#Magna Carta: Tears of Blood

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[boredtechnologist]

"Magna Carta: Tears of Blood" for the PlayStation 2 immerses players in a rich narrative world, following Calintz, the protagonist, on an epic journey across the continent of Efferia. The game delves into themes of adventure, discovery, and personal growth, offering a narrative arc reminiscent of classic adventure tales. This analysis explores the game's themes through the lens of famous adventurers and their journeys, including Sir Richard Burton, Marco Polo, and Amelia Earhart, providing a unique perspective on "Magna Carta: Tears of Blood."

The game's narrative, set against the backdrop of a war-torn Efferia, follows Calintz on a journey filled with perilous quests, unexpected encounters, and revelations. This mirrors the classic structure of an adventure tale, where the hero embarks on a journey into the unknown, encountering challenges that test and transform them. This initial premise sets the stage for a deeper exploration of the game's narrative through the experiences and insights of various adventurers.

Transitioning from the initial setup to a more detailed exploration of Calintz's journey, the game reflects the spirit of exploration epitomized by Sir Richard Burton. Burton's travels to foreign lands and his studies of diverse cultures parallel Calintz's journey across Efferia, encountering new peoples and challenges. The game's mechanics, which involve navigating through different regions and interacting with their inhabitants, reflect Burton's ethos of cultural discovery, emphasizing the importance of understanding and engaging with new environments to progress on one's journey.

Building upon the theme of exploration, Marco Polo's travels offer another layer to Calintz's journey in "Magna Carta: Tears of Blood." Polo's accounts of his travels to China and beyond emphasize the journey of discovery, where each new encounter unveils new opportunities and challenges. In the game, Calintz’s interactions with different characters and factions reveal new quests and narrative threads, deepening the complexity of the story. This dynamic reflects Polo's journey, highlighting the interconnected nature of adventure and discovery, where each step forward reveals new facets of the world.

Adding a contemporary perspective, Amelia Earhart's adventurous spirit offers a final lens through which to view Calintz's journey. Earhart's quests, including her attempt to fly around the world, exemplify the daring and risk-taking nature of an adventurer. In "Magna Carta: Tears of Blood," Calintz's journey similarly involves facing various dangers and embracing risks to achieve his goals. This parallel emphasizes the courage and determination required in an adventure, reinforcing the game's narrative arc of perseverance and progress.

To conclude, "Magna Carta: Tears of Blood" offers more than just a gaming experience; it presents a profound narrative that reflects the themes of exploration, discovery, and personal growth. By drawing on the perspectives of Burton, Polo, and Earhart, the game's mechanics and narrative emerge as a commentary on the multifaceted nature of adventure, from cultural exploration to daring quests. This analysis not only deepens our understanding of the game's narrative but also invites reflection on the broader themes that shape the adventure genre, emphasizing the courage, discovery, and transformation inherent in such journeys.

[akraphe]

workshop #1

1.

Nobody dies intelligently, I used to think. To forfeit time whether by exhaustion of the body or the mind, In exchange for a thirsty gravedigger, a few black suits, and some plot of land ; to choose the anti-future, forced by any hand, hers or yours, and disintegrate deep into the great nothing, knowing very well nobody knows themselves unalive ; why, except by ignorance or incompetence, would grief, like a perpetually moving ocean, be allowed to crash, overpower and overwhelm the mind ? Why else would we want to learn that our pain gets to live forever, while joy eventually dies ?

2.

"Now I am alone" she thought mere seconds ago, familiar wind swaying around her, carrying the smell of paintings lost to flames And corrupt manuscripts of medieval flesh. Waiting for the leap of faith from calm violence to violent calm. It's not her first try. The choice of a personal funeral Lingers frequently on her mind. Now fear and desire pale Next to the question "Will it be my last ? Will the ocean under these hills be Where finally I pass ?"

Suddenly There are no more footsteps on the grass.

3.

People's smell or respect. Her voice telling anecdotes And turning heads. Happy birthday wishes from friends. Detecting irony. The idea of touch and touch itself. Flying business class, And other similar stuff Like dignity or rights. Nicknames. Correct blood Flow. Her friends Interest. Peace, ataraxia, Rest, whatever its name. Ah yes, and long hair, Ready to break bread, And wind's eulogy for her.

It's the inventory of all the things She's lost.

Shooting privilege.

Something's missing. Rage, all the rage, Enough to fill an infinite canvas, Infinite pages or magna cartas.

4.

Who is she ?

I don't know her Any more than you.

