är den här killen ett exempel på medborgares rätt att säga ifrån, eller är han vad man brukar kategorisera som ett psykfall?

eftersom polisen onekligen har problem att ta fast mannen, vill vi att andra medborgare ska kliva in och 'fixa' problemet?

om dem skall 'fixa' problemet, skall dem göra det den våldsamma vägen eller arbeta för att mannan återigen ska kunna integreras i samhället?

a tribute to mr Potter

every saturday there is a swing party here in Tokyo. today it was C-Jam. a very well arranged event, and I must say it's my favorite of the lot.

there are several people in the staff, but I would like to give one certain someone of them a little extra credit: Shawn Potter, aka the Tokyo Lindy Sensei (I dubbed him that just a couple of minutes ago).

a couple of weeks ago I talked to him about his view on dancing as a phenomenon, and even though I really can't retell what he said to me I can still remember the amazement I felt after the talk. it wasn't that he'd said anything new or revolutionary, but the way he'd made it all sound so natural in some way I don't know.

that was the same day that he'd taught me the basics of Balboa. he's a good teacher - equal parts skill, pedagogue, humor and everything else that is important but that I can't remember writing this.

tonight I filmed him while he took to the floor, and here's the result:

might not mean much, but I like the guy. wish he'll turn up at Herräng as a teacher so that I can learn more from him then.

by far värsta med japan so far

I just came up with a reason to hate the japanese...

the kanji for woman looks like this: 女

the kanji for cheap looks like this: 安

the kanji for cheap depicts a woman under a roof.

I will say that again:

the kanji for cheap depicts a woman under a roof!

our teacher gave us the explanation that women who stay at home have a lot of time to browse commercials for great offers. say what?! how are we ever going to get an equal society if one of the most basic kanji tells you that women should stay at home, taking on the role as a housewife?

or why not make an even more obscure connection: the women kanji make out one part of the cheap kanji, can't that be interpreted as 'women are cheap'? just sayin'.

no wonder this country is so far behind on gender equality...

effektiv fingerträning

it's sort of interesting, cause since I came here the average length of the mails I write to people have increased considerably. that's nice, cause' more content sent also means more content recieved once the recipient replies. more content often means more interesting content to, at least in this case.

I was sort of nervous that I would lose contact with a lot of people, moving here. but that really hasn't been an issue. everybody knows where I am and how to get in touch with me, and it works out really good. thank God for that.

I wonder how many words I write every day though... there's a couple, to say the least. my speed's increased to, especially in english, which feels good.

my stay here also proves that I'm not a total slave to technology. almost two months without a cellphone and I feel fine. sure, I now have to put a bit more of an effort into planning. but that's not as big an issue as it could be, really.

why don't you try that at home? living without a cell for week? I promise to bake a cake for everyone who manage to do it :)

lovely weekend followup: another lovely weekend!

this has been a long weekend. literally.

I don't know if it's coincidence, but during my time here we've had as much as three extended weekends. that is: monday of as well, thus extending the weekend by one day. probably coincidence, but damn appreciated coincidence, if you ask me!

this saturday there was a big lindy hop event in the Ikspiari (pronounced experie), a club situated just beside Tokyo Disneyland. there was a live band playing, and more or less every lindy hopper in Tokyo would attend. surely I couldn't miss that, eh?

problem: dress code.

I've got no clothes appropriate for this kind of event here! in Sthlm, yeah, sure, I could make that. but here? no. I had to put my faith in shopping.

said and done, I went to Tokyo (and now you're thinking "but you're in Tokyo, how can you go to something you're already in?". yeah, yeah, smartyhead. there's a part of Tokyo named Tokyo, that's why.) to check out what kind of cool stores I could find there.


Tokyo seems to be where everyone with to much money goes shopping. okey, that's unfair, but everybody with a more extensive budget than. I couldn't find any appropriate clothes that costed less than ¥40000. that's like 400 dollars. and no way I'm buying a shirt that expensive. sorry, really sorry, but just no. it's almost half my rent, damnit!

so no new clothes and a couple of hours to kill til' appointed meeting with Marcus (swedish guy from last week, y'know) and もも (Momo). what to do? well, why not play tourist for once I asked?

and did.

in many ways Sthlm is a more beautiful town than Tokyo, I have to admit that, but one thing it really lacks in comparison i size.

and please remember boys and girls: this was the 22nd of november.

