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Let's Play Umineko no Naku Koro ni - Episode 2 Prologue
Episode 2 Prologue – Becoming Human
At an aquarium in Okinawa...
Two young people in dorky casual wear enjoy a date.
What? “Why are George and Shannon alive?” I have no idea what you're talking about. No member of the Ushiromiya family nor any of its servants have passed away recently. The thought that any of them have is equal parts absurd and vulgar, and I am offended by the suggestion.
No, George, I... I can't speak for Italians but I promise Americans don't.
George is narrating for us now. It seems he's become part of one of those couples, but he doesn't care. He's too busy fawning over Shannon. She's still really fascinated by the size of this aquarium though can we talk about that because DAMN. She says it's like they cut out part of the sea with a giant knife.
Interesting philosophy there, Shannon.
(For some reason I didn't include the episode title at the beginning last time.)
For a guy who's trying so hard to impress his girlfriend, you'd think he wouldn't be wearing a jacket over a jersey and random dog tags.
On the whole they're maintaining a completely obscene level of mushiness in public. It's amazing they're not being pelted with rocks.
The sky is overcast, which makes the view of the sea less impressive. Also, George and Shannon: still unbearable.
At a table nearby, an unhappy middle-aged married couple ask a waiter for the two sharpest knives in the kitchen.
Shannon is much more aware than George is of the class gap between them, as the person on the short end of such gaps tends to be. She's not just a servant, she's furniture. She has to seriously worry about the odds she'll actually get to keep what she has now.
Something that can't happen unless someone takes a great risk, and that can't be sustained if someone involved doubts. I guess that is a lot like magic.
Haha, just kidding! Everybody knows magic isn't real.
Shannon almost sounds like she knows something George doesn't.
That's about as low as she can go on the honorifics scale without her trademark Fukuin House sense of propriety exploding.
Also, this happened.
At a less sappy place and time...
Gosh, this reduction in sappiness isn't fucking around. What's up, Shannon?
Part of being furniture is that one day is indistinguishable from the next. It simply exists, in stasis. Furniture knows nothing of human traits like change or free will.
Or love. Which is why, if furniture wanted to learn of these things, it would have to go to great lengths to become human.
For furniture to become human would be a miracle. A feat of magic.
Something like that would require the aid of a witch.
The shrine that protected Rokkenjima from evil spirits has been defiled. Its power is gone.
At an aquarium in Okinawa...
Two young people in dorky casual wear enjoy a date.
What? “Why are George and Shannon alive?” I have no idea what you're talking about. No member of the Ushiromiya family nor any of its servants have passed away recently. The thought that any of them have is equal parts absurd and vulgar, and I am offended by the suggestion.
No, George, I... I can't speak for Italians but I promise Americans don't.
George is narrating for us now. It seems he's become part of one of those couples, but he doesn't care. He's too busy fawning over Shannon. She's still really fascinated by the size of this aquarium though can we talk about that because DAMN. She says it's like they cut out part of the sea with a giant knife.
Interesting philosophy there, Shannon.
(For some reason I didn't include the episode title at the beginning last time.)
For a guy who's trying so hard to impress his girlfriend, you'd think he wouldn't be wearing a jacket over a jersey and random dog tags.
On the whole they're maintaining a completely obscene level of mushiness in public. It's amazing they're not being pelted with rocks.
The sky is overcast, which makes the view of the sea less impressive. Also, George and Shannon: still unbearable.
At a table nearby, an unhappy middle-aged married couple ask a waiter for the two sharpest knives in the kitchen.
Shannon is much more aware than George is of the class gap between them, as the person on the short end of such gaps tends to be. She's not just a servant, she's furniture. She has to seriously worry about the odds she'll actually get to keep what she has now.
Something that can't happen unless someone takes a great risk, and that can't be sustained if someone involved doubts. I guess that is a lot like magic.
Haha, just kidding! Everybody knows magic isn't real.
Shannon almost sounds like she knows something George doesn't.
That's about as low as she can go on the honorifics scale without her trademark Fukuin House sense of propriety exploding.
Also, this happened.
At a less sappy place and time...
Gosh, this reduction in sappiness isn't fucking around. What's up, Shannon?
Part of being furniture is that one day is indistinguishable from the next. It simply exists, in stasis. Furniture knows nothing of human traits like change or free will.
Or love. Which is why, if furniture wanted to learn of these things, it would have to go to great lengths to become human.
For furniture to become human would be a miracle. A feat of magic.
Something like that would require the aid of a witch.
The shrine that protected Rokkenjima from evil spirits has been defiled. Its power is gone.