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I have a lot to say about this game, but I think it’s only fair to start with the personal side of it. The part that hits the deepest. Unfortunately, I ended up relating to the protagonist in a way that honestly hurts. Not in the details of his life, but in the feeling underneath it all. When Mine says that line, “I've been alone my whole life. Loved by no one... Needed by no one,” I felt a chill. Of course I’m not like him. I can’t pretend that loneliness doesn’t affect me, and I can’t hide the pain when someone decides to walk away without a word, when a connection just falls apart without any explanation. Sometimes I wonder, if I haven’t hurt anyone, why am I alone? Why is it so hard for me to keep a relationship that isn’t based on someone getting something out of it? I know I’m still young, but it hurts to look back and realize that many of the friendships I thought I had in school, and even some from the beginning of university, were built on something fragile and selfish like personal benefit. I wish I could be like Mine and treat betrayal with cynicism, like it’s something I always expected anyway. But I can’t. It still hurts me. It still happens. And loneliness keeps showing up like this uncomfortable companion that never really leaves. Maybe it’s okay to feel it. Maybe it’s part of growing up. I just hope that someday I meet someone who doesn’t want to take advantage of me. Someone who actually stays. Anyway, putting the emotional catharsis aside for a moment, let’s talk about the game itself. Dark Ties is, above all, a charming little oddity within the Yakuza universe. The series is famous for sticking closely to its big icons like Kiryu and Majima, which makes sense because they’re the fan favorites. But this time the developers stepped aside and chose to explore a character who had always existed on the edges of that greatness: Mine Yoshitaka. The game is short. Very short. I finished it completely in about ten hours, and even so, it still left a strong impression on me. There’s something fascinating about playing as a villain, or more accurately, as an antagonist that the fandom has grown attached to. The first three Yakuza games built some really memorable villains, and Mine always had that something special. That quiet, controlled charisma that made you want to understand what was going on in his head. Dark Ties might be a small game, but it feels like a gift for the people who always wanted more of him. The story is solid, even with its limited length. Unlike the main games, where the yakuza characters are often in the middle of redemption arcs or trying to retire from that life, here we see Mine in the middle of his ambition. He is an active yakuza, focused on building power and profit for his family, climbing the ranks through intelligence and strategy. I also liked how the game approaches darker subjects like prostitution in a more direct way, without the heroic framing that sometimes appears in other entries of the series. The combat is great too. It’s dynamic, smooth, and satisfying. But the real highlight is the character himself. Mine feels refreshing. His cynicism isn’t empty. It’s armor. He acts like nothing matters to him, but every betrayal clearly cuts deeper than he lets anyone see. And even though he behaves like he doesn’t care about anyone, there are moments where he helps people simply because he feels like it. Sometimes it’s curiosity, sometimes it’s a small spark of humanity breaking through his façade. Those moments make him feel incredibly human. It’s honestly a shame that the game is so short, because it had the potential to become a full, rich entry in the series. More hours, more missions, more character development. If the developers had given it the space it deserved, I’m sure it would have ended up as one of my absolute favorites. Even with its limitations, and with an ending that didn’t completely convince me, Dark Ties still managed to do something important. It confirmed that Mine Yoshitaka deserves a place in my personal ranking of characters. Maybe not the first place. But definitely the third. And that’s not a small thing. He's so handsome!

