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The Daibijin, or Gorgeous Giant is one of the many terrible new games I now own for my PS2 (Why the Japanese have a word for 'gorgeous giant' I don't know)
Since nothing of much interest to me was happening last weekend (You can read about the Iwaki climb the other JET's did here) I decided to stay home and wallow in my own crapulence as Mr. Burns would say. I bought a bunch of cheap, crappy PS2 games at the local GEO used game store and set off to completely waste my weekend inside. And crap they sure are! The worst game I bought solely because of the cool picture on the box of a giant 10 story tall bikini clad girl getting shot at by the JSDF. That and the fact that it was only 1000 yen. The game rivals Hugh's Beach volleyball game in its sukebeness, but is not nearly as fun to play with terrible controls and boring, repeditive gameplay. I also bought a flight simulator game that lets you experience what it's like to be a Japan Airlines pilot. This game taught me that Mount Fuji is apparently 30000 feet high and is difficult to fly over with a 747. Also Aomori has no airport, or anything else for that matter. I guess that's what most people in Japan, including game designers think of Aomori. I also bought Dance Dance Revolution including pad, but gave up playing after breaking a sweat 30 seconds into it. My other two games are Virtua Fighter 4 and WWE Smackdown 4. I'm trying to convince myself that these games will help prepare me for the next time I get in a rumble with another JET teacher. Probably the only game that might actually help me do that though is DDR, and I'm too weak and lazy to play it for more than a few seconds at a time. Anyway, after a day of doing nothing I ventured outside Sunday afternoon and went to McDonald's in Misawa for some much needed grease. On my way there I stopped at Lake Ogasawara (or something sounding like that) and found a really ghetto mini golf course where apparently lots of old men and their hot, young girlfriends like to hang out. After that, I tried to make up for last weekend's disapointing airshow by sitting by the lake and watching fighter jets fly around. That got boring pretty fast, so I went home. What did you think this story was going somewhere? Nope. That's it. What did you expect from a post titled Otaku Weekend?