#anthropomorphic nuts

[danskjavlarna]

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I've squirreled away a modest collection of vintage squirrel imagery.

[smile-files]

the smiley face is so great symbolically. it represents happiness, but is almost completely disembodied and abstracted, to the point that it doesn't necessarily represent the happiness of the object possessing it: more than anything, it conveys the idea of happiness to the viewer, perhaps imbuing them with the emotion. it's endearing and charming and unassuming, communicating friendliness and nonaggression, but in a strangely impersonal way - the greater emotional entity behind it is irrelevant, by nature of that entity being erased, as the expression has been separated from any human form and distilled down to the most simple, understandable, and easily replicable version: it brings joy, and is empty beyond its ability to do so. its only purpose is to instill positive emotions in the viewer, divorcing it from the purpose of a human smile as an indicator of the person's own positive emotions; it utilizes the emotive language of the face to elicit a specific response, without containing any emotions itself.

[butchyena]

i wish i could post a weekly newsletter abt the niche deviantart drama happening in the communities i follow at any given time

[bicokun]

Peanut allergies?

November

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

man is it weird to find anthropomorphic bugs like crazy hot

do I look like a cop to you. whatever busts your nut, brother.

[purlturtle]

New introvert extrovert test just dropped!

My brain woke me up today with a premise it wouldn't let go of: imagine you are the last human being on Earth. Not zombies, no dead bodies, just, every human being gone except you.

Don't worry about whether you'll get the meds or assistance you need - imagine all of that taken care of somehow. This is just a thought experiment, after all. You find yourself alone, and you *will* survive this physically.

Also, don't worry about why or how it happened. Again, thought experiment. Doesn't matter if it was alien abduction or the rapture or whatever, that won't have any further impact on your life here and now. Just, there are no other people around anymore. None.

No nuance, pick one. Yes, yes, we all have people we would miss, and yes you can have a anthropomorphic volleyball or whatever. But you gotta pick one.

[bogleech]

It's funny how kids went fucking NUTS for The Lion King but Disney never stopped to consider this was in part because it was a drama played out by non-anthropomorphic wild animals. Kids cannot get enough of that Warrior Cats type of thing and yet Disney never tried to do it again unless you count "Dinosaur"

[phaeton-flier]

(the silhouette of a figure is seen leaning over my shoulder, whispering in my ear): come on. Say me. You want to.

Me: no. It wouldn't help.

S: but they're making judgements badly! They need to be shown the light.

Me: it wouldn't help. It's mixed in with unproven evo psych, unreplicated pop psych, strong opinions on quantum mechanics, and libertarianism, all of which subtract from its value.

S: come now, you ate around the nuts then and they can eat around the nuts now. You could even directly link to the good article!

Me: no one in the history of the earth, much less the Internet, has reacted positively to being told they were thinking wrongly and told to read a book about it

S: you enjoyed it. You loved it, once!

Me: I was of the temperament and age to enjoy it, of which the average person, even the average Autist, is not. I would succeed only in attracting the mocking of the insane.

S: how many times have you been told to read some of Graeber's dreck? It's what they deserve.

Me: It would not help!

S: Help? Of course it would help. They're all just so wrong. And wouldn't it help, wouldn't it be kind, for them to be less-

Me: Get thee behind me, Demon!

(The camera turns, showing the demon in the light. It is wearing a T-shirt labeled ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION OF THE PHRASE "READ THE SEQUENCES")

S: Not today, then.

(It smiles, then disappears)

[cosmerelists]

Five Questions I I Have about the Cosmere that I'm Too Afraid to Ask

Well, except that I suppose I am asking them, right now. These questions haunt me specifically because I think they have answers and that I should know what they are.

1. What Are Highspren the Manifestation Of?

This one I will sincerely accept an answer for, if anybody (or everybody?) knows. Like, rainspren are rain and honorspren are honor and liespren are lies. I get all that. Are highspren, like...the concept of highness? Like being high in the air? Is that something that gets anthropomorphized? I've read the Coppermind page a bunch of times and it feels like it doesn't specifically say.

What are they??

2. How do the bridges work?

You can try to explain this to me if you'd like but I don't think I'll get it because, well, this one is probably down to my difficulty in picturing things like this. But I just don't understand how the manual bridges in Sadeas' army actually worked. Like, they are pushed across the gap, right? So they have to long enough that they don't just tip in halfway across. Are they just like triple the size of every gap? Also, when they get placed side to side so that a line of horses can run across them--wouldn't they have to be like right against each other so there aren't gaps? How do you do that if you have people holding them on both sides? Can you really push them together if they're that long and most of it is on the other side of the gap already? I just have never been able to picture it, even a little.