Picture this: 2018. I’m 13 years old, just a kid with a PS3 that sounded like a jet engine, but I loved that thing with my whole heart. Games were ridiculously cheap back then, so one day I’m scrolling through a second-hand shop and there it is: Red Dead Redemption. My brain immediately goes, “Perfect. I’ll play this, get hyped, and when the second one drops, I’ll be ready.” The hype for RDR2 was unreal. Theories everywhere, leaks, people losing their minds over trailers. I was consuming all of it. Living and breathing cowboys. So I played for hours and hours as John Marston, feeling cool, feeling unstoppable. Like yeah, I’m a cowgirl. Watch me ride. Then reality hit. A few weeks before release, I saw it online: Red Dead Redemption 2 was a PS4 exclusive. I didn’t have a PS4. I had my loud, loyal PS3 that suddenly felt ancient. The disappointment was huge. So I did what any dramatic 13-year-old would do. I buried that love deep down and pretended I didn’t care. ⊹　︶︶　 ୨୧　︶︶　 ⊹ Fast forward. I got a PS4 about four years ago, but somehow I completely forgot about RDR2. Not once did it cross my mind. Until December. My friend would not shut up about it. “You have to play it. It’s beautiful. Actually beautiful. The story? Insane. Arthur? Bro. Arthur.” He kept going and somewhere in the middle of all that, something clicked. You know that feeling when you just know you’re about to fall in love with a game? December 31st. New Year’s Eve. Everyone’s getting ready for midnight. Me? I’m downloading RDR2. I told myself I’d just try it for a bit. Next thing I know, it’s 5 a.m. The new year came and went while I was stuck in the mountains, snow everywhere, following some guy named Dutch and this other dude… Arthur. I didn’t even hear the fireworks. ⊹　︶︶　 ୨୧　︶︶　 ⊹ Months later, 160+ hours in, I finished Arthur’s story today. And I sobbed. Not just teary-eyed. I mean full-on ugly crying. The kind where you can’t breathe and your face is a mess. It felt like my heart got ripped out, stomped on, and somehow put back bigger than before. Now I’m on John’s part, which will probably be a 10/10 too. But let’s talk about Arthur. The beautiful thing about this game is that everyone’s Arthur is different. Same character, same fate, but the little choices make him yours. I’m obsessed with watching TikToks and gameplay videos just to see how other people play him. My Arthur? High honor. Always. From day one. He absolutely hates driving carriages and is terrible at it, trees just appear out of nowhere, okay? Not his fault. He has long hair, always. It’s a whole vibe. And the Bayou near Saint Denis, with the gators and the fog and those creepy sounds? He avoids it like the plague. So do I. Too many alligators. Absolutely not. He’s the one who stopped on every hill to watch the sunset. The one who said “hey there, partner” to everyone in Valentine. The one who tried so hard to be good, even when everything around him was falling apart. That’s my guy. ⊹　︶︶　 ୨୧　︶︶　 ⊹ What can I even say without ruining it? It’s stunning. Not just the graphics, though those sunsets deserve awards, but everything else too. The story made me feel everything. Anger, joy, grief, pure laughter. One minute I was cracking up, the next I was fighting tears. There were so many small moments that just made me smile like an idiot at the screen. The side characters are incredible. Some make you want to hug them. Some make you want to punch them. Both reactions are completely valid. Exploring never feels boring because there’s always some random events for you. Even hunting, which I thought would feel like a chore, turned out to be weirdly calming. Will I 100% it? Probably not. It’s a lot. But honestly, it doesn’t matter. I finally understand why people say this game changed them. ⊹　︶︶　 ୨୧　︶︶　 ⊹ I’m kind of silly. At least I think so. But I’m also depressed a lot of the time. Most days, if I’m being honest. The moments when I actually feel like I’m enough are rare. Really rare. But spending 160 hours with Arthur changed something in me. Watching him struggle. Watching him fall. Watching him get back up. Watching him love his people and try so hard to be better, even when everything was collapsing around him. Something clicked. If he could try, even when he was scared and hurting, maybe I can too. Maybe I deserve to believe in myself. Maybe it’s okay to cry, to mess up, to feel lost, as long as I keep trying. Like Arthur did. Below this you’ll find pictures of my gameplay and my Arthur. Oh Arthur… the man you are! 😌🙏

Okay so I need to talk about The Phantom of the Opera because I just finished reading it again and I have THOUGHTS. First of all, the musical? Absolutely goated, no hate, Andrew Lloyd Webber really said let me make bank and he did because those songs are iconic and everyone knows them. But here's the thing, the musical and the book are basically two different things sharing the same skeleton. Like yeah the main plot points are there, creepy guy lives under opera house, loves Christine, but the VIBE is completely different. The book reads like your best friend pulling you aside to spill the most insane tea you've ever heard. Like genuinely it's structured as a detective novel, which I love because I'm a sucker for that genre anyway, and this guy comes in being like "let me tell you about this WILD situation that went down at the opera house back in the day." And then he just goes off. The drama is IMMACULATE. You've got Raoul being so jealous his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, you've got Erik literally whispering insults to some guy in the opera box about his wife cheating on him until they get into a physical fight in the middle of a performance, you've got backstage politics and managers losing their minds and prima donnas throwing fits. It's so messy and I am here for it. And can we talk about Erik for a second? Because this man is the original ragebaiter. He loves causing chaos for the sake of it, he lives for the drama, he's absolutely unhinged and petty and extra in every possible way. Like yes he's tragic and sad and all that but also he's having the time of his life terrorizing everyone. The book is genuinely funny, like laugh out loud funny in places, and nobody ever talks about that because everyone just knows the musical version where he's all brooding and romantic. Nah, book Erik is a menace and I love him for it. I'm not gonna talk about the ending because it's pretty obvious anyway and also I've read this like five times now so I might be biased, but honestly it holds up every single time. It's not like a masterpiece of literature or anything, sometimes it drags a bit and I'll admit I put it down a few times even though it's short, but it's just such a fun read. I'm actually planning to grab a physical copy soon because I've only got it digitally right now and I want to be able to annotate it and highlight all the unhinged parts.

