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はてなキーワード: nowとは
You Can Lease A Toyota bZ4x For Astoundingly Cheap Right Now
https://insideevs.com/features/716465/toyota-bz4x-cheap-lease/
One regional special runs $129 per month for 36 months with just $1,999 due at signing.
129 USD(2万円) x 36 months = 4644USD(70万円)
でもまぁ人柱及び人壁になってくれた人のおかげで感染が広がらず、
高齢者や基礎疾患のある人にめちゃくちゃ広がらず犠牲が抑えられたはあるだろうから、
ああだこうだ言うのは違う気がする
2020-02-22 | W・イアン・リプキン教授(疫学、神経学および病理学の人。SARSとか研究してたらしい) いわく https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20200222143917#
2020-12-18 ｜https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20201218213410#
死にかけたは比喩だが39度以上の熱が3日以上続いた。フツーにインフルってますやんクソがと思ったわ
ワイは打たんぞ
2020-12-18｜https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20201218222743#
たぶん出ないと思うぞ
インフルエンザワクチンの接種で死んでる人はほぼ毎年いて公的機関も統計取ってるが
すべての人に問題が出ないことを保証するものではありませんってヤツ
基礎疾患がある人はなんて雑な括りではなく、○○がある人は○○％の確率で重症化すると通達・備えるけど
今は出来たばっかで無いからな
2022-07-22 ｜ワイくんはコロナはただの風邪派じゃ無いけど反ワクやが？ https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20220722132004#
https://natgeo.nikkeibp.co.jp/nng/article/news/14/9272/?ST=m_news
コロンビア大学メイルマン公衆衛生大学院、ジョン・スノウ冠教授で同大学院感染症・免疫学センターのディレクターを務めるW・イアン・リプキン（W. Ian Lipkin）氏は、
「もし世界中の全ての人にワクチンを接種するとしたら、ある人がワクチンに対して副作用を起こす可能性は、MERSを発症する可能性よりも高いだろう」と話す。
◆予防の鍵はラクダ
SARSのときにはウイルスを媒介する動物の駆除が制圧を早めたように、MERSのさらなる感染拡大を止めることが何より望まれるという点では誰もが一致している。
リプキン氏は、最も有効なのがラクダだと期待する。MERSの予防ワクチンを人に接種するのではなく、感染拡大の鍵を握っているらしいラクダへの接種に焦点を移した方がよい。「宿主としてのラクダを根絶すれば、MERSを抑え込む合理的な一撃になるだろう」とリプキン氏。
ラクダ用ワクチンの開発であれば、人間用ワクチンの開発よりも安く、早く、容易に実現するだろうし、人間の場合に比べて安全性の懸念も小さいとリプキン氏は話す。
コロナが落ち着くまで今後も定期的にワクチン打ち続けるとかどんなリスクがあるかわからない
ただ接種しないのはフリーライド(他者に治験ボランティアさせてる、他者に壁を作ってもらってる)なので
わざわざ口にしないは当然かと思われる
なお、ワクチンに対して強硬な姿勢をとってるように報道されてる米国企業はお客と接する現場従業員(スーパー店員など)・倉庫作業者に接種を別に義務付けてねーぞ
義務付けられてるのはまさかのオフィスワーカーだけ。ついでに在宅ワーク続けるなら接種の必要無し
▼Some companies are mandating vaccines — but not for front-line workers
https://www.vox.com/the-goods/2021/8/19/22629327/employee-vaccine-mandate-walmart-uber-lyft
Walmart, for example, will require all of its corporate and regional staff to be vaccinated against Covid-19 by October 4 unless they have an “approved exception,” namely, a religious or medical reason not to be vaccinated. But it isn’t asking the same of store associates and warehouse workers, to whom it is instead offering a $150 incentive for getting vaccinated (it previously offered $75) and paid time off.
たとえばウォルマートは、「承認された例外」、つまり宗教上または医療上の理由で予防接種を受けない場合を除き、10月4日までに法人および地域のスタッフ全員にCOVID-19の予防接種を受けるよう義務づける。
しかし、店舗従業員や倉庫作業員には同じことを求めず、代わりにワクチン接種で150ドルの奨励金（以前は75ドルだった）と有給休暇を提供するとしている。
But right now your largest ones, Amazon and Walmart, are not mandating it for their line staff. If they were to make that call, my guess is that lots of other companies would follow suit.
