I've been doing some digging to see if I can find any kind of guide or play report on trans 2 to try and set some expectations. it's... predictably pretty slim pickings. most of the results are just different storefronts that offer the download, or database entries with like the name of a romance option and not much further info
but there were a couple of blog posts I was able to find:
one of them was just a really brief blurb about how the poster visited a game store and snagged a flyer about it. they uploaded some scans of the ad which is kinda fun, but jury's out on whether they ever actually played it. the blog seems to have been consistently pretty active for the last 20 years, but I haven't really tried to read much else there.
the other one I found is a short review/let's play that basically confirms everything I was scared of lmao. the romance routes are heavily dependent on outfit choices (of course) and it sounds like the author (furi) failed a couple of romance routes at the last second due to not wearing the right stuff. hopefully the quiz on the site is enough to go off of there. some of the posts also include some outfits that worked for them, but the files aren't images, so I think they probably go in the outfit viewer bonus feature thing, which I don't have access to yet for some reason.
furi also seems generally irritated about the changes to the formula and art style between games. which like, it is a very big shift. it sounds like the first one was much easier to brute force also, which spells disaster for yours truly.
oh, and they drew some fanart of their favorite character, yuu:
cute! I believe they describe her like: "she's that one ayanami-like character every eroge has, but I liked her the most anyway."
the rest of furi's site is pretty neat, they have a ton of pics of them doing crossplay, and it seems like quite a bit of discussion about media, fashion, and motorsports. sadly the last update was in 2013, and since posts on the social media site they linked seem to have ended around 2015 or so, the trail went cold there. I hope they've been doing well since then.
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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