/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Let me start with a bold statement: Braid is one of the best games ever made. Not just one of the best Xbox Live Arcade games. Not just one of the best Xbox 360 games. This is a title that I have no doubt will withstand the test of time, proving to be one of the legendary entries in gaming history. Why? Because it doesn't merely feature fantastic gameplay, beautiful graphics, and an unbelievably good storyline. It proves that games truly can be art.

To prove my point, let me tell you the story of how I was personally captivated by this game as I review this game.

When I first got Braid, it was because of the fantastic press I had read for it. To be honest, I didn't expect much. I knew it was supposed to be a combination of a platforming game and a puzzle game, two genres that I tend to enjoy but am hardly a big fan of. I didn't think much of the $15 price tag, as it sounded like a game I would probably enjoy, and I'd done far worse for $20 or more.

Once the game finished starting up, I realized I really didn't have a clue what I was getting into. My character was but a shadow, with a gloomy, fire-covered city in the background. Once I realized I was in control of the character and that this was no cinematic, another surprise, I walked out into an alley where I saw stars in the sky, and after crossing a street light could finally see my character. I was already captivated by the art, and knew that I had to see more. Next I entered the house, the hub of my adventure, and saw the gateways to the different worlds. Only one of these gateways appeared to be open, so I went to the door and went in.

There was no longer a need for words. They kissed endlessly, deep at first, then butterfly kisses, then deep once more.

Stan Lee was absolutely ramming her ass now, balls slapping against her ass audibly. It only aroused her more. Her pussy juices trickled down to her ass, providing further lubrication as it mixed with the coffee.

He felt as if he were fucking something sent by god, made of pure ecstasy, molded for his cock and his cock only...like one of those flashlight vaginas, only it was his most beloved Accelerator.

"Faster!" she moaned between kisses. "So hard...need...you...ahh!" Mugi had just experienced her first orgasm not brought on by masturbation. It started in her abdomen, like a sickening sticky heat rising up through her whole body, sending a tidal wave of ecstasy through her brain. Only Stan Lee could make her feel like this...she knew it.

"Anything...ahh...anything for you, Acc...Accel!" Stan Lee shouted, his body dripping with sweat, as was Mugi's.

There was no longer a need for words. They kissed endlessly, deep at first, then butterfly kisses, then deep once more.

Stan Lee was absolutely ramming her ass now, balls slapping against her ass audibly. It only aroused her more. Her pussy juices trickled down to her ass, providing further lubrication as it mixed with the coffee.

He felt as if he were fucking something sent by god, made of pure ecstasy, molded for his cock and his cock only...like one of those flashlight vaginas, only it was his most beloved Accelerator.

"Faster!" she moaned between kisses. "So hard...need...you...ahh!" Mugi had just experienced her first orgasm not brought on by masturbation. It started in her abdomen, like a sickening sticky heat rising up through her whole body, sending a tidal wave of ecstasy through her brain. Only Stan Lee could make her feel like this...she knew it.

"Anything...ahh...anything for you, Acc...Accel!" Stan Lee shouted, his body dripping with sweat, as was Mugi's.