In the spirit of the most romantic of all man-made holidays I took to the ‘net this morning to find something adorable and sweet to share with all of you and maybe the cute girl you fancy.
Ten minutes later, I find this:
The weird bit? This image isn’t sexual at all.
I’m not going to lift the entirety of Japanese artist Masao’s page, but I urge you to click through to the comic strip this image came from. Despite being written in Japan’s native moon language, the meaning should be clear to anyone with a passing interest in the Super Smash Bros. series: Japan hates you and everything you hold dear.
Is that a dick coming out of Bulbasaur’s ass?
I wanna say no based on context, but who the hell knows?
Nex, you’re a high-powered respected gaming journalist. Who’s dick do I have to suck to get a Killzone 2 demo code?
Wish I knew. I didn’t get a copy either, despite Sony sending one to our intern at Wired.
And unlike The Merc, Wired won’t let me hit the unpaid urchins.
So, instead of enjoying K2 this weekend Ive been listening to old Cure albums while crouching ominously on rain-slicked church steeples. If they wanna be dicks about it then you better believe I’m gonna pout until I drown in a sea of my own mascara.
I drink your …
Ah, nevermind.