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I’ve kept a bit quiet on this for a little while, but I’ll say what I think on the Shu Takumi AA7 rumor: I think it’s possible that he could make a good game (likely better than both DD and SoJ at the very least) but in terms of fixing the series, it’s not 100% possible. The series has gotten to a point where it is so messed up that no matter who works on it we can’t fix literally everything but I do believe that IF Takumi is actually involved, he’ll at least take some steps in the right direction and do what he CAN do with the series.
And I’ve said before [on Twitter] that I actually hate the idea of rebooting the entire series; I’d rather just go as far as we can with the current characters (they’ve been dragged out this far already) and hopefully reach a proper conclusion for all of them. And after this proper conclusion, you either stop making main series games or you give the main series games to entirely new characters, but transition in a way that’ll work for the series, leaving behind the old familiar characters but not forgetting about them entirely. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous about the future of Ace Attorney right now but I’ll take whatever we get no matter what it is, but I do hope that one day we can complete the story for each of these characters and move on to new ones one day. *These are thoughts that I typed out on Twitter earlier tonight.
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When I was kid I used to dream of being an author but things have changed over time. First of all, nobody really reads books these days so I highly doubt I’d get anywhere as an author of books. I also ended up with other interests growing up, which included video games and for a while wanted to be a game developer but these days I’m not entirely certain what I want to be doing so I just stick to doing what I know how to do. These things didn’t keep me from writing entirely; I had some things that I did want to create.
I always wanted to come up with stories when I was younger I wrote several of them. However, if I were to look back at any of them that I could find, well, they’re most likely complete trash. I’ve had many ideas come into my head but sadly I never finished them all. I would get one idea I thought was good and go with it until I got bored of making it. I never was interested enough to finish a lot of what I started. It wasn’t until I was in high school when I actually finished one of the stories that I started. At the time, I was sure it would only be a one time thing. I just happened to get inspiration from somewhere and was able to go all the way through with it. However, it didn’t end there. A friend of mine, who I let make corrections to the story wanted to be the author to the sequel and since I wasn’t really planning on making a sequel, I told him to just go ahead. But after he started working, I wanted to work on the series some more so I started getting my ideas together for third one before I eventually had to take over the sequel my friend wanted to write. It was at that point that I started imagining where I wanted the series to end up. I thought about pulling an Ace Attorney and doing a seven year time-skip but that never actually happened. The fourth story I wrote just ended up continuing where the third left off and this was the one I wanted to conclude the series. Unfortunately, I realized how hard it is to just let a series go like that and I started making a fifth one the following summer and planned to explain some points that weren’t previously explained. When I wrote this one, I felt like it was a bit of a mess so I knew I had to legitimately end the series or I’d just hate would it would ultimately turn into so I decided to give the series a real proper conclusion with a sixth story, also because I felt it would be weird to end after only five stories. And I did my best to make this one of the strongest I’d written. Afterwards, I planned to be done with that series but I didn’t want to stop writing. I still have ideas coming but actually getting those ideas down and going through with them has been rather difficult. I’ve got a new story that I’ve tried writing more than once but I never truly know where to begin or how to get it to take off. I just know what characters I want and only a few of the things I want to happen. This is something I struggle with as a writer and I want to do more than just my original series but am unsure if I’ll ever be able to. As for the series I mentioned, I will not be publishing anything I’ve written in the near future because they contain some actual real people (friends I went to high school with, mostly) as the characters. I might remake the series with original characters at some point, but I don’t know yet. For years things have been going downhill for me. I’ve been suffering from depression since high school, but do people care? Most of them do not. Especially my family that doesn’t understand me at all and would rather just make fun of the mental illnesses they know I do have (such as OCD). And the older I get it just gets worse and I end up focusing on these feelings that I’m having rather than other things that are important. At first, I just felt really sad and disappointed and then angry and it’s gotten to a point where I’m extremely unmotivated. The worst part of it all is that last summer I actually started to have suicidal thoughts.
I honestly don’t think I’d get a to a point where I actually would kill myself but sometimes I worry that one of these days I may end up surprising myself. I mean, I once cut my lip with a pair of scissors in second grade for literally no reason. Honestly, last summer everyone I dealt with really pushed it but add college bullshit to it and I’m even more upset. I’ve already cried because of college since I got dropped from classes twice at the beginning of the quarter. Honestly, this far on I’m starting to wonder if I’m wasting my time. It’s honestly starting to feel like more trouble than it’s worth. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to learn what I was planning on going into on my own during my own time. Regardless or whether I stay or go, I’m tired of being as pathetic as I am. I want to be more responsible. For me, it’s been pretty easy to get distracted by a lot of things even if they’re not really that exciting. I’ve been distracted by just my water bottle before, for example. I just wish I could focus on things. I wish I was more confident in my own abilities, but every bit of confidence I’ve ever had has vanished. When I was a kid, I seemed to be smarter than my classmates which set expectations unrealistically high. If I had continued to improve, it wouldn’t have been a bad thing really but I ended up not being smarter than everyone else and started feeling like more of an idiot as the years went by. It doesn’t help then whenever I do something, I’m always told that it’s not good enough. Definitely not good for my crippling self-esteem issues that I’ve had longer than I’ve suffered from depression. The worst part of it all is that my parents don’t seem to think I’ll make it anywhere; that I won’t make it in the “real world”. I’ve gotten to a point where I don’t feel like I can do anything. My parents are responsible for a good chunk of my problems and they don’t even realize it. I’ve gotten after them before, especially my mother (since she’s the worst) but even after that, SHE DIDN’T FUCKING GET IT. So telling my parents about my problems is a complete waste of time. I don’t have a whole lot of real life friends, either. Especially not any that I can see regularly and when it comes to talking to people about my problems, I’m not very good at it. I’m very introverted and not way too comfortable talking about how I feel. There are other things on my mind that I could talk about but I’ll save this for another time when or if I ever feel comfortable talking about them. I feel alone most of the time. Here I am now, nineteen years old still living with my shitty family. I’ve said before but if I had what I needed to move out, I would have packed my shit and left already. Shit’s certainly changed since I’ve graduated high school. First of all, I have even less friends even though there are some I would have liked to be able to keep in touch with. My hand condition (Cutaneous Adherence Syndrome) got worse and my sisters drove me insane. I’m surprised I didn’t lose my damn mind back then. Lastly, please do not tell me things will get better because they don’t. In my life, it seems to only get worse. |
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