiness. Light wills, she obliges. She is certainly not superior to Light in anyway, her intelligence is dim compared to Light's intellect but despite all of her shortcomings, she is able to realize natural hierarchy, that Light is the God of the New World. This is what a woman ought to be.
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I want to speak of another woman, whose name is Tachibana Kimika, a less known woman compared to our previous example, as she is from a relatively obscure visual novel called Subarashiki Hibi, who by putting her abilities to use, manages to manipulate an entire body of students despite having only the Savior's help, that is Mamiya Takuji. Takuji's intention is to return as much people as possible to the sky, that is people voluntarily dropping from a tall building and splattering themselves all over the ground. Of course this isn't explicitly said ever, only implied, despite this vague premise, isn't it impressive how he managed to garner a huge cult and control them? Our Sensitive Young Man in this story, Mamiya Takuji, is a genius in rhetoric and manipulation, how he manages to get the attention and the praise of the public, is really incredible, Kimika must've come to this conclusion as well. She is the first one to ever find about the secret of the Savior and instead of reporting him or fighting to stop him, she instead sees the natural hierarchy and devotes herself to him. What is the name of the emotion that makes people devote themselves? It is Love. Kimika is in love with Takuji and that is enough to transgress any moral or legal boundaries and they return to the sky embracing one another. A proper end for two lovers.
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Here we see in all these women a common trait, their compassion towards a single men, this compassion of theirs is so invaluable thanks to their competence and fertility. If they didn't have any traits other than their loyalty, they would've been no different than a dimwitted animal, only difference would be that they can give birth to human children. So we treasure a woman's competency(intelligence, usually manifested in various areas) and fertility (physical fitness for pregnancy) but all of this is worthless unless she is loyal to you thus is able to be a good mother. Without loyalty it's impossible to build something standing.
I believe now we've spoken about our two main characters sufficiently enough that we can move on to the story itself.
Episode one is titled ''The Coffin'', a reference to the Apartment the two find themselves trapped in, but we will see that they're not only trapped by the structure they find themselves in and the Warden who makes sure that they stay put in their 'coffin' but the Morality which chains them and makes them obedient, a morality which stifles life even in the Youth. Even after days of starvation, they still don't feel compelled to figure out an unconventional way to escape, Andrew tries to break down the door but fails to do so, alas an hopeless attempt as even if he managed to break it down the Warden would beat them. And after their consumption of the last food they have (a can of tomatoes), they have nothing to eat, the future looks bleak and the beast is trapped. They do not realize that it's not the structure that has trapped them but the structure within their brain, which is accustomed to reward and punishment thus they're obligated to submit to the Warden's wishes, a Warden who hasn't given them food in days. During those moments, where one is contemplating suicide due to lack of food, an ominous audio begins to play from their neighbor's room. A very disturbing noise which compels them to investigate what's going on, using the wooden plank to bridge between the two balconies, they spy on their neighbor. Their neighbor who we now learn is a Cultist, tries to summon a demon but fails and the two decide to sleep. Tomorrow morning the same ominous audio begins to play and the two are compelled once again, hoping to cling unto anything they can find, even if that involves spying on their neighbor. This time the pleas of the Cultist are heard by the demon and much to the surprise of the two, Demon comes and asks the Cultist for an offering. The cultist fails to give any sacrifice and the demon takes his soul. The two learn many valuable things, demons are real, they prefer human souls as sacrifice and they give something in exchange for souls. Aren't they blessed to be in a world where demons are real, and thanks to the Free Market, financial relations are possible? We are reminded of an old proverb: Even the most holiest of men have made deals with demons.
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As we all know, the first sensitive young man in the history of mankind, was Faust, a German scholar, who gave the devil his soul in exchange for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures. So let us not panic and shriek about demons, and ask, how can I benefit from a deal with a demon? But to even ask a question this uncanny requires bravery, not found among those whose morality is reminiscent of medieval peasant girls.
They break into the room and begin investigating what happened, Ashley comments about how meaty the cultist's body is, clearly intending to cannibalize his soulless corpse from the beginning, Andrew agrees and they start to sever the limbs of the corpse. All the limbs, are compartmentalized in a freezer and the only piece remaining is the torso and tied to the torso, the head. The plastic bag, that they intend to use to carry the remaining piece is too small, but Ashley has a wonderful idea!