ㅤ 𓈒 ୭ৎ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢 𝅄 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ⟢ birth name : Her parents saw her and named her Lineer. But for the past several years, she’s insisted that everyone call her Haalari instead. ﹒⟢ age : 58 years old! But don’t freak out! Her half-elf heritage makes her look like she’s in her early twenties. And honestly? She kind of thinks like someone in her twenties too. Ugh, the drama, the daydreaming! She thinks about young people, about ladies too — ah, the wonder of youth! ﹒⟢ race : She’s a half-elf. Her mother was a drow, but since she was born on the surface, she managed to escape the typical customs of her mother’s people. Still, that doesn’t stop some folks from giving her nasty looks when she walks by. ﹒⟢ gender : Trans woman. ﹒⟢ pronouns : She / Her ﹒⟢ alignment : Chaotic neutral ﹒⟢ class : She’s a bard, College of Lore. Though honestly? She’s way more likely to use her musical talents to flirt with someone than to recount some grand epic tale. ﹒⟢ background : Charlatan. She’s spent most of her life lying, cheating, stealing, and scamming her way through the world. Maybe it’s finally time to retire… or at least pretend to. ㅤ 𓈒 ୭ৎ 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝅄 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ㅤ· ⠀⠀✿ 、 height & weight: She’s about 1.58 meters tall (around 5'2") and weighs roughly 50 kilos (about 110 lbs). Honestly, it’s like her dad’s genes barely even tried — she ended up pretty small by drow standards. And yeah… sometimes she’s a little self-conscious about it. Full drow women tend to be taller than the average human, so standing there at 5'2"? Not exactly the intimidating, imposing presence she was “supposed” to have. ㅤ· ⠀⠀✿ 、 general description: She’s definitely… eye-catching. Like most elves, she has features people would easily call beautiful — almost effortlessly so. Her skin is a rich brown tone, warm and vibrant, which sets her apart from the more typical grayish hues often associated with drow. It gives her a striking, distinctive presence that’s hard to ignore. Her elven ears are unmistakable, elegantly pointed and impossible to miss. She’s slim, with a light, agile figure that makes her movements look graceful without even trying. She has full, plush lips, a sharp aquiline nose, and absolutely mesmerizing eyes — her bright white irises are the kind of detail people remember long after she’s walked away. Her hair matches the cool tone of her eyes: grayish, short, and perpetually messy. The uneven, tousled look isn’t exactly intentional… she just might not bother brushing it after waking up from a very satisfying nap. ㅤ 𓈒 ୭ৎ 𝗣𝗦𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝅄 🪡 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ㅤ· ⠀⠀✿ 、 personality Haalari grew up being judged, mistrusted, and treated like a walking curse. A trans woman, a half-drow, and visibly different even among her own kind — she learned early on that the world rarely offers kindness without conditions. Over time, she built a thick skin. Or at least, she learned how to pretend she did. Criticism rolls off her easily now, or so it seems. In truth, she simply refuses to let it show. Matters of the heart aren’t foreign to her — she understands desire, longing, and attachment very well. But she also believes getting too close to people is dangerous. It’s safer to leave before she can be left. She rarely stays with the same group for long; months are usually her limit before she slips away again, chasing the next opportunity or avoiding the next disappointment. She’s playful, dramatic, and usually in high spirits. Charming when she wants to be, mischievous when she’s bored. She tends to prioritize her own benefit above all else. She might help others occasionally — sometimes