Nigmabox Rundown (6/04-6/10) PRE3 2017: Lower Your Expectations For Maximum Happiness!

Well, it’s the middle of June, and you know what that means.  It’s time for the Electronic Entertainment Expo.  Yes, an event full of announcements, dubious trailers, and manufactured hype.  I could be cynical about the whole thing, as it is ultimately one big commercial, but I always have a good time zealously devoting my attention to the event and working hours on end to provide write-ups on just about everything announced, while giving my own opinion on them and each conference.  Yet as is always the case, pre-E3, or PRE3 as I like to call it, is in full effect, so let’s just go for it! Continue reading

Nigmabox Rundown (5/22-5/28) Awaiting Those Untold Futures

tumblr_mkk7p3JzsE1qeldg8o1_1280So, I just finished my latest writing project, Maple Loves Senpai, and within a short while I will begin working on Psycho Bullet Festival 2: Bury My Children.  And by work on, I mean outline, as I only have loose concepts and idea, a very basic structure, and a rough estimate of the cast.  I hope to get this done in three months, as I will have lots of free time over that time period, but I’m not making any promises just yet.  Anyhow,  time for disposable talk about video game nonsense.   Continue reading

Nigmabox Rundown (31/5-06/6) The Japanese Localization Building-School

0 PGOS Racial Localization Friendship of JapanIn my dumb brain, companies like Idea Factory International, NIS America, Atlus, Aksys, XSEED, Sekai Project, MangaGamer, JAST USA, Carpe Fulgar, and anybody I’m forgetting all work in the same building located somewhere in California.  The building is based off of the one blueprint that was used to build every high school in Japan circa 1950, and it is a complete mess.  With random unlocalized games everywhere, old bootleg VHS tapes of “the hottest Japanimation”, a locker full of PSPs, this one incredibly disturbing classroom filled with full scale figures and body pillows, and dirty laundry that piles up every week until Jimmy clean up their blankets and graphic tees over the weekend.  Then there’s Nana, who is just sad after spending three thousand hours a year playing everything this company produces, and is flat out disgusted by the tropes at this point. Continue reading