3. DO we know what caused the Recreance?

In one of my other posts I expressed a hope that we would learn what caused the Recreance, and several people commented that we knew already [SPOILERS]: that it was because the Radiants learned that their powers destroyed their last planet so they all gave up their oaths. But is that really...it? I don't mean to downplay the destruction of a planet but, like, the current Radiants know that too and none of them seemed even slightly tempted to give up their powers. I just feel like there must be more to it than that...right? Some other, more terrible secret? But is this just me missing the point?

4. Where does the joke about Szeth being good at ice skating come from??

This one drives me nuts because I'm sure I should know. I assume it's something from the Battle of Thaylen City when he was with Lift, but the Coppermind article doesn't say a whole lot about his part in that fight. And I just don't remember. And I'm too lazy to look it up. Please somebody save me.

5. Are there...holidays in the Cosmere?

This is one that's been in the back of my mind for a while. Like...I have no idea what the yearly holidays are on Roshar, or Scadrial, or really any of the planets. I'm not clear if people celebrate their birthdays with a party or go out to dinner on their wedding anniversaries or celebrate the new year. I guess maybe because the books are always taking place in crises? So there's no time for Kaladin to go shopping for a midwinter crab-turkey or whatever? Or for Vin to be buying balloons for Elend's big day? But seriously--do you folks know of any holidays that characters are said to celebrate in times of not-crisis?

[axtssmnfr]

The etymology of Nut in relation to origin and meaning:

"In the case of Nut, with Her well established status of a personification of the sky as early as the Pyramid Texts, this perspective is a promising point of departure. The information found therin does not, however, relate to the original position of Nut within a local cult or pre-Enneadic constellation, but to the conceptual basis for Her existence." (Nils Billing 2002:p.10)

+ Name contains elements pot, female determinative t, and determinative for the sky.

+ Later Pyramid Texts carried tendency to increase use of determinatives; Nut was first given anthropomorphic female determinative in pyramid of Ibi.

+ Additional/variant determinatives are the three water signs documented in the Coffin Texts, enhancing the watery aspects of the sky, and the cobra in the New Kingdom.

+ Barta has viewed the phonetic nwt as an indication of Her role as a feminine counterpart of Nwn.

+ Allen has considered the possibility of relating Her name to the root nw(i), 'waters', not as a feminine conterpart, but as a feminine nisbe of the masculine word rendering it nwjt, "She of the waters".

+ Variant determinative (N17) in Pyr. 1629a gives possible reading of the name as 'oval' (nwt), "in what seems to be the original character of Her name" an idea he (Allen) finds related to Her concrete role as sarcophagus. (Nils Billing 2002:p.11)

[derwattltd]

Big Donut Promotional Materials

Print Poster, 8"x12"/12"x8", 2011

When Big Donut introduced the "Vento" coffee size, they also introduced Mr. Big The Nut Don, the donut mascot that emblazoned their stationary for the next 4 months. Focus groups found his angry rich demeanor off-putting, and the typography unreadable.

After the disastrous campaign, the franchise reintroduced non-anthropomorphic food items. "Nice Joe" refers to the quality of the coffee, not an alternative to the rageful Don Big.

[maddhatterreviews]

Amy Rose will be in Sonic 3, but not the way you think

Something people have been clamoring about Sonic the Hedgehog 3 is weather or not Amy will make her cinematic debut. And to be fair, Amy is important to Shadow's character arc and ultimately the reason he decides to help Sonic and the other in saving the day. So it's understandable people are eager to see the pink hedgehog in this third movie.

The thing is, while I was never against the idea of Amy showing up, my brain always kinda got stuck on the logistics of "But how the fuck does Amy get to Earth?". Does she just show up like Tails did? Why does she come to Earth? Did she somehow see the events of the last two movies and now she's in love with Sonic and came to Earth some how because fuck it?

It's why, when the trailer came out, I wasn't that surprised when it didn't show Amy at any point. Because I genuinely couldn't think of a way for her to show up that made sense, and wasn't derivative of what happened with Tails. But then I started to think about it, and with Gerald Robotnik alive and part of the story now, I realized how Amy could show up in this movie, and it's gonna be weird; so bear with and let me put y'all on game:

What if Amy Rose is Maria Robotnik?