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Do you see now how she is the perfect women? A woman who can joke playfully and smile near a dead body she is about to cannibalize, a woman who has enough endurance to stomach any cruelty, do you smell something Graecian here... something ROMAN? If she were to be impregnated by Andrew the children conceived from this couple would be of extraordinary strength, that much is certain. This statement will inspire many objections which I will address later on.
After that they return to their room, cook a meal with one of the limbs of the Cultist and go to sleep, contrary to expectations, after resisting a little even Andrew manages to finish his meal, of course Ashley has no issue with cannibalism and is proud of her cooking abilities.
Yes, the morality suppressing the will-to-power of the two is powerless against any transgression, because it isn't real and is worthless without any enforcers. Thus for the first time in the story, the two eat human flesh, Ashley's unfamiliarity with cooking human flesh is very apparent here and thankfully she'll have multiple opportunities to hone her skills in cooking human meat.
They wake up and meet up at the room of the cultist, this time very smug and confident in their abilities, their light discussion is interrupted by the Warden's daily duty of checking if the subjects are alive or not. Realizing that time is running out, Ashley rushes to grab a mop and clean the blood-stained floor of the room, at the same time, Andrew tries his best to keep the Warden busy. But there isn't enough time for Ashley to clean the blood and make an escape, when the Warden is just about to enter, she decides to hide in the closet. Warden opens the closet.
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This is not the first murder Andrew committed, but his past murder was an indirect one, and for the first time in his life he kills a man directly, this murder was necessary for him to protect Ashley. So here we learn that, human lives are not equal and only gains value in relation to others, thus warden by being a threat to us, Andrew kills him, he's not regretful but mad at Ashley for being stupid.
Oh, speaking about his past murder, why not talk about it now? When Andrew and Ashley were little kids, they referred to each other as Andy and LeyLey and went to have fun adventures together, although inevitably one of their little adventures took a twisted turn, or a good turn, if you are on the side of Ashley. This little adventure of theirs, began with Andrew and Nina, a girl with no remarkable qualities, going on a date, a date set up by Ashley, she persuades her brother to bring Nina to the Warehouse and she plans to give the girl a unforgettable lesson, punishment for even daring to go out with her brother. Andrew and Nina come to the Warehouse together, Ashley greet them, Nina hesitantly decides to play hide and seek with them, unknowing what is about to befall her. They enter the Warehouse and the dusty air, bothers Nina greatly, as she has Asthma, but she decides to play anyways, after Ashley insists. When the time is for Andrew to count and search, Nina enters a chest and Ashley traps her. Ashley and her brother have a heated argument here and Andrew gets accused of loving Ashley too little. So to prove her love to Ashley, he obliges and agrees to leave her there for 12 hours. During this argument, Nina tries to break out, begs and says she Asthma, alas neither of them pay attention to her.
Tomorrow morning, they return to the warehouse, Andrew opens the chest and there lies the dead body of Nina, Andrew is crushed under immense despair, terrified, crouches down and covers his face out of horror. But Ashley's state is the exact opposite, she isn't shocked at all, she has a nonchalant attitude even in this terrible moment, as if she had been expecting her to die, she says, commenting on Nina, If you're so weak that you die just like that, then clearly nature doesn't want you to live. A brief comment after the death of a girl who will never have a funeral, nor a proper burial. Her burial will be given by her murderers.
The second girl who successfully dates Andrew, named Julia, is harassed by Ashley and gives Andrew a call during their quarantine to break up with him. Am I allowed to say that Ashley was right in every single action she took? The first girl's flaw was, having weak lungs and being sickly. The second girl was not loyal and broke up with him, only after three months had passed. Ashley was right in all of her judgements, she knows what is best for her brother.