Is she a free bird, a departing plane, A falling spit, an empty plastic thread, Like the tears of a cis dude who can't get Erect ? courageous woman, passionate tran, forgotten dog or insect in a box ? Mirza ? Jules ? Léontine ? guerrilla girl or sad Fantine ? lonely weirdo or speaker at the pride ? is she the one that cries or the one that fights ?

She's a master of treason.

5.

She translates texts for the sad few: Poems, essays, secret recipes, fanzines on sex and trans bodies, political manifestos for her beloved lefties.

Care or be cared. Think or be thought of. Be the cure others need.

She shaves heads and slaps backs; sleeps early when we all still dance; knows her way around syringes, needles, comic relief and desperate people.

Arrogantly move on. Unloose your own void. Laugh yourself to sleep.

[crashmcdougal]

Tonight the titty sword game releases and I'm so excited. Stellar Blade's actually been getting great reviews so far, which is great because I thought it'd be dismissed as just a titty sword game.

I've been following Hyung-tae Kim since I first played Magna Carta: Tears of Blood (PS2, 2004), to the MMO+Anime Blade & Soul, to starting his own mobile company, ShiftUp and releasing Destiny Child and NIKKE.

If sales are good, it'll be amazing to see where he and his wife (Jiyun Chae, who also designs many of the characters) will go!

[denble]

Stellar Blade & Hyung-tae Kim

Not FFVII or FF related but since I'm back being a gamer for now, I might as well say something about this matter.

Stellar Blade | Eve

So I just stumbled upon the information of this game a week ago, and thought: "Hmm, that thigh curves look way too familiar."

Then a few days ago, I caught the controversy about Eve (the game's main character) basically being too hot to be real, and got informed that the character designer behind her is Hyung-Tae Kim.

Ah hah!

It was an wonderful moment really. I felt like I just met an old friend whom I've long forgotten to ever exist.

Because you know, Hyung-Tae Kim is no stranger to the hot and sexy character design business. He's been in the business for more than 20 years (I'm surprised that I see nobody mentions this). Back in the 2000s, being gamers and art enthusiasts, I and my friends spent a lot of time talking and admiring his arts and character design (all the while laughed at the man's apparent obsession with big thighs and thigh gap).

Manga Carta - Tears of Blood | Reith

And it's pretty amusing to see that after 20 years, the man's taste remains the same :)))) And don't let him fool you by saying that Eve's 3D model is based on a real model therefore her physique is realistic. I can bet my money that he looked especially for a model with a physique as close as possible to her design on paper.

While the overly-sexy designs is not my cup of tea, Hyung-Tae Kim's use of colors and costume design is something that can water the mouth of every art enthusiasts. It's just... juicy. And judging by the amount of love that he gives to Stellar Blade's Eve design, I'm sure a lot of gamers will enjoy the game just by looking at her alone.

A side note for Magna Carta - Tears of Blood. Among my friends, I was the only one who managed to finish the game. Oh man, the graphic and battle system were pretty good (for an Asian non-Japanese game), but the game play and story became weird near the end.

*SPOILER ALERT*

There was this horrible dudgeon that was just very unpleasant to go through. As soon I was done with it, the game switch to the other party (two groups were approaching the location at the same time) and the game made me go through the dungeon once again :)))) Seriously, what kind of game design is that?

Just before the final battle, the main character lost all his abilities you've had him learnt throughout the game, and then be rewarded with a god-sent skill that basically made the boss fight a cheat.

Oh, and throughout the game, he developed feelings for the main female character. Only that she died, and then he switched to her twin sisters (they both met him when they were children). I really can't remember it is the twin sister that he's always been having feelings for since he was young or what, but it was weird seeing him being lovely dovely with one girl, and the kissed the other by the end of the game.

(and no, it's not like FFVII. Cloud has never been lovely dovely with either Aerith or Tifa pre-Lifestream).

*SPOILER ENDED*

[transgressiveprocess]

The Chosen...