Okay, so Gerald Robotnik is alive in this movie, right? And he's defiantly just as bonkers a Eggman, right? So hear me out: Gerald knows how to make anthropomorphic hedgehogs because he made Shadow. His entire motive for making Shadow in the first place was to keep Maria alive, which obviously didn't end up happening and that's what drove him nuts. So instead of trying to cure Maria of her decease, what if he used Maria's DNA and whatever process he used to create Shadow, to clone Maria as a Hedgehog.

But something doesn't go quite right so Maria doesn't remember she's Maria, so she comes up with the name Amy Rose to refer to herself. (I'm sure there's some explination for why she went with that involving flowers and shit) and Gerald is trying to get her to act more like Maria but it doesn't work and there's a lot of weird tension between the two that comes up when Eggman starts dealing with them.

And part of the cloning process not working the way Gerald wanted, she doesn't have all of Shadow's powers. She's fast enough to keep pace with Sonic and Shadow, but she doesn't have any Chaos powers or Shadow immortality.

And part of the Gerald and Shadow's plan isn't just revenge for what happened to the original Maria, but also doing something that will make Amy more like Maria. Possibly making her fully human again somehow.

but Amy, being her own person, sides with Sonic in stopping Gerald, and we can still have the scene in the Arc where Amy gets Shadow to help the good guys, just like in the game.

I obviously have no idea if this is actually going to happen, in fact it's more than likely not going to happen anything like this. But I couldn't help but think about this after seeing Gerald alive and teaming up with Eggman. I can just kinda imagine a little pink hedgehog walking into the scene after they hug and that just being a whole thing.

[polutrope]

For the holiday prompts:

26. Accidental drunkenness with Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin! Thank you, love your writing 🤍

Amazing prompt Anon, and thank you! This is also for @melestasflight who requested Caranthir with the same prompt and @grey-gazania who requested Caranthir + Ugly sweaters. 1.5k words, Rated T for a lot of swearing and drunkenness. These guys are awful. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list (prompts closed). Little context: Curufin owns a craft brewery and Celegorm works for him. Maglor's referenced boyfriend is Daeron. See Beleria Cast of Characters for the full scoop!

Curufin cleared their empty glasses and wiped a wet cloth over the bar. He didn’t usually like to drink at work, even after closing, but they’d tapped a keg of the new Red River Winter Ale to sample.

Curufin had been wound tight all month worrying that it wouldn’t be ready for bottling in time for Yule gifting — and it barely was. But it had turned out perfect: not too heavy, with a warm spice. He’d use the late release to his advantage, slapping plain handwritten labels on the bottles and marketing them to panicked shoppers as a limited release last-minute gift. They could sell the rest of the batch under a new label in the New Year.

That weight off his shoulders, combined with the loosening effect of the alcohol, had put Curufin in a light mood. But not so light that he fell for Celegorm’s suggestion to have another pint. It was a Tuesday, and while that might make no difference to Celegorm, he had to get Celebrimbor to school in the morning.

“How did you get here?” he asked Celegorm, who was mopping the floors.

“I rode the bike. Why? You need a ride?”

Curufin shrugged. He’d hoped his brother would say he’d taken the bus. He wouldn’t have minded the company on his commute tonight. A ride would be nice, in theory, but Curufin hated being crammed on the back of Celegorm’s motorcycle.; he hated being forced to cling to his brother like a limpet as Celegorm careened around the corners… but it was a cold, and late…

“I can take transit,” he said.

“Yeah, I know you can. But you just asked me how I got here, sooo.” Celegorm dropped the mop in the bucket and crossed the floor. “You’re obviously looking for a ride. I can drop you off, bro-nut, no worries.” His hand came down hard on Curufin’s shoulder and he jolted forward.

“I’m still your boss until your shift’s over, Tyelko,” Curufin grumbled. “So you can’t hit me.”

“Oh? I assumed my shift was over when we poured the brewskies.”

“It wasn’t,” said Curufin. He sighed, considering the pros and cons of accepting a ride—

—when the front door banged open.

Curufin shot daggers at Celegorm. “What the fuck, you didn’t lock the—! We’re closed!” he shouted at the intruder.

He was cut short by the entrance of a tall, black-haired man with an unmistakable red mark on his left cheek, currently dimpled by a broad grin. Caranthir gave a throaty laugh at the look of shock on his brother’s faces.