with these pictures I can also say that it's decided that november in Tokyo most certainly am not the same as november in sweden. I always feel down in november, and that is to say the least. this year, for the first time in many years I've actually enjoyed myself and my life during november. that's one hell of a feat. thanks Tokyo.


after the stroll in the park I met up with the others and we were on our way *gasp* all in all the experience at Ikspiari was a nice one. the band was a good one, and classy (to say the least). though they played to much fast paced music for my taste. really great evening though.

and yes, you can tell I was one of the more underdressed. but I tried to make it up in dancing enthusiasm, haha.

this photo was taken after the party. it's もも to the left and me (obviously) to the right.

it's so funny, cause' when I look at this photo I think I look so much like my grandfathers (on both my mothers and my fathers side). I don't know if anyone agrees with me, but to me it really shows my heritage.

another interesting detail: もも is japanese for peach. I mean: ain't that cute? the name really suits her. it's just perfect.

that's for saturday. sunday I spent playing tourist once more, this time in Yoyogi park. another difference from the day before was that I spent the whole day in company of Marcus and もも.

the weather was terrific and there was a lot of people everywhere in the park (compared to last sunday when it was rather empty, due to the then bad weather). to quote Cayce Pollard: it was precisely as in humlegården a sunny summer day, but it really wasn't.

the most beautiful spot in the park, in my opinion, is in the centre where they have a couple of fountains. mr rainbow seemed to agree upon my opinion as he payed a visit to. I even caught him in a photo, lucky me!

at one time during the afternoon four girls from Osaka had a little gig in front of the fountains. they call themselves Brilliant and I really liked their music, especially the piano and the part it played.

very soft and cute j-pop. will anyone be surprised if I say that I bought their CD? no, didn't think so either...

after a couple of lovely hours spent walking in the park we decided it was time for some dinner so we walked into Harajuku and went to a restaurant serving pizza.

yes. you heard it right.


two months since I ate a real pizza last time, and I've missed it big time. the taste was terrific, but the size was dissapointing - it was the size of a kids pizza in sweden and cost me roughly ¥1500. that's about 125kr! expensive as... yeah. but totally worth it. this once, at least. don't think I'll go back there for as long as I stay here though, haha.

there was a really good atmosphere in the restaurant to, and I don't know for how long we sat there. but once we left もも informed that she had to get going, but me and Marcus stayed. we spent an hour or two walking the shoppingstreaks of Harajuku, the best shoppingstreaks I've walked so far here in Tokyo. but that probably says more about me than the shoppingstreak itself.

one other thing that Harajuku is known for (apart from the shopping) is the crepes they sell there, and man where they good! I had one with cream, strawberrys and chocolate sauce - mmm! I'm so gonne' learn how to prepare those when I get the chance...

the crepe sort of marked the end of the day though and we said goodbye. there are a couple of years difference between me and Marcus, but the guy's young at heart. I'm having such a good time every time we hang out.

oh, wait, did I say end of the day? sorry, it wasn't over. on the train on my way back to where I live I did it again. a really cute girl at least ten years my senior stepped on the train a couple of stations after I did. we made eye contact and didn't break it of as fast as you're 'supposed to' here, resulting in both of us getting really embarassed and almost not daring to look at each other for the rest of the train ride (we sat opposite each other, of course).

when we were approaching my station I scribbled down a note which read "You are really cute. Have a nice day!", planning on giving it to her when I got of the train.

the irony of fate. guess who got of at the same station as I did? altering the now less perfect plan I instead knocked her on the should as she was about to step on the escalator, delivered the note, and walked away - not looking back. and that, my dear readers, was a very hard thing to do. believe my words.

and yes, I realized that she might have a boyfriend, and that she might not know english. but any case is fine! she can check with someone who knows english if she doesn't understand. and she can throw the note away once she's read it and just keep it as a memory, or keep the note itself if she wants it physical. it was only a compliment after all, a written compliment.

and that sort of marked the end of my sunday. really.

monday then...


and yeah, that's about it.

huh? didn't get the context? okey, I'll try to be more thorough:

it has rained the whole day today. I haven't showered, only left the house once to go buy some food, and spent most of the day in front of the computer.

I've reloaded my batteries today. it's as easy as that.

japanese culture at it's best

have a look at this picture.

okey, so I'm indulged to ask the obvious question: what's this?

sorry Jack, but it's certainly not a snowball or anything you can fit into your song. it's totally useful when it's cold outside though.