“Squeal piggie…”

Bozo spins, hog-tied to a spit revolving over an open flame… naked save for clown makeup white face, red mouth smeared across the face like cunnilingus during heavy period… a bloody tsunami to the face… flesh sagging as the spit turns, flames flicking at nipples and asshole, the smouldering edges of the Magna Carta as it sticks out of his asscheeks…

He squeals as he cooks… pleasure and pain indistinguishable as he sweats, makeup running… hooded figures watch passively as his limp prick hangs down like shrivelled turkey giblets…

…round and round… stench of burnt hair and sex… fire spits and sizzles as heavy drops of pre-cum trickle into the flames as pubes, grey and wiry, turn to ash…

Round and round and round…

The gong bellows across the darkened room… candles flicker in darkened corners… no faces only masks… true identities exposed as anonymity gives rise to suppressed cravings…

The two robed figures… paying their dues… damp with sweat, excretions of an honest day’s work… robes infused with burnt flesh and history… stop the spit… heave the lumbersome sacrifice from the fire as the flames continue to dance, demanding more, always more…

Dumped on the floor, the crowd gathers around the body, twitching, moaning, as robes open… a procession of cocks, withered and scarred… misshapen from initiation… ritual circumcision of the ruling class… sighs and grunt as prostates swollen and malformed, milked dry for The Tribute, convulse… finally relenting…

Streams of piss… dark yellow to rancid black… pour forth over this wretched creature, rubbery skin fizzling… tiddly cock now erect with relief and arousal… Magna Carta twitching limply in time with sphincter convulsions as the air fills with the unholy aroma of ammonia…

… a figure watching from the darkest recesses…. without illumination or sound emerges… it continues… steady of stream and will… watch impassively until the last drop of has been shed like a final tear…

…the crowd steps back… cocks hanging free, the accidental follow-through dribbling down every other robe… the figure stands over Bozo, his makeup smeared with sweat… looking up… the face of God reflecting in his tear-filmed eyes…

…the robe lifts… the figure squats… her rubberised cunt inches from his face, a bushel of grey pubes… matted with semen as tradition demands… labia majora flap… crumpled and grizzled…

Piggie squeals… cock twitching as a final stream descends upon his face… groans of arousal as ammonia stings his eyes, wide open… a veritable waterfall of bodily waste… mouth open, tongue out… lap it up, piggie…

Oink, oink, oink…

…the chant rises through the halls… makeup runs off leaving nothing but the face… the one for the respectable classes… the hard-working masses… the ravenous, gluttonous mob baying for the blood of The Other… insatiable… irresistible… undeniable…

Oink, oink, oink…

Bozo… transformation nearly complete… grunts and squeals and writhes… seared cock head rubbing against stone slabs… right of passage… part of history… pre-cum mixing with all that came before him…

Oink, oink, oink…

The stream stops yet the figure remains… flaps wet, feet marinating in warm yellow puddles…

Eyes reddened… burning with purification… he looks up, opened mouth in wonder… watching the divine anal sphincter of The Anointed begin to twitch and spasm…

Gasp of wonder as the Holy Hole distends… a solitary brown eye opening… a creature of the depths awakening… The Anointed howls as her asshole stretches wider and wider… two clawed hands, fingers long and crooked emerge… pulling asscheeks open from the inside… rectum torn as the foul beast emerges… blood and shit dripping from gaping wound to the gaping mouth… rancid bodily fluids sliding down paralysed necks as forked tongue flicks in the air…

Oink, oink, oink…

The robes flapping furiously as aged cocks are beaten… aroused by ceremony… pricks corralled by arthritic hands… holy stimulants flowing through failing bodies… the creature emerges… hangs from The Anointed… claws dug into asscheeks… anal cavity completely voided… hangs, waiting… waiting… tongue flicking over scorched nipples…

Oink, oink, oink…

Oink, oink, oink…

Oink, oink, oink…

A final squeal as distended testicles… twisted and bloated… finally release… cock twitching as foul seed spurts forth across the slabs… piss and shit and blood and cum congeal…

Oink, oink, oink…

The creature howls… tongue flicking through the yellow, brown, red, white globules… flashing deftly… smudging and smearing… a Union Jack … from the excretions of The Worthy… emerges on the stone slab as moans rise… patriotic ejaculations across The Chosen as the creature finally descends… easing down through The Chosen’s opened mouth… lubricated by blood… by shit… by breeding…

A wet thud as The Anointed collapses to the ground… her unprepared face cracking dully on the stone… all part of the tradition…

Two robes moves the unconscious body… two move to release The Chosen…

He raises… stretches… every bone clicks as if snapping… spine twisting into unhuman contortions… as He settles into His new home, the chosen flesh suitable for the bloodthirsty, insatiable electorate of The Pure...

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Calintz from Magna Carta: The Phantom of Avalanche

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Carian Lora - Magna Carta: Tears of Blood

[zaruba-needslove]

Heh...

But of course, Serina would've had some issues about people treating her as a replacement for her sister...

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Today’s trap of he day is Azel from the video game Magna carta tears of blood

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Carian Lora from Magna Carta: Tears of Blood