“Moryo!” Celegorm bounded across the room and smothered him in a hug. Curufin twitched sympathetically. “When the fuck did you get into town? Didn’t think you’d be here until the twenty-fourth. How you been? ”

Celegorm might as well have been Huan, yapping and bouncing around his brother as if they hadn’t just seen him two weeks ago.

“Never mind that,” said Curufin, “what the fuck are you wearing?”

He sneered, indicating the heinous sweater his brother had on: a chunky red knit that looked like someone’s first disastrous venture into a new hobby. Too short in the sleeves and too wide in the torso, with an awful depiction of a light-garlanded cat (orange, clashing terribly), snarling in what might have been intended as a smile but which looked like an oddly anthropomorphic grimace.

“Oh yeah,” Caranthir said, spreading his arms to display the garment. “It’s hideous isn’t it? It was free, though. Don’t get rich saying no to free shit, Curvo.”

Curufin rolled his eyes. “You’re absurd. So why are you here?”

“Got some freight I can’t take to the port until the morning so I’m here for the night. Then it’s back east and time to replenish my social arsenal before I hunker down in the trenches for the battle of Yuletide.”

By which he meant spending three full days with their family. Many (Fëanor chief among them) were baffled as to why Caranthir, who had been offered scholarships to pursue a PhD fully-funded by some of the best economics programs in Endor, had instead taken up a career as a long-haul trucker. Curufin wasn’t. It wasn’t about the job, which he hardly needed with his investments. It was about the solitude. Curufin could relate. Curufin resented him for it.

“Do Mom and Dad know you’re here?” Curufin asked.

“Hell no, and don’t you dare tell them. ’All’s they know I’m not here until the twenty-fourth like I said. Anyway stop being such a dick, Curvo — you should be honoured that I chose to spend this precious evening off with you.”

He, too, slammed his hand down on Curufin’s shoulder. Curufin withdrew behind the bar to shield himself from any further assaults.

“As if.” Curufin snorted. “You’re only here because Cáno wouldn’t let you stay with him. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong.” Caranthir perched on a bar stool and grunted. “But fuck Cáno. He has a whole spare room now that he’s fucking his roommate, but do you think he lets anyone use it? Nope! He’s ashamed of us, you know. Doesn’t want his environmentally-challenged boyfriend knowing his brothers are capitalists.”

“I’m not a capitalist,” said Celegorm.

Curufin and Caranthir both looked at him incredulously, then silently agreed not to respond.

Caranthir slapped the bar counter. “What’s on tap, brewmaster!”

“Nothing, we’ve closed up. Tyelko and I were just about to leave. I have to get home, it’s late, and—”

“Nope,” said Caranthir.

“Nope what?”

“Nope, you’re not leaving.”

“Nope!” Celegorm seconded, and jumped onto a stool beside Caranthir. “Come on, Curvy Scurvy, pull out some glasses, just one more round.”

Curufin frowned. He worked hard not to let on, but he felt as much the baby around any of his older brothers as he had since he was— well, an actual baby. He’d been seven when Amrod and Amras were born: it was too late to rewire the psychological violence inflicted growing up with four (gifted, brash, adored) older siblings. And now Celegorm and Caranthir leered at him from across the bar with those taunting smiles, and his resolve buckled under the desire to please them.

“Yeah, okay, sure,” he said, pulling out two glasses.

“Nah nah nah nah.” Celegorm wagged a finger. “You’re having one, too.”

“No, I’m not,” said Curufin. “I have to wake up early to take Tyelpë—”

“Oh boo-hoo-da-loo,” said Caranthir. “I have to be at the port at six a.m. Drink, Curvo. It’ll be no fun if you’re just sitting there watching us.”

Curufin ground his teeth. “Fine. A small glass. And then I’m kicking you out of here.”

*

“… and then she says: ‘Yeah okay, thanks dude. You can leave now. I know how to replace a tire.’”

“What a bitch,” Celegorm slurred.

“What?” Caranthir said. “No, man, that’s hot as fuck.” He tipped back the last of his beer then reached across the bar and refilled it directly from the tap, sloshing more of it on the floor than into his glass.

“Yo, careful!” said Curufin, then laughed. He looked into his own glass, which was disappointingly still empty. Had he had a third? He didn’t think he’d had a third. No, he’d only had two. Or it might have been three. Well, he’d just have half to be safe. He dumped half of Caranthir’s pint into his.