I refuse to guess as long as you're trying to be funny.



it's a neckwarmer.

well, yeah, that's interesting... NOT!

hold it, hold it, hold it. hear me out. it's more than a neckwarmer. it's a piece of japanese culture!

yeah, because neckwarmers don't exist outside the land of the rising sun...

um, well, as a matter of fact they...

irony. ever heard of it?

ahem, ya, of course...

so why is it a piece of culture?

because of what is written on the sticker.

the same sticker that noone can read due to your poor camera skills, I take it?

um, yeah, I'm raelly sad that the resolution is as bad as it is. but it's the best I can offer.

apology accepted and forgotten. what's on the sticker?

first it says ネックウォ・マ・, which means neckwarmer...

the hair on my back is now standing up and cheering at your excellent attempt at being boring.

and then it says "warm, comfortable, and looks so cute".

say that again.

"warm, comfortable, and looks so cute".

that can't be serious marketing.

but it is.

shit, are these japs out of their minds?

no, just honest. and to some extent not so good at english, I suppose.

agreed. but can't blame them for not trying.

wanna know how much I payed for it?

hit me.


bitch. english, please?

that's like 1 dollar.

those japs are really of our their minds, I'm sure of it now.

not at all! I bought in a きゅじゅうきゅ shop, a 99yen shop. a shop where everything costs 99yen plus 5% consumer tax. that is: everything costs a dollar.

and what do they sell there. apart from... "warm, comfortable, and looks so cute" neckwarmers?

oh, that depends on the shop in question. but often one part consists of candy and cheap fast food while the other part provides cheap stuff for everyday life: pens, tape, stickers, plates, reading glasses, umbrellas - everything that's cheap enough to be in the store.

sounds like a good deal...

sort of is in one way, but not in every way.

as that everything has to be cheap, all food you buy comes in small quantitys...

exactly. meaning that you lose the opportunity of 'big buy' good deals.

and as it has to be cheap, no no-cheap products will be part of the assortment.

yes, there's not a wide range of products. but that's the price you have to pay to fit in, obviously.

and people buys their stuff, so why complain?

I'm not complaining, just pointing it out.

would you have reflected on it if you hadn't been as much into markets as you are?

probably not.

something out of all of these years schooling, at least.

anyhow. really cute piece of japanese culture anyway.

if you say so...


proof that japanese girls are the most beautiful ones there is.

what's up? - wasabi

this has been one of those weekends that has been so good, and it's happened so much, so I don't have the energy (nor the time) to retell it all in detail (however much I'd want to). and to wait a couple of days and tell the story then is not an alternative either, as all the enthusiasm will be gone by then. (proof that you shouldn't wait to update - the quality falls drastically)

so, what have I done this weekend? I slept long and well on saturday, not getting out of bed until half past one to realize that I've gotten myself addicted to coke (and not for the first time, either!). fuck you coffeine!

I went to Tamagawa for Chocolate Shake (a lindy hop social dance) where I met two other swedes who knew each other from before the event, but had no idea that the other one was present in Tokyo at the moment. small world.

social dancing was fun, real fun, and ended far to quickly (as always). on our way to the train station Agnes (a girl worth her own post, which is due to come) told me that she were heading for a club in Roppongi and that I was welcome to join if I dared.

I dared.

well there we met Erik, a friend of Agnes. the club was named Flower and sported two dance floors: one pumping hiphop and the other various kinds of electro. guess where I spent my night.

we arrived at eleven-ish and left six hours later.

during these hours we socialized some, drank some, and danced a lot. early in the night I hooked up with two sweet girls from Nagoya and had a lot of fun dancing with them. they left at 2 am though (or something like that), which made me a little sad...

but fear not! enter the three non-japanese-japanese people! a brit, an american and an african, each with double citizenships. these two guys and gal partied hard, almost as hard as us swedes *wink, wink* and I had a lot of fun with them too!

at 5 am I decided enough was enough. three and a half hour of lindy hop followed by five and a half (effective dancing time) of club sort of payed its toll on me. nine hours, I tell you! nine hours! new high score! (wonder if I'll get an achievement for it, too?)

we went and grabbed a burger at First Kitchen (because McDonalds had started serving breakfast, those basterds) and then started the journey home, something that shouldn't be so problematic due to the fact that all trains had started again (morning traffic).

but yes, of course it was. took me frickin' more than one and a half hour when I normally wouldn't have taken more than three quarters of an hour. *grumble, grumble* why, you ask? some problem with yamanote line that we never understood why (I'm obviously not that good in japanese yet).


got home a quarter to eight and went to sleep shortly thereafter...


