Comic talk: Persepolis

A few years ago I happened to stumble upon a comic with a beautiful red cover and a really intriguing title: Persepolis. So naturally when I first picked it up I was expecting ancient Persian stories in the form of a comic. What I got however was very different but not less interesting. The story follows a little girl through the changes in the Iran thought the Iranian Revolution. To be honest until this story I was unaware of the political state of the country as I always thought it was a strictly religious country.

It’s not only the historical part of the story that makes it interesting. The point of view is that of a little girl and the comic is written taking that in great consideration. The writer is actually the protagonist so this makes it even more realistic. There is cruel realism in this comic and many personal sad stories but what is also present, all the time, is the hope and the fantasy of a child as well as the revolutionary nature of a teenager.

All in all it is the growing up of an everyday girl in an not everyday environment.   

Story time Sunday

Of course how could I forget, or maybe... could it be that my brain could be affected?
I looked at the man right in front of me and shivered at the idea that I could become like him. Would my eyes become red like his? What about my skin? Would it start to peel off as well? And most of all ; would I become a slave to her? Just waiting to die serving her?

-Don't be afraid, he said.
I stopped thinking for a while and looked at his distorted face. He took the cloth off of my mouth and let me talk. I stayed silent for a while, so he said;
-Where you, and this team of "Clean-ones" or whatever you call yourselves, see destruction we see love and understanding. You might not be able to see but we all live blissfully. She is our ruler and ever since she gave us her gift, our life has greatly been improved.
-But why can't you see it? You are all going to die and that little bastard is the one responsible.
-If you could only see, the truth, her gift, you wouldn't be afraid of death as much.
-Oh, really? Is this why you offer people to her, is this why you burn the ones that resist her? You are sick.
-Your tone is giving me a headache and I need to concentrate, he said and putted the cloth back on my mouth.
I accepted then, there was noway I could talk sense into him. But he was alone and her guards hadn't been alarmed yet. Judging from the appearance of his leg, rotten and dead, I could easily outrun him as well. If I could only get out of these ropes.
- OK, then let's begin.
He took a blood sample and continued his work. I searched for my things, and then I checked the ropes he had used. If I could only have his knife. It was lying next to him, as he would often pick it up and cut something I couldn't see. An idea came to my head. I struggled and muffled to try and get his attention. He noticed.
-Are we going to keep up this conversation of how big a mistake I'm making?, he asked.
I nodded no.
-Good, he said and took off the cloth.
-I need to go to the toilet.
He looked at me suspiciously.
-Wait here I'll bring a bucket.
-What? No, please let me go to a real toilet.
-No, he said and left
I quietly started moving towards the knife, praying he would take his time to find this damned bucket. I hold my breath while cutting the ropes. I run upstairs and when I was up my eyes met his. He started shouting but I couldn't make out what he was saying as I started running like the devil himself was chasing me. 

Series of the month: Firefly

Firefly isn’t a series I discovered recently; in fact I haven’t watched in about a year now probably. What it is however is a series that sticks to your brain and gives you that annoying habit to compare it to every other series you watch.

Videogame Tuesday: Amnesia, the Dark Descent

Amnesia was my first ever Horror game, and I can safely say it is the perfect game to introduce someone to that genre of videogames. Playing Amnesia I finally got my faith in the Horror genre restored. I really dislike Horror films, but I absolutely love the genre in books. Until this game I would have never thought Horror could be successfully used in videogames.

Top 10 reasons to play more videogames

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I am honestly getting tired of people saying that videogames are bad for you, so in answer to all of those articles out there that claim that I am violent and socially isolated because of my favourite hobby, here are 10 reasons to play more videogames:

Getting excited over…

There are a few new exciting things coming in a couple of days: videogames and movies that look really interesting. Here is what is coming in a few days so that you can keep your notes and get excited over them.

Story time Sunday

 I have always been into stories. Since I remember myself I remember making up stories and books and getting inspired by my favourite writers. Lately I needed a little bit of a push to help me keep going and thought I might as well share my stories here, with you and you can be my judges. This way I feel motivated as well as be judged by others. So I’ll try to write as often as possible.

Here it is:

It is common knowledge that the nature of human is greedy. Everybody knows it and yet no one ever admits it. Do you know why? No? Because they don’t want to, they believe as long as they don’t say it, it isn't true. They believe, no, they hope, they can keep silent long enough to fix themselves. Become purely good creatures. They don’t want to admit how they feel, what they would really like to do…

Oh, if they only accepted it, they could work with it, truly try to be something that works. But it was in the nature of the human being to admit that he or she is wrong. They would only do it if they had no other choice. But on the other hand, who could blame them? If you admit that you are wrong in most human societies you end up banished from them or locked in a cell if not worse.

He turned towards me. His face looked like that of a man that had witnessed the world burn. That’s probably because he HAD watched the world burn. Suddenly I remembered why I was here. I remembered who the man before me was. Surely, how could I forget?

 Everything began with that conference of genetics in Rome. I remember it clearly.

My life was about to change at large, our team had come up with an important substance for a hyperactivity medicine. That was, at least what the doctors of the team supported. I was in the public relations team so I didn't really care whether the doctors had actually come up with something or not. All I cared for was to persuade the investors to buy our medicine. If only I had listened to them, get them to explain the consistency of their medicine, maybe I could do something about my current situation. I remembered how all of the doctors of our team seemed ecstatic with their new drug and had amazed everyone in the conference room, until a little girl with red pigtails came to the room from the other team of doctors. I remember them talking and then yelling, I think some of our doctors said that what they were trying to do was unethical and completely impossible. I remember a mask being passed to all of us except from one doctor of their team. We all wore them and then watched the impossible happening right in front of our eyes. The girl was vaccinated with a clear vaccine and then looked at the doctor and ordered him to cut get a glass of water for her and then fall off the window. We looked shocked as the man did everything and got himself by the brim of the window. The girl was ordered to stop. I remember she looked at us with the calmest eyes I have ever seen in a child. And then panic was everywhere I remember everyone running to the windows and falling off, I was the only one that survived, I couldn't understand why then. I remember the girl being really surprised when I wasn't following her orders. I remember her yelling at a doctor to kill me and him walking towards me. I panicked and run towards the exit. Towards the light of the sun out of that room that seemed to have come straight out of a nightmare.