“Hey!” Caranthir grabbed for the glass, but Curufin had already chugged most of it down.

“Sorry, gone,” he said, then gripped the edge of the bar as he felt himself swaying backwards.

“You know what’s funny,” Celegorm said, staring at the wall. “I have no idea why Aredhel is with me.”

“Oh god, please don’t be a sad drunk,” Curufin begged. He dropped down and rested his head on the bar. “I’m so tired,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. “So fucking tired…”

“No, but really, you guys. I’m such a loser. Why would she be with me? You know, I almost told her I love her the other day. I mean, I’ve told her that when we were together before, but I haven’t said it again since we got back together and what not and— damn it fuck, you guys, I do love her.”

“So tell her,” Caranthir said, then barked a laugh. “Or at least don’t tell me— I don’t give a shit.”

“You think?” Celegorm asked earnestly. Curufin groaned. “Yeah, I should tell her. Why hide?”

Curufin’s eyes squinted open just long enough to catch Celegorm picking up his phone. He flung his arm across Caranthir to smack it from his hand. It crashed to the floor.

“Hey!” Celegorm yelled.

“Don’t tell her now you dumb bag of dick rockets!” Curufin shouted, and sputtered over his lacklustre name-calling efforts.

As he stumbled to retrieve his phone, Celegorm said, “Fuck you, you broke the screen.”

“It was already broken,” Curufin lied. He snuggled against the crook of his elbow and closed his eyes. “Guys,” he muttered, “how we gon’ get home? I’m so sleepy…”

“Agh, hold up.” Caranthir bumped Curufin’s shoulder as he reached for something. “I’ll call Nelyo to come get us.”

“Good idea…” Curufin said, "Nelyo'll fix it..." and fell asleep.

[finnylemon]

🩵Finny - Trollsona💐

Loving their design, literally my new persona I love them SO much. I decided to give them a little plot device to connect to Canon because I'm writing the MOST EXTENSIVE BOOK AND RESEARCH STUDY ON JOHN FUCKING DORY it's driving me nuts WAY more then BRANCH AND FLOYD I hate John sm he just reminds me of my fucking dad which HEY- is basically Finny and John's dynamic here (but it ends up very heartwarming)

I also don't like one specific music genre?? I'm a huge mix of all kinds of music so I decided to implement that into Finny! As an example; I utilized Hip-Hop as more of the typical environment that Finny was raised in, adapting to enjoy that type of music, while having the intensive personality and passion of a Hard Rock Troll (in Finny's case, Modern Rock) AND their appearance typically fits that of a Hip Hop/Pop Troll (similar to Cooper but anthropomorphic, giving a more Pop/Gradient troll apperance then Funk) I've always been such a mixed bag with different traits so this felt very fitting!

Enjoy my sassy bitchness

[eightglass]

Silly Game Time: Your current town/city of residence is getting an offical, Japanese-style, chibi-type mascot. It could be an animal, a professional person of some kind, an object, an anthropomorphic idea, etc. Anything's on the table, so what do you think it should be?

(For example, mine should be ... a friendly TV in a baseball uniform. Named Trevor or Travon or something like that.)

Well, my city practically already has an out-of-pocket mascot, don't think you can get more ridiculous than... a nut.

[floatingcatacombs]

Compile Hagiography Through Reading the Hyperdimension Neptunia Wiki

12 Days of Aniblogging 2023, Day 4

When I’m really bored on the computer, one of the things I'll occasionally do is explore the Hyperdimension Neptunia wiki. Neptunia is a role-playing series whose main distinction is being centered around moe anthropomorphizations of video game companies and consoles, which fascinates me. These are textbook trashy 6/10 anime RPGs, and release at a pace that suggests both a low budget and a pretty dedicated fanbase. I don’t mean to patronize, though. I’m not above this kind of stuff, I just can’t let a bunch of mid 30-hour JRPGs into my life at this moment in time. Rather, my angle of interest here is the origins of the Neptunia developer, Compile Heart.

listening and learning

You see, back in the late 80s and early 90s, a company called Compile was one of the greats in Japanese home PC gaming. Most of their early output was shmups for the MSX, although they dabbled in a bit of everything, including running a disc magazine to distribute games. Compile’s first hit was Madou Monogatari in 1990, a numberless first-person dungeon crawler with a focus on voice samples. It features a lovable cast, starring young magician Arle Nadja as she attempts to graduate kindergarten, viscerally decapitate an evil sorcerer, and fend off Satan and the girl who’s down bad for Satan. Plenty of remakes and sequels followed, and eventually Compile struck gold with Puyo Puyo, the platonic ideal of competitive falling-block games. To set it apart from the more faceless puzzle games of the era, they reused the Madou Monogatari cast, resulting in a cutesy aesthetic with occasional lingering bits of fucked-up lore.