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Let us return to the Apartment the two find themselves in, symbolism here is clear, you're trapped in a structure and being mistreated by the guards there, this structure obviously symbolizes slave morality and the only way to leave the walls of slave morality is to murder and cannibalize others. Which we all know is keyed. The rest of the Episode One consists of the two finding the way out of this place, not only escaping the structure, the building but the morality as well. Without leaving the morality behind, there's no way to escape from such a grim circumstance. They lure the other Warden into the room of the cultist and Ashley sacrifices him to the summoned demon. In exchange for the offering the demon gives Ashley a very useful tool that will help save them from death, a little object, which gives the owner visions of the future whilst she is asleep.
The woman they used to lure the Warden, is killed by Andrew, because she tried to grab a nailgun and shoot Andrew. Now with all the obstacles out of the way, they make their escape and episode one reaches it's conclusion, with the two leaving the 'coffin'.
Oh, was it that easy to escape from this rotten apartment, they only had to murder and cannibalize! Isn't the morality and laws condemning these acts, powerless before someone superior, someone who is willing to trample over them for their own sake? Thus here lies the ruins of the coffin, our former morality and their foolish guards. And the only people who got to leave that building was Andrew and Ashley, of course there will be people still not convinced, and in favor of sticking to these stifling rules, they are all beneath the rubble, died as they had lived, like slaves. In retrospect let us think about what kept these people in, from what sources did they receive information? In every room there is a TV and mass media is tricking everyone into believing that there are parasites in the water and the issue hasn't been solved in months, they intend to keep everyone inside regardless. After investigating the apartments, they learn that this is a conspiracy to harvest organs and blood from the people who are in quarantine. All under the sham of public safety, that is a geriatric dustcept, to deprive the youth from their rightful treasures. So without having a little contempt and an abundance of hatred, it is impossible to leave this coffin, they have fortified their position under the consecrated names of public safety, democracy and equality. Torch it and behold until nothing remains.
The name of the second episode is Graves, an allusion to the family name of the two and their visit to their parent's home, parents which paid little attention to the well-being of their kids, leaving them once they're instructed to leave due to water parasites. Albeit they didn't cut contact with their kids immediately, via phone they had conversations, but they eventually grow tired of it and cut contact forever.
They have lunch and go to sleep, during sleep Ashley has a vision thanks to the trinket she received after sacrificing the guard to the demon, in this vision, the two gets killed in their room whilst they are asleep. Ashley wakes up her brother and they decide to wait outside and see if the killer actually shows up or not. During their hiding they encounter a cultist, Andrew decides to follow and see what these cultists are up to. Andrew learns that they're trying to summon a demon but fail to do so, Andrew now satisfied with his findings return to Ashley. A car pulls up and from that car leaves a man, the man who Ashley saw in her vision, who intend to slit the throats of the two, the assassin enters their room whilst they observe and discuss what they can do. They assume that the assassin is hiding inside the closet, so they devise up a plan to lure the assassin to the park nearby to murder him there, away from sight. They enter their room and have a very literary and loud conversation, explaining their plans to have a walk, through the park. Ashley takes the washed laundry and the two leave towards the park. They hide until they hear footsteps. To force Andrew to kill the assassin, Ashley forces him to play hide and seek, running off to a bush, so that Andrew can investigate all the bushes until he finds the assassin and shoots him. They succeed in this and the man dies, they loot the dead body and get the car keys, now that they have a fine steed, they decide to go to their parents' house.
Ashley from the beginning wants to kill and rob her parents, Andrew agrees to rob them but objects to murder. They drive towards their parents' home, Ashley falls asleep during the ride and has a dream, the demon informs Ashley about how the trinket is now out of energy and she needs to recharge it in order for it to be useful again. Demon agrees to recharge it, in exchange for human souls, fortunately enough the two are headed towards a place in which a grand sacrifice of two souls can take place.
They break in easily through an open window and begin investigating the new place their parents have, in their bedroom Ashley finds an embarrassing thing, a closet which stores, various sex toys, relating to femdom in particular, Mr. Graves is longhoused beyond belief, he is longhoused so much so that he has developed a negative canthal tilt. If the retarded RPGmaker sprite had more detail, I assure you upper eyelid exposure would've increased as well. The Dad in this story is such an unremarkable and pathetic character that, unlike Miss Graves and the two, he doesn't even have a drawing that could be displayed whilst he speaks. When Andrew is tying up his dad, he can't help but notice that his arms have old rope burns.