even sincerely — but those moments are rare and often fleeting. Seduction is one of her favorite tools. She knows how to smile just right, how to lower her voice, how to play a role that fits whatever the situation demands. Sometimes she pretends so well that even she isn’t sure which parts are real anymore. ㅤ· ⠀⠀✿ 、 backstory Born on the surface as Lineer, the child of an exiled drow mother and a human father, she never experienced the rigid matriarchal structure that governs most drow societies. Even so, growing up between two worlds left her in constant tension. She never fully belonged to either side. There were always expectations waiting for her, customs she was supposed to follow, and roles she was meant to accept. From a very early age, the role assigned to her, that of a son, felt suffocating. It felt like performing a life that was not hers. When she finally chose to live openly as the woman she had always known herself to be, she expected relief. What she found instead was rejection. The distance she had always felt from others did not disappear. Her family repudiated her. To them, she became a source of shame, something easier to cast aside than to understand. Whatever fragile connection remained between them broke completely. After that, she learned a simple truth. If the world refused to accept her as she was, she would become whoever she needed to be. Survival shaped her into a performer long before she ever called herself a bard. She learned how to lie convincingly, how to read a room in seconds, how to shift her personality to match whatever would benefit her most. Deception was not just a way to earn coin. It was protection. It was control. If she could define the story, then no one else could define her. Over the years she has been many things. A seller of miracle elixirs with a dazzling smile. An exiled noblewoman spinning tales of lost estates. A prophet whispering dramatic predictions of love and disaster. She reinvents herself easily and often. Her morality follows her mood. She might help a town guard simply because she finds the captain attractive. She might ruin a merchant’s deal because the journey has grown dull and she craves excitement. She acts according to impulse, curiosity, and personal interest. She values her freedom above loyalty, and her autonomy above approval. She became a bard not out of passion for music or devotion to history, but because she was searching for something that felt like identity. Bards preserve stories. They give shape to the lives of others. If she cannot remain a hero, a ruler, or a legend without growing restless, then she can at least stand close to those who do. She can observe. She can document. She can tell their stories with flair and embellishment. Somewhere deep inside, she hopes that by archiving the destinies of others, her own life might eventually take on weight and meaning. Despite all of this, she rarely feels like a true bard. In her mind, real bards are driven by passion and conviction. They believe in something greater than themselves. Haalari is not sure she believes in anything at all. When someone asks her why she plays, she always offers a beautiful, dramatic explanation. The kind that sounds like it belongs in a legend. It is always a lie. There is one truth she does not question. She is a woman. That certainty is the only solid ground she has ever stood on. Yet being a trans woman, visibly half drow, and constantly judged has left its mark. She often feels compelled to prove that she is enough, desirable enough, talented enough, convincing enough. She tries to validate her existence through the roles she performs and the people she manages to charm or deceive. She is a fraud in many ways. She does not truly love music. She does not truly love being a bard. And most days, she struggles to love herself.

