Home sweet Japan Home.

I love Japan. I love pretty much all things Japanese. I am a Japanophile. So I wanted to see what the Japanese version of PS3  Home looked like. Now, I know there’s a way to region hop (to go from one region such as the US server to another… say the Japan Server) but its complicated and my written Japanese is so bad as to make the social elements of Home useless. So, I am relegated to tourist. You know the stereotype of the Japanese tourist? Bad shirts and hats, big cameras permanently affixed to their face, snapping pictures at everything and saying “ah so! ah so!” Well, that’s me in Japan. For the record I didn’t region hop, I just made a new account with Japan as the region. Easy to do and free! I’ve been going back and forth a bit. I like to see the differences and drool at the awesome clothes. So I was on last night and guess what they have that we don’t? BEACH BLANKETS!

Yes, not only do they have blankets, there is also outdoor furniture (which you can buy) and a beautiful little seaside cabana (pictured in the distance) where you can get married. Theres an altar and priest and everything… Quiet Beautiful.

Incidentally, I had mentioned to a friend that I had dragged with me that the reason the Americans don’t get blankets is because everyone would be dry-humping each other silly. He lol’d and proceeded to perform various acts upon not only my avatar but the unsuspecting Japanese. Kinda his version of Pearl Harbor I suppose. As much as I love the Japanese server and its differences I totally understand the need to keep the regions separate. Just as I’m sure the Japanese would be somewhat mollified by our conduct here, we as Americans would be just as horrified by the Europeans. So, until my Japanese improves dramatically I will be relegated to the position of tourist/spy.

Hello. Goodbye. I have no keyboard.

Well, I’ve done it. I’ve restarted the blog! “Woot!” you say? So say we all.

If you don’t know what a “woot” is well then you are probably better off somewhere else. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you what it means, It’s just that I don’t want to tell you right now. Furthermore, everything else in this blog will be sprinkled with a healthy dose of Nerdish. That’s the way it is, it can’t be helped.

So with that warning tucked firmly in your petard, let me introduce myself. I am Battle Oji (pronounced O Gee) I can be found primarily on the Playstation 3 @home. What started off as a quick break from MW2 has become an obsession. It started off just walking around lost, like most noobs. It has grown into a daily activity… I’ve made and lost some really good friends. Purchased way to much clothing and most importantly, talked to people with drastically different views of the world.

I have to digress here a moment… I don’t know who worked on the faces or the breasts of the girl avatars, but they might want to go to Nerd/man/art school or better yet… take lessons from the guys that did that avatar butt. It’s really fantastic. Just walking around is like art. She even has those little dimples that are so attractive on a woman. Sigh, I’ve been playing for a while now and I still like to walk around slowly… just to watch. Yes, I am a perv, but I am a self-contained perv, so its okay!

Now, here’s the deal with me being a girl avatar. Girl avatars are %1000 better than their male counterparts in both design and style. Why would anyone want to be a guy avatar? I have no idea… But I do know that despite my outward appearance I have no intention of ever, ever having “internet sex” with anyone. I don’t want a pretend Boyfriend/Girlfriend. I don’t want to trade pics with you and I’ve just decided that if you send me yours I’m gonna post it here… and make fun of you. Well… make more fun of you.

I know its only “a game”  but I’ve really grown accustomed to my alter ego, she occupies a part of my mind that gives her more depth then she should have. I’ve got a crush on my own avatar, how weird is that?  She’s great! At this point she, more than I, is Battle Oji.