Their brief investigation is interrupted with the entrance of Miss Graves. From a document we learn that, according to the insurance company at least, Ashley and Andrew has died in an accident, and the parents have been monetarily compensated for it. So, much to the surprise of Miss graves, inside her house awaits her, her two dead kids! She has many questions and Andrew has many lies to mislead her, so at the end, Andrew decides to cook food for the family. The father returns home and the family has an awfully boring reunion dinner and they go to sleep.
After this, the two decide it is finally the time for the offering, Mr and Miss Graves are tied up and Ashley prepares the ritual, whilst Andrew checks if the credit card works or not. Andrew returns, as the card has a draw limit, Ashley brings her mother at gun point to the phone and makes a call to the customer service, to remove the draw limit. To check it again, this time Ashley leaves. Andrew now left alone with his parents, is offered an 'olive branch', the parents, despite being in an unfavorable position, says to Andrew that, this mess can still be fixed if he gets a job and frees them, the return to slave morality and the longhouse is offered once again, of course Andrew declines. He isn't the one who could disregard his love for his sister and return to a normal life, his obligations are unimportant before his Love. Ashley returns.
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They perform the ritual and the parents are sacrificed to the demon. Thanks to this now her trinket is recharged.
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They get rid of the bodies.
Pour the organs in to the blender
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And make the same soup they had before, but with their parents' flesh.
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I want to draw attention to this aforementioned cannibalism in particular, because unlike the cannibalism which took place in the first episode, which emerged out of necessity, this one is cannibalism of luxury, they could've thrown it away down the drain or burn it. But now that they have a taste, a developing taste for human flesh, they cannot help but indulge. And I say let them have a nice meal, for human meat is no ordinary delicacy.
From now on forward I will relate a story, in which a man named Petrus, cannibalizes the heart of his lover, to make you see.
Grand Petrus holding in his crafty hand a blade that has been washed with the most sacred of wines, beholded the sight that was before him, moving his head only little to take solemn peeks, four candles lit and the flames standing still, moving ever slightly, to shed light to the most obscure of places, which he familiarized himself thoroughly. The legs which are sticks which she stood upon gracefully, the arms which embraced him with great care and the head, the vessel of that angelic face. And the one which received the least light, the torso, that carried the greatest treasure, the heart, it beat and beat again, the room was so quiet that he felt, he was able to hear every subtle movement inside her body. He gave a listen, to the heartbeat and the quickly taken breaths, each time the air left her lungs it was his breath that was entering the now empty lungs. So he closed his eyes and allowed his mind's eye, to make him see past events, once more.
What was the quality or qualities, that drew him to that girl? A stupid question to ask, as love is much more of a coincidence than something which requires long preparations. He let his mind's eyes wander, to the past, the deepest and the darkest corners of it, he stopped asking questions and stopped the words from flowing, and saw with the greatest clarity and precision, the events that tied the two together with the most noblest of bonds.
What brought him to this marketplace, he doesn't remember, but it turned out to be a leisurely walk, sightseeing, looking at the faces of slaves and hoping for a good quality one, she at first didn't catch his attention, her little stature and childish face, was the things that kept her hidden. But Petrus took notice of her eventually and wasn't impressed at first, a little girl, but potential is the most within children, he knew that much, so he walked towards her, seeing this, girl tensed up, she stood still as if she was being held in every direction, she looked forward, ever slightly moving her head to take a look at his face, but never daring to take a long look. Petrus grabbed the chin of the girl, raised her head so he can take a good look at her eyes, the girl tensed even further, she was quite afraid of this noble stranger. And Petrus crouched, opened the mouth of the girl, to take a good look at her teeth, the teeth were in wonderful condition. What to say of this first encounter, the afraid girl and the uncaring Nobleman scouring for a slave, ending up together thanks to a mere coincidence, the nobleman is grateful to gods for this arrangement and cherishes every memory of it. Petrus stood up again, called for the slave owner and bought her, he didn't say a single word nor did she, they left for the household of Petrus. Petrus remembered the soft texture of the girl's little hand embracing his hardened hand.
