We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the…
Suzanne Collins’s The Hunger Games trilogy has enjoyed massive popularity in recent years, particularly with the advent of a feature film soon to be released. For those not familiar with the series and/or those who have been living under a rock for five years, the basic premise of the story is as follows: the government forces children to fight to the death in regular, organized tournaments for its own entertainment. Sound familiar? This is essentially the same premise as the 1999 novel Battle Royale by Koushun Takami. Of course, most people who have read The Hunger Games are probably unaware of Battle Royale, due to the different demographics the respective books are targeted towards. Today’s teenage females are unlikely to have heard of this concept back around the turn of the millennium. In fact, Collins herself denies having ever read the book. I am not going to call her an outright liar, but the ten-year difference and glaring similarities between the two works do call her claims into suspicion. Nevertheless, it is objectively clear which of these two exceedingly similar works is the winner. And let me give you a hint: it’s not the newcomer.
I went to a Gamestop to turn in a Playstation 2 slim that I had put towards a full preorder of Bayonetta for my brother to go with the 360 I bought him.
I noticed this raggedy looking kid that was poking around, looking real excited, and he turns to his mom, who’s wearing a grey sweatshirt with cigarette burns and grey sweatpants, obviously super poor. The kid goes “Oh wow, mom, look how cool this one looks!” and he picks up a copy of Gitaroo Man, for the PS2. I was pretty impressed, because that’s probably my second favorite game of all time.
His mom says, pretty gruffly, “That don’t look like it’ll fit in your Gameboy. That’s what we came here to get.” I guess they were Christmas shopping early. It made me kinda sad because the kid looked to be maybe 9 or 10, and he didn’t believe in Santa anymore. The kid looked kinda sad and put it back, then started staring at which GBA game he wanted.
I’ve been pretty depressed for the last couple weeks, but I was kinda happy that this was something I could do something about. So, I did. I turned around and bought the copy of Gitaroo Man, Metal Gear Solid 3 and Gungrave: Overdose (some of my favorite games) then I handed him the bag full of everything, the PS2, the two controllers I had with it and the games. He looked at me and asked why I did and told him, “Because Santa sent me.” And then I looked up at his mom and his mom was crying, and that made me cry, and I left Gamestop a blubbering mess.