Mon, 01/19/2009 — Sak

Update: For the first time in E-Mails That Never Received a Reply's five year and four post history, this e-mail has received a reply. Over a week after having sent the e-mail. Check below the original e-mail for FUN.

Dear Taito Corporation,

Throughout the years, I have been a fan of your series of Bubble Bobble games. The adventures of Bub and Bob are, in my humble opinion, among the greatest stories of the 20th century, rivaling the Bildungsromanesque overtones of Mann's "Magic Mountain" and Tarkovski's paean to mysticism, "Nostalghia". However, why did you guys ever bother to create games based on Bub and Bob's human adventures? Parasol Stars is pedantic and meandering and Rainbow Islands is simply straight up fucking stupid. Please don't remake these games. If you already have and I just didn't know about it, then dang. That ain't cool.

Write back please.

Taito's Reply:

Dear Mr. Sak

Thank you very much for being a fan of Bubble Bobble.

We appreciate your evaluation of our games, especially contrasting to the literature masterpiece is quite unique,

Though we are not able to reveal our future game development map, your precious comment is forwarded to our product planning department in order to reflect to product planning,

with kindest regards

Taito Corporation Europe

An Expression of the Absolute

Mon, 10/18/2004 — Sak

Sprawled across my couch, cigarette dangling out of my fingers; Luigi Nono's performance of Mahler's Kindertotenlieder plays in the background.

...Von keinem Sturm erschrecket,
Von Gottes Hand bedecket...

It takes me back. 1985. I was studying in Gottingen then; the humanities division. I read Moliere and Holderlin with a fervent passion, the kind of passion that can only burn deep inside that of a young person. The candle was set aflame, the fire spread to every portion of my body, fueling my appetitive spirit with a deep-seeded ambition, the conviction that the world was my playground. The conviction that I could do no wrong. The horizons of my world were about to be shattered, however; my world would soon come crashing down.

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The Cost Of Moving On (w/bonus: Boxing Up Bullies)

Wed, 08/18/2004 — Fasteriskhead

i folks, F-head here. Look, I... I've got nothing. None of us do, I think. RUSH 'N ATTACK is one of the most important works of our age, an artistic and philosophical watershed, and all of us are faced with a profound loss in bumping it from the top of the queue. Let's face it: in a truly just world RUSH 'N ATTACK would be at the top of not just Andore Jr. but also every other page on the internet for all of eternity; In the year 20XX, fathers should induct their sons into adulthood by placing a pair of unwieldy (BUT FUTURISTIC) VR goggles over their heads and introducing them to the internet and RUSH 'N ATTACK, and when the little tyke asks, Daddy what is that naked man doing and who is Neil Peart, the father will smile knowingly and tell his boy all about the joys of falling in love, building a family, holding to the sanctity of the individual human being vis a vis unnatural control by governmental institutions, and so forth. But sadly, we instead live in a world of constant flux, eternal uncertainty, and the ever-approaching shade of Death, and so Andore Jr. must be updated again one of these days. I guess I'm taking the bullet this time, yet I'm too shocked by the enormity of my transgression (necessary though it may be) to actually come up with something creative or funny.

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