...to have my alarmclock go off at ten so that I would have plenty of time to stitch myself up for another lindy hop social dance in Yoyogi park at 1 pm. okey, exaggeration: no stitching needed, but my body was in pain. my legs didn't want to walk properly (so I walked like a drunkard the first couple of hours yesterday. real fun! not.), my shoulders explained to me in a most excruciating way that it was a really bad idea to lift my arms above my head, and my back kept yelling at me that being a hunchback maybe wasn't such a bad idea after all.

but it's just a bodyache. nobody's ever died of that, right?


swingdancing in Yoyogi went well anyway. don't really know how to describe it... it was just all so great!

until it started raining :*(

so we went for some karaoke instead:

fifteen-ish lindyhoppers with not much in common apart from our interest in dancing and the overall good mood - guess what a varied field of karaokesongs that turned into! me, personally, I got myself a go at Basket Case and Hello Tomorrow (the latter being somewhat tricky in the verses, I tell you).

three hours passed in a go, but we still felt we hadn't had enough of each other so we went for coffee (after a quick stop at a ramen shop, yum!).

seriously don't know for how long we sat there talking, I had such a good time! in many ways the perfect way to end an incredible weekend.


oh, man, have I got some catching up to do? shit, shit, shit.


okey, shouldn't exaggerate like that. sry.

we had our mid term exam today, and I think it went rather well. not top of the class, mind you, but it should be enough to pass. I'll keep you posted.

rather proud of myself as I really put an effert into studying for this test, a lot more effort than I use to. went to bed as late as 4am two consecutive days in a row (yesterday and the day before that, that is). it's not that I've learned anything new these last days, but a lot of pieces has fallen into place. not up for conversation with natives yet, but I think I'll get there before I leave - and that feels sort of cool.

after the test I felt that I wanted to reward myself, so I went shopping (how not original ain't that? damn, what Svensson I am). so what did I shop? CDs, of course! (shame on the one who didn't guess that one right). I bought Younhas two latest albums (Someday and SONGS). she's the best, seriously.

I've listened to both of the albums now. SONGS turned out to be a compilation out of which only two were new to my collection, but everything one Someday was new. good record, but a bit to many ballads for my taste. oh, well.

I missed the release of Wrath of the Lich King. and when I say missed I mean missed. like 'what, I had no idea that game existed'-missed. we're talking big time here. people here doesn't seem to play WoW. and if they do I've totally missed it. there's still [big] commercials for GTA4 at various places (even though the game was released more than half a year ago), but I haven't seen one single commercial for WotLK anywhere.

so I must admit that it feels somewhat odd to read about all the cool big events but not being able to get out and look em' up for yourself... extra odd due to the fact that I for sure had worked on this release if I'd been around, but obiously I'm not. talk about being left out.

last note: in the face of the upcoming examination I've spent this week eating cakes. lots of cakes. am damn glad I'll get to dance some lindy tomorrow :)~

all avundsjuka är inte dålig avundsjuka

half past three and I'm tiiired... re-remembered (and re-realized) how fast time flies when you're studying somehting interesting. woosh. six hours gone. and you're like; wtf mate?

so now you know that. news to anyone? guess not. interesting? surely not.

real reason for update:

a couple of my best friends went to Berlin last week, and I obviously couldn't accompany them. and when Daniel uploaded some pictures from the trip tonight (guess it's more like 'today' for you non-japanese readers...) I felt so left out. shit, I wanna' be there with you! I don't want to miss anything as cool as that just because I happen to be on the other side of the world :(

I really envy you guys. hope you had the hell of a time - definitely wouldn't forgive you otherwise!

hur mycket skola ska man ha på en dag?

today one my classmates said something very idiotic in my opinion:

"God, I hate our classes. what they teach us in the course of four hours you could learn in one and a half if you studied it by youself."

so, why don't you? you obviously knew some japanese when you started here too. I didn't, and I think these four hours are really well spent. and maybe you are a fast learner when it comes to languages? not everybody of us are. what? sayin' you got japanese relatives too? no wonder this shit is easy for you.

our mid-term exam is approaching (this friday) and I'm trying to get everything to stick - which is hard due to the lack of glue.

no. sorry.

anyway. what to do? better get back to work.

