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Вы замечали, какие странные фоны у всех стейджей? в конце окажется, что Рейму- одинокая сирота, живущая в заброшенном храме, а Генсокё и всех его резидентов она придумала как своих воображаемых друзей. Она живёт на милостыню, потому вся эта тема с пожертвованиями. алсо очевидно что милостыни не так много, поэтому ящик всегда пустует, а голодная бледная Рейму лежит в храме, воображая приключения в волшебном мире и красивые фестивали со всеми его обитателями. |
Вы замечали, какие странные фоны у всех стейджей? в конце окажется, что Рейму- одинокая сирота, живущая в заброшенном храме, а Генсокё и всех его резидентов она придумала как своих воображаемых друзей. Она живёт на милостыню, потому вся эта тема с пожертвованиями. алсо очевидно что милостыни не так много, поэтому ящик всегда пустует, а голодная бледная Рейму лежит в храме, воображая приключения в волшебном мире и красивые фестивали со всеми его обитателями. |
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==English translation== |
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Did you notice how strange are backgrounds in all the stages? in the end it turns out that Reimu is a lonely orphan living in an abandoned shrine, and Gensokyo and all |
Did you notice how strange are backgrounds in all the stages? in the end it turns out that Reimu is a lonely orphan living in an abandoned shrine, and she invented Gensokyo and all it's residents as her imaginary friends. She lives on alms, so this is where this entire donations stuff came from. also it is obvious that alms are not so much, therefore the box is always empty, and hungry pale Reimu is laying down in the shrine, imagining adventures in a magical world and beautiful festivals with all its inhabitants. |
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It would be a good ending, in fact. There is no uncertainty, no continuation - full stop. Playtime is over; here it is, reality, spreads out in front you. Go, be part of it, love, suffer, die under this hot and cold sun as your fathers and grandfathers loved and suffered and died and as before them their fathers and grandfathers and fathers and grandfathers of their fathers and grandfathers did. You can run away to your magical country without worries and sorrows, but you can not escape. Your life anyway will find you, gently grab you with ice claws, carefully wrap you in a blanket from dust and bureaucratic waste and swallow you. |
It would be a good ending, in fact. There is no uncertainty, no continuation - full stop. Playtime is over; here it is, reality, spreads out in front you. Go, be part of it, love, suffer, die under this hot and cold sun as your fathers and grandfathers loved and suffered and died and as before them their fathers and grandfathers and fathers and grandfathers of their fathers and grandfathers did. You can run away to your magical country without worries and sorrows, but you can not escape. Your life anyway will find you, gently grab you with ice claws, carefully wrap you in a blanket from dust and bureaucratic waste and swallow you. |
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===English translation: ZUN is a loser who did not reach a success=== |
===English translation: ZUN is a loser who did not reach a success=== |
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He is not to be envied, people became alcoholics not because of good life. A complete fail at self-realization, lack of money and having no support from close people plunged him into world of illusions. It is obvious that a homebrew game of a not too popular "shoot'em up" genre with terrible art and MIDI |
He is not to be envied, people became alcoholics not because of good life. A complete fail at self-realization, lack of money and having no support from close people plunged him into world of illusions. It is obvious that a homebrew game of a not too popular "shoot'em up" genre with terrible art and MIDI music will not bring success to anyone in real life. There are no any fans, no dozens of thousands of fanarts, arrangements, doujinshis, no Reitaisai, even this board doesn't exist - it's all his delusions, a product of a mind driven to sickness by alcohol. All this takes place in ZUN's head while he spreads languidly with a bottle in hand between piles of rubbish, surrounded by shabby gray walls of his tiny rental room (and he can't even pay for rent anymore). |
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A Nitori<ref>Translator's note: "Nitori" is a default poster name on the /to/ board on iichan.ru.</ref> who reads this text now doesn't even suspect that he doesn't exist. He is just a made-up character, and ZUN sees dreams from his point of view. No one draws content you fapped today on, no one composes music you listened to, no one even wrote this post - your perception, your thoughts and your confidence in the reality of things are just a usual fakeness of dreams. So, how is it - to be a fabrication of a stranger's mind? |
A Nitori<ref>Translator's note: "Nitori" is a default poster name on the /to/ board on iichan.ru.</ref> who reads this text now doesn't even suspect that he doesn't exist. He is just a made-up character, and ZUN sees dreams from his point of view. No one draws content you fapped today on, no one composes music you listened to, no one even wrote this post - your perception, your thoughts and your confidence in the reality of things are just a usual fakeness of dreams. So, how is it - to be a fabrication of a stranger's mind? |
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