In the house, Petrus spoke first. ''I am Petrus the Grand, and I am your new and FINAL owner, I don't have a habit of selling slaves, I am not a tradesman but a warrior, thus I believe you'll serve me accordingly, until your DEATH. I am Dominus, thus refer to me with that name. Do you know your name and when you were born?'' The girl replied ''I know neither, my Dominus.'' Upon hearing the girl speak for the first time, the contents of the reply didn't concern Petrus, but what struck him was the voice, he during his training in music, became familiar with all types of voices and how to train them and how to discern a good one from a bad one, upon hearing her tone-rich voice, the sadness expressed in the phrase 'I know neither', and the devotion and solemnity in 'my Dominus', he was seriously impressed and asked her if she knew any songs, the girl replied 'Yes'. And sung a beautiful song, when she finished her angelic singing, Petrus out of excitement gave her many kisses, for she was blessed with a beautiful voice. The girl was embarrassed but happy that she was finally appreciated for her singing.
Petrus looked at the shut mouth before him, as if she wants to deny him the joys of hearing her before Death strikes at her, it was sealed, but how jolly Petrus was once he discovered her talent. How he taught her how to read so she could read books out loud for him. He reminisced, how her little hands first took hold of the pen and wrote the letters one by one. Under his tutorship, she quickly learned how to read and write.
He returned to delving into past memories. Petrus was resting, listening not very attentively to the reading of a book, whose name he doesn't remember, she as always was pausing to take little peeks at him, curious to see if he was listening or not, she continued to read. Her soft voice heightened once more. The tone switched to an embarrassed one trying to act confident.
'Petrus, I am going to now read a fable, a fable that has never been read before.'
She paused, and hid her face behind the book she held. ''Oh how bewildered I was when she referred to me as Petrus, instead of Dominus and when I heard those words 'a fable that has never been read before', what did she mean I asked myself, that certainly caught my attention.'' After seeing that he is attentive, she continued.
''The name of the fable is 'The Lion and The Bird', here I begin.''
''A lion was taking a stroll in the forest when he encountered a bird, the bird caught the attention of the lion so he invited the bird to his lair as he had too much food for today's meal, the bird was thankful and accepted the invitation and followed the lion to his lair. Once they arrived and started to feast, the bird out of joy started to sing, the lion after hearing the bird sing, was impressed so much so that, he insisted that the bird stay here and keep singing songs for him. Bird having no friends or family, was grateful and stayed there. During her stay, she learnt all the songs and kept singing them much to the liking of the lion. But the number of songs that are yet unsung decreased and the lion wanted to hear new ones for his satisfaction. Before she can finish singing her final song, she died of worry.''
The girl took a deep breath, like how she would after finishing a regular fable and about to read the Moral, but she said nothing, stood there hiding her face behind the book.
Petrus grabbed her by her arms and gave her a kiss, the book fell down and Petrus embraced her whilst kissing and said to her 'If the singing bird dies when she exhausts all the songs, she ought to become a lioness'. That night they lied with one another, and the girl became Petrus' wife.
Petrus opened his eyes again, saw the sight once more and afraid of shedding tears, hardened his heart even more. He relaxed his tight grip and raised the blade to take a good look, he smelled the blade, a familiar smell, she would pour into his cup the same wine. He watched the reflection on the blade, seemingly forever until he grew tired of it and slit opened his finger, from that vertical scar came a torrent of blood. Blood, he thought, Plenty in all men, but worthy in few. Now that he assured himself that the blade was as sharp as it can be, he moved near his wife. He touched her breast and watched it as it descended and ascended, her fragile and little body was as still as it can be aside from this subtle movement, under the skin was the heart, the heart he will devour. With great precision, Petrus targeted her left breast and with his blade draw a shape, the greek letter Gamma, whose tail was facing west. Her sensitive and shallow skin reacted quickly, as if it's a curtain made from silk it tore apart very swiftly and from the scar blood burst forth slowly. She trembled upon seeing blood and began crying, her sensitive nature made it so that even the sight of blood could distress her, seeing it coming from her body even more. He drew another gamma, this time the tail was towards east. Now that half of the shape was complete, he removed the ritual blade from her insides and set it aside.