After porting Puyo Puyo and its sequel to everything imaginable, Compile spent their mid-90s rapidly scaling the company, ultimately biting off more than they could chew. This was an era of serious change as developers moved towards 3D, and consumer preferences moved too fast for Compile to adapt. Some high-profile failures like Madou Monogatari Saturn and Puyo Puyo Dungeon sent the company into a fiscal downward spiral, leading frequent business partner Sega to bail them out by buying the rights to Puyo Puyo. Compile got to finish their in-progress work, including the gorgeous yet frustrating Puyo Puyo 4, but the writing was on the wall. Compile declared bankruptcy in 2003 after throwing all of their hopes and dreams into one last little game, Pochi and Nyaa. It’s a puzzle game with simple yet strategic mechanics that feels like something of a return to infancy for the developers. Also, it was released on the Neo-Geo in 2003! If you know anything about arcade hardware, that’s nuts.

The late 90's pre-rendered backgrounds combined with Sunaho Tobe's character artwork give Puyo Puyo 4 such a special look. Shame it's unplayable unless you're very good at chaining.

So Compile scatters to the winds and a lot of the non-shmup devs regroup at the newly formed Compile Heart, where they eventually hit the jackpot with Hyperdimension Neptunia and crank one of those out per year ad infinitum.

That was a pretty tumultuous history! And Neptunia seems like a way to process this? After all, the protagonist is named after and personifies the Sega Neptune, a cancelled 90’s console. Compile and Sega have intertwined histories and faced a similar trajectory. Rapid success in the early 90s was followed up by bad business decisions later in the decade, leading to a tragic exit from the industry that nobody wanted to see. Hyperdimension Neptunia wants to convey these scars to an audience who weren't necessarily around for it.

The first Neptunia game opens with the anime girl manifestations of Nintendo, Sony, and Xbox deciding that in order to break the sixth-generation console war stalemate, they need to team up against the one who poses the biggest threat. So, they get together and betray Neptunia, casting her out of the heavens. Obviously, this isn’t how it happened in the real world. The Dreamcast may have been awesome, but Sega was operating at a loss trying to support it, and the release of the all-consuming PS2 spelled doom. But this intro is closer to how it felt to Sega fans. It’s a mythical retelling of the fall, one that slots right in with the endless glowing retrospectives of Sega’s glorious but doomed last breath (My favorite is calling the console a “small, square, white plastic JFK”).

I’m no industry expert or historian, but I was around to see the Japanese game industry flounder during the PS3 era, when high definition brought with it new expectations and inflated development cycles. Obviously juggernauts like Capcom and Square Enix got out fine, but a lot of smaller studios went under at some point in the past 15 years. Hudson, T&E Soft, ASCII, Clover Studio, Imageepoch. In another world, beloved FromSoft could have fallen to the wayside just as easily.

That’s why Neptunia is really important, I think. It serves as a way to self-mythologize, to keep fragments of these studios alive no matter what happens to them later. It’s a snapshot of all the B-tier Japanese game companies at any given point, written by one such company. When some of them inevitably fold, the Neptunia series will act as one more eulogy. As a huge fan of Compile-era Puyo Puyo, it’s a strange but relieving afterlife to witness. I may never play these games, but I’m grateful for what they do, and it’s a very entertaining series to rummage through the wiki of, especially as someone with a known appreciation of OS-tans.

The second Hyperdimension Neptunia game appears to introduce the Gamindustri Graveyard, a burial ground for defunct game companies. Resting there alongside all the other fallen studios is 1st-Gen Compa, the spirit of Compile. She’s wearing an outfit adorned with Puyos, with ears resembling those of beloved mascot Carbuncle. What is just a random horny anime girl for one person is a loving tribute for another. It’s a meaningful way to send off the old.

…and so is raising the dead! In October, Compile Heart announced a new Madou Monogatari game, with Sega giving them the rights to use classic Puyo Puyo characters on the project. According to the press release, the development team includes many staff members who were part of the original incarnation of Compile. Hope springs eternal, somehow.