kore ha bendi desu yo


if you ever need a 'ba-dum-dish'

en halv helg borta, bara sådär

attended a beginners class of balboa today. real fun, but hard. due to the fact that all movements are so small compared to lindy there's less room for screwups - but that's gotta be good training, I guess. someone will have to spend a lot of time doing basic the coming weeks, that's for sure. and yeah, it's definitely a dancers dance, not a viewers dance, if you wondered.

strait to Kamagawa for some lindy social dancing. first time dancing lindy in two weeks, and gosh' how I've missed it. had some real great dances ("allright-this-dance-made-my-day"-dances) and am really glad for that.

dead tired now though. seven hours dancing in one day sure is fun, but my legs tend to get a bit grumpy somewhere along the way.

second day in a row someone's decided that Yama-san is an appropriate name for me after taking notice of my necklace. a bit humorous, imo. but I won't tell them not to; it's a bit more smooth than trying to pronounce my real name (ma-lu-ku-su is the closest you'll come with the japanese vocabulary).

some japanese coming along to. not that I say anything, ever, but I understand fragments of what people say occationally :)

blogga > sova, obv

05:30 and I'm not even tired. just came home from night out in Shibuya.

I hate when this happens: long day, longer night, and when you get home you're not even tired anyway. but you've gotta try to get some sleep, right? that's what they told me when I was a kid, if I remember it right...

nice people tonight. the music was allright (a bit tricky to dance to...). but best of all (almost) was the fact that I was introduced a place where they sell kebab! has really been a while since I ate that, and I've really missed it, haha.

also, ran across the video for the question is what is the question. man, I wanna learn that coreography!

ett gott skratt förlänger livet

fuck, I laughed so much that I cried...

and while we're at it, why not invade the US?

don't know if you enjoyed it as much as I did, but I hope. for in that case I can garantee that you had a good time :P

när man ändå pratar könsroller

this is an article about Magic, a tournament review written by a girl nicking herself Duke.

yes, you heard me right: a girl playing magic and also writing an article about it.

you can guess what a storm of comments that created. all points of view represented.

in the end the discussion narrowed down to why there aren't so many girls playing MTG, when a guy nicked Synneby posted this comment:

"Om det är något som skrämmer bort tjejer från den här hobbyn så är det alla som spelar magic blir helt galna så fort de ser en tjej hålla i ett par kort. Seriöst, tjejer finns över allt. Gör inte en så stor grej av det."

that said, it's our own fault (obviously). sure must say that I long for the day that we, as the homogenous group we are, manage to change this for the better.

vad som dansas till i solens land

a classmate of mine told me today that this song is really popular in all the clubs here.

watcha' think? mind comparing it to this summers in my opinion number one hit?

and yes, I hate it that they expose women the way they do in these videos. seriously one of the things I hate the most about this genre.

softporn should not be as intertwined in a musicstyle as it is with house these days. if people want porn they find real stuff.

prob is, it obviously works. those marketing idiots know their stuff, but I won't resent them less for it. to me this kind of exploitation is just proof that professionals nowadays tend to cut off on ethics in favor for economical gain.

how the f*ck is the world going to survive if everyone was like that? I've been one of em' so I obviously know their train of thought and the shordsightedness of it all makes me sick... shit.

good music though. darn good music.

vardagsfilosofi > sänggång

re-remebering memories previously forgotten must be like tripping on drugs, only cheaper.

explanation: for the last two hours I've been postponing sleep, browsing facebook for pictures of all my friends. doing something like this it becomes apparent that I've met so many interesting, cool and nice people in my life. some of them good friends, some of them more to be considered ex-friends - no matter what the memories stays the same and brings as much joy.

not all memories are good memories, mind you, but they're still a part of you and should thus be as much remembered as the good ones - though differently treated.
good memories should be savored; they bring happiness and that's why you should remember them. basic, but people tend to forget this... (not the least me, mind you...)
bad memories are there to teach you something. life is a great lesson; you learn something new every day, and often it's the bitter lessons that teach you the most...

every person that you've ever met plays a role in the great story that is your life. some minor, some major. some distinctive, some subtle. some friendship lasts forever, and some most certainly not. for good or bad? subjective. it all depends on what you make of it?

savoring good memories and learning from bad is something I haven't been doin' not nearly enough the last couple of years, and question is whether I'll manage to learn the lesson this time around either.

time will tell.

mästerkock pt3

what do you call it? rice boiler? one of those things that makes cooking rice more easy than cutting up bread?