With his finger he took a drop of blood and tasted it, he contemplated the taste and yearned for more, little sips from his finger would no longer satisfy him, the obscene amounts of blood flowing, demanded a mouth as wide as a lion's. Thus he feasted on her body like a predator, tasting the blood and yearning for even more. He took the blade again and drew another gamma this time the tail facing south, the symbol, must be completed for the ritual, after praying to the gods, he touched her skin with the blade one final time and drew the final gamma, facing NORTH. The instant the blade tore open her flesh an unexplainable ray of light came out of the shape and the girl began to shriek in pain as if her insides were being torn apart. She cried out in pain, hugged and clung on to Petrus, her arms holding unto his neck. The light that shone forth from the Shape was growing ever brighter and the cries ever louder. He began to hear sounds from languages he does not know nor can comprehend, something akin to a cosmic ruckus, Gods fighting one another to claim the sacrifice. But from this chaos he heard a voice that made him tremble out of fear, PLUNGE YOUR RIGHT ARM INTO HER LIKE A SPEAR AND CLAIM THE HEART, ONCE IT'S IN YOUR HANDS EAT IT AND ENJOY YOUR LOVER'S TREASURE FOREVER. Petrus obliged and burst forth into his lover's torso, grabbed and pulled the heart out. His lover died the moment her Heart left her body. Cosmic ruckus grew ever louder and there came another commandment. EAT IT AND YOUR LOVER IS ALL YOURS, FOREVER. Petrus bit the heart that was leaking blood all around, he had become deaf with noise. The taste was better than anything he had ever ate, the taste was incomparable, as if he was tasting the memories of his lover, every flavor precious and every bite wonderful. He thought, isn't Love, two becoming one? He kept eating, blood bursted all around, his naked body was covered with blood from head to the toe, every bite made the surrounding areas a mess. And he swallowed it, the cosmic ruckus ended as the heart entered his body. The dead body of his lover was lifted to the skies as sacrifice. And the only thing remained was the taste which was even more remarkable than her singing.
END
After that the two go on to toss the skulls of their parents into the river and chapter two reaches it's conclusion.
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''Virtue, you ought to give us a lecture on trickery instead of The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey and video games, you're as witty and treacherous as the devil and you avoided the topic of incest deliberately.''
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Now let's move on to incest, the thread already has many replies showing either how keyed it is or how dysgenic it is, but let us have a more nuanced opinion on this and debate beyond good and evil.
For what purpose is a woman?
If you reply pregnancy then incest is bad and should be avoided as there are more eugenic options that would benefit you and your offspring more.
If you reply for the purposes of romance I wouldn't stop or condemn you, as many Japanese animated kino and Western poetic traditions attest to the romantic quality found in these relationships.
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But is The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey a moral danger that needs to be condemned? No far from it, when you compare it to the depictions of incestuous relationships in the past, it is relatively tame. One by simply pointing out to Japanese animated kino of the last few decades, could prove that relative to contemporary media it isn't dangerous at all.
Now let us judge the game for what it is, it has no voice-acting, no animations apart from simple, moving from one place to the other ones, the music is very poor and adds to the game little, thankfully it isn't too bad. In the realm of VNs it is a poor one and yet it has managed to catch the attention of many people, why is this the case, why has the word 'Western VN' become a slur? Because there are no good Western VNs if there were some, no one would've cared for this garbage of a game, it pains me that in the realm of VNs all that we can muster up is this garbage. Excluding some bearable ones like Katawa Shoujo, which chooses to imitate the Japanese in every way thus cannot be the framework for future Western VNs. The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey is everything that is wrong with Western VNs. The lack of complexity and primitiveness in interactive parts, lack of essential features (music and voice-acting) making the game less immersive and finally a story which is poor in spirit.
Regarding art, it is very simple and unremarkable, as if the artist has decided to limit himself to as little color diversity as possible, for what reason? Who knows, If we were to hold him questionable for what has been drawn before us, I don't think he can give us a good answer. At least it isn't repulsive.
I hate it, it feels like an experience in which I derived nothing but got robbed instead.
But I learned some good lessons and an idea of how a VN should be and shouldn't be.
''Would you care to share with us the lesson you've learned?''
No, I ought to give a lesson by making a VN myself. For where one can tell a story, lessons are unnecessary.
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