I’m writing this because I genuinely want to convince more people to try Dungeons & Dragons, so please read the whole thing before you decide it’s “not for you.” I don’t go out much. I don’t have a huge group of friends, and I’m extremely shy when it comes to trying new things. When I started university, I kind of fell into a routine that felt like a vortex. I would go to class, come home, scroll on my phone, maybe study, sleep, repeat. I wasn’t really taking time for myself or doing anything new. It was just automatic mode every day. Then, at the end of the first semester, I saw a small announcement looking for new players to try D&D. That alone shocked me. I always assumed that kind of thing barely existed here, or at least that it wasn’t popular enough to casually find a group welcoming beginners. It felt like something that only happened in movies or online. I wanted to go, but I was terrified. So I begged a friend to join me for a couple of sessions, just so I wouldn’t feel so exposed. Having someone I knew there made it easier to walk into that first game without wanting to disappear. And I got lucky. Our Dungeon Master was amazing. She taught us how to build character sheets from scratch and how combat works without making it feel overwhelming. She made it very clear that you don’t need to memorize the entire rulebook to play. We’re there to have fun, not to take an exam. If something interests you, you look it up. If it doesn’t, you don’t. It’s not school. You can focus on your race, your class, your abilities, and that’s perfectly fine. We were a pretty big group, which made everything more chaotic but also more fun. And then there’s my character. My daughter. I created her from zero, sketched her little design, thought about her personality, her backstory, everything. Her name is Haalari, and she’s a bard. Maybe one day I’ll share her character sheet and some drawings because I love her an unreasonable amount. Poor Haalari, though. She’s a half-elf drow, which already puts her in an awkward social spot, and on top of that she’s a trans woman. She really said, “let’s collect minorities like achievements.” I promise it makes sense in context. Her story is complicated, but that complexity makes her interesting to roleplay. We haven’t finished the campaign yet. Not even close. We’ve had several sessions already and every time I leave feeling energized. At the beginning I was painfully shy. I struggled to speak in character, I overthought every decision, but something shifted over time. Because here’s the funny part: I’m very shy, but Haalari is not. She’s explosive, dramatic, morally questionable at times, and flirts with basically everyone. Playing someone so bold forced me to step outside of myself. The more sessions we play, the easier it becomes to embody her. I’m learning to improvise, to react faster, to trust my ideas instead of immediately doubting them. And I didn’t expect this, but it’s actually helping my confidence. It makes me think more creatively. It pushes me to speak up. It lets my imagination run wild in a way that daily life rarely does. So if you’ve ever been curious, try it, PLEASE!!! 🙏 And if you don’t know where to start, my messages are open. I’ll happily help you build your first character. Trust me, it might surprise you how much you end up loving it.

So yeah, I came here to present one of my OCs because apparently I can’t shut up about fictional men once they take over my brain. This is Mikhail Andreevich Vasiliev. I originally created him back in 2017 for a roleplay, and at that time he was a late 19th-century circus performer. Not world-famous, but known enough to have people recognize his name in certain cities. He’s Russian, born in a city that today exists in Belarus, and he had a whole dramatic backstory that I’m not going to fully unpack right now because that lore folder is deep and slightly embarrassing. When I started playing Red Dead Redemption 2, I actually jumped into Online first. And somehow, without planning it, I basically recreated Mikhail but as a cowboy. That’s when the idea clicked. What if circus Mikhail somehow ended up in the Wild West? What if I just… fused the timelines and made it work? For the record, I don’t even have Online anymore because I stopped paying for PS Plus, so this entire alternate cowboy life exists purely in Rockstar Servers. (?) So here’s the simplified origin story. He was an acrobat traveling with his circus troupe, performing across different countries, until they eventually made their way to Saint Denis. Big city, big opportunities, lots of noise and lights. And then something went wrong. Maybe the circus went bankrupt. Maybe they left him behind on purpose. Maybe they didn’t and he was just too drunk to realize they were packing up for good. I genuinely haven’t decided which version hurts more, so all of them are technically canon for now. What I do know is that he’s been in the country for about ten years. He had to learn English from scratch, which means his accent is thick and his grammar was probably horrible at first. He’s not exactly a natural with firearms, which makes sense because throwing yourself through the air on a trapeze does not automatically translate into perfect aim. But he makes it work. Personality-wise, I don’t have every detail mapped out yet, but I know he’s gentle. Softer than he looks. The kind of person who would help you fix a wagon wheel even if he barely knows how, just because you asked nicely. He drinks more than he should, laughs loudly when he’s comfortable, and probably still misses the feeling of flying above a crowd that’s holding its breath for him. I've commissioned several artists to draw him, and every single time it feels like Christmas morning. Seeing different interpretations of the same character is insane in the best way Right now he’s still half-formed, a little messy. I might delete this later and come back once I’ve properly developed him and give him a clean, organized character sheet like he deserves.