anyhow. we've got two of those in our apartment. yes, two, not one (and no bad jokes about double-barrelled rice cooking here, please), and yours truly has learned have to work those!

result: rice breakfast. rice lunch. rice dinner.


or not.

but really. some rice from time to time at least.

as for plan B in the latest 'master chef' update it all ended with me cooking some pasta an pouring an egg over it. pretty good, actually.

and yes, you guessed it: not much meat for me atm, so eggs will have to suffice for the proteins. next step on the 'make your own food' checklist is to learn how to cook tempura, and thus fixing the proteins problem. but that's a story for another day!

död i rymden

it all started with me reading this which got me a bit interested. then I thoroughly searched youtube for every trailer available. here's one:

this was a week ago, and I quickly spread the word about this cool space survival horror game to everyone I'm aquainted with here in the land of the rising sun. coming this weekend I sat down together with Peter to play it through. first time for me, but second for him as he didn't have the patience to wait until the weekend to play it.

said and done. we've spent this whole weekend eating, sleeping, and playing Dead Space. yeah, we threw in a birthday party for Elias saturday night too. but mostly we've been playing the game, clearing it about 5 am monday morning. which in turn is cool, as we didn't have any school today, monday (you've gotta' love japan for all it's three day long weekend, second one for me (us) so far and we've just been in school for a month!).

with that said I can now pass judgement on the game: good but not exellent. and it's as easy as that.

the game consists of twelve chapters, of which the first two ones are excellent. capturing the everything that you want from a horrorgame. really scaring the shit out of me a couple of times.

and then the game goes from 'scary mindboggling deep space survival horror' to 'massive monstermasher with bad camera but cool weapons'. the story goes into the bin, all the stress moments circles around weather you'll have the time to reload your gun or not while hordes of enemies storm towards you, enemies which look remotely alike every single one of them and even sharing the same movement bios and attackpatterns. the game goes so out of style that you even stop to care weather your support characters get killed or not. it's really sad.

enter chapter eleven. someone at EA HQ comes up with the bright idea that interaction with NPCs might really be a good idea after all and finally lets you do it face to face (after several hours of interaction by radio and videolink. it's not the same, I tell you!). you finally get some information about what's really going on (you've more or less been wandering in the dark up until that point (haha, what a pun...)), and the tempo of the whole game is uppened a little. yeah, there's a gigantic last boss too, as always.

one thing that is really cool though is that the necromorphs (the aliens) have their own alphabet, and whenever you enter an area previously occupated by humans there's always a mix of frantic last breath messages ("infidels!", "they are coming!", "cut of their limbs!" and messages written in this necromorph code.

we stumbled upon a cipher for this code around chapter four or five which we of course copied down on a scrap of paper, and henceforth we stopped to interpret every new alien message we found. here are a couple of examples:
"humans will learn that by death of their worldly spirit they will be reborn in unity as a stronger community"
"unity is forever! death is only the beginning! keep us whole!"
"dont you dare questioning y faith!! believe or die!"
"do not fear death for it is the ULTIMATE JOURNEY a necessary step to NEW LIFE"
"let us be one"
pretty darn spooky, considering the atmosphere the game delivers. a really, really cool detail which made the game so much more enjoyable. but it's just a detail, and not a fundamental basic.

no. good concept. really darn good concept and an excellent start of the game. but then you're introduced to so many hours of grinding that you can't call it a great game however much you want to! the game screams stereotype and it makes me a bit sad due too the fact that it was sooo cool in the beginning of the game.

all in all game developers seem to think that killing of dozens and dozens of alien enemies in dark corridors by yourself is what certifies a game as survival horror. I don't agree. survival horror should be based around the fact that you are dead scared that you won't survive. and you don't have to be alone to feel that... and why not have fever but tougher enemies instead of hordes of those easy-to-kill ones?

to wrap it up: if the manuscript for the whole game had been as good as in the first two levels then this game would have been one of my best gaming experiences in a long while. but they didn't. and it's not. controls, graphics, sounds, weapon upgrades - everything works really good with no big glitches anywhere. but without an interesting story and good level design a great concept won't get you far, sadly.

all this dissapointment is mostly based on the fact that the trailers promised so much and the first two levels made you hopeful that it would keep up, but didn't. Dead Space is not a bad game if you like killing aliens en masse but that's not what I wanted. I wanted survival horror, not alien shooter. why EA, why?

uppdatering, den ni!

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