The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries
The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries: Stockholm syndrome
[Join Fraser at random points in space and time as he attempts to navigate the treacherous waters of teen drama and shadow hunting. Annoying teenagers! Awkward social situations! Combat! This diary has it all!]
Socialising is downright insidious — this is the lesson I learn in this week’s excerpt from my Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries. The more people you tolerate, the more you will be expected to participate in the song and dance that is being friends with a bunch of idiots. I’ve definitely entered the realm of having a second job, and it’s one where I’m the sole caregiver to a bunch of crazy, sociopathic teenagers.
Last time, I made the mistake of opening up my gnarled, twisted, black heart and spent time with people who are nothing more than parasites. My natural charm and charisma can no longer be contained, and it is inevitable that I will keep collecting these hangers on like some Pokémon trainer who specialises in gathering noisy human slaves against his better judgement. My trials continue.
The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries: Searching for love in all the wrong places
[Join Fraser at random points in space and time as he attempts to navigate the treacherous waters of teen drama and shadow hunting. Annoying teenagers! Awkward social situations! Combat! This diary has it all!]
It has been quite some time since I’ve had the opportunity to continue my adventures in a shadow infested nether-realm, and a far more terrifying Japanese high school, but I made time for it today, and my brain is melting a little due to this decision. My voice is hoarse from shouting at children, so it’s about time I get to work capturing my confusion and, indeed, emotional pain in this, the third instalment of The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries.
When last we left apathy-ridden hero Groovy Grumbler, he was enjoying some noodles on a man date. I say enjoying, but what I really mean is barely tolerating while trying to rein in a growing rage. There was little more for me to do other than participate in the foul teen ritual of socialising, because apparently my team was too exhausted to go back to Tartarus and save the damn world.
The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries: Endless corridors
[Join Fraser at random points in space and time as he attempts to navigate the treacherous waters of teen drama and shadow hunting. Annoying teenagers! Awkward social situations! Combat! This diary has it all!]
Persona 3. Here I am again, tormenting myself. It’s only the second part of my Shadow hunting fun time high school diaries, but I’ve already found so much to annoy me. There’s something horribly endearing about the game’s weird ways, however, that I fear I may grow to like it. Lest this happen, I’ve wrapped myself up in grouchiness and cynicism, and I’m feeling good.
When last you read the words that I wrote, douchey protagonist, Groovy Grumbler, had started a new life at a terribly lame school. He was forcibly befriended by a schizophrenic lassie and a moron, sees creepy children, and fought a bunch of shadow demons. Oh yeah, and he can also summon a being of Greek myth who rocks out on a magical lyre. After saving the day by being uncharacteristically rad, he ends up in hospital due to reasons. His recent recovery can mean only one thing: Back to school! Bollocks.
The Shadow Hunting Fun Time High School Diaries
The Persona series has more than a few fans here at AWESOMEoutof10, and discussions in CHAT/10 (click it on the lower right hand side, you know you want to) often end up being about Persona. As someone who has neither played any of the games or had any interest in Japanese high school attending monster hunters, I do my best to try to turn the conversation back to good games, preferably about historical strategy or pixel hunting. It’s no use.
If you can’t beat them, join them. The maxim of the collaborator is not one I normally subscribe to, but upon receiving the gift of Persona 3 FES from year round Santa and lovely Canadian community member, Ramminchuck, I felt that I might as well give it a shot. I never had a diary in high school (nor, I should add, do I now), as I was well adjusted and not prone to boring myself, but for the purposes of what is sure to be an arduous journey through Tartarus and teen nonsense, I’ll be keeping one. Here’s the first part of my unfiltered brain rubbish. And needless to say, spoilers abound.