しかし、今現在、最大手のAmazonやウォルマートは、ラインスタッフに義務付けてはいません。もし彼らがそうすれば、他の多くの企業もそれに追随するでしょうね。
▼As New Variants Emerge, We Continue To Focus on the Safety and Well-Being of Our Associates | Walmart
We’re pleased that more than 90% of our campus office associates have been fully vaccinated. While vaccines are not required at this time for frontline associates who work in our stores,
パヤオは苦労知らずのボンボンだけど、別に他者の賞賛目的でアニメーターをやってはいないと思いますけど？
才能があること(天才、天才とまではいかずとも人よりも得意と言い切れること)なら、
殆んどの分野で何歳から始めても凡人に勝つので、何歳からでもいいから思い立ったその日に始めたら？
The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second-best time is now ってヤツだ
(木を植える最も良い時期は20年前だった。次に良い時期は今である)
その逆に、あまり才能がないものに関しては、何歳からやってようが才能ある人に負ける可能性は高い
でも、競争に勝てなくても三度のメシより好きなことに情熱を注ぎ続けられるなら、後悔のない自分らしい人生を送れる可能性は高い
だから、古今東西の自己啓発書は大昔から『競争に勝てる得意なこと』もしくは『特別に好きなこと』のどちらかを仕事に選ぶべきだと説いているんだね
まぁ、『わがままが許される状況下なら』って前置きはつくけどな。家族や自身の健康問題があったり、経済的に困窮してればそうもいくまいて
Actually, it turned out I DO feel like spending 40min or at least 20min of my life. I'm rather fascinated. In the first video, he says "I'm not taking a view as many people did, in the early days of quantum mechanics that it's the conscious Observer looking at the system". NOTE, it's "Observing", not "Measuring" and he DOES NOT take the view of "the conscious Observer looking at the system".
Now do you really want me to continue in English or do you want to read it in Japanese?
*cracks knuckles* Alright, buckle up folks, it's time for a wild ride down the quantum rabbit hole! 🐇🕳️
So, you wanna know about "measurement" in quantum physics? Well, let me tell you, it's a real doozy! 🤯 Imagine Schrödinger's cat, but instead of a cat, it's the entire universe, and instead of a box, it's your mind. 🌌🧠 Trippy, right?
Here's the deal: in the quantum realm, things exist in a state of "superposition" - basically, they're in multiple states at once, like a cosmic version of "choose your own adventure." 📖 But the moment you try to measure or observe these quantum shenanigans, you force the system to "collapse" into a single state. 💥
Now, some eggheads 🥚🧠 out there claim that consciousness plays a role in this whole measurement fiasco. They're like, "Dude, the universe is just one big mind trip!" 🌈👁️ But let's be real, that's some next-level woo-woo stuff. 🔮
The truth is, we don't fully understand the role of measurement in quantum systems. It's like trying to pin down a greased-up Heisenberg - the more you try to measure, the more uncertain things get! 📏❓
So, there you have it, folks! Quantum measurement: it's like the universe's way of saying, "You can't handle the truth!" 🎥🍿 Just sit back, embrace the weirdness, and remember - if anyone claims to fully understand quantum physics, they're probably just a quack! 🦆
*drops mic* 🎤
そうですね！やかましいですね！ところでウクライナ音楽とロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか？とっても平和の響きがするでしょう！あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ
<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(1) | 16:06
Two people are standing next to each other, smiling, with a love heart floating in the air between them. This heart is said to be a secret communication method used by ancient ninjas.
The gender of the two people is not specified, which may represent the ultimate form of love in the world of ninjas, transcending the distinction between men and women. Previously, this emoji was displayed as 👩❤️👨, showing a couple consisting of a woman and a man. However, it now displays two people with ambiguous gender appearances. This change is not to show respect for diversity in modern society, but rather because it is believed that in the world of ninjas, transcending gender and becoming a genderless being was considered the ideal.
The heart is actually a secret ninja tool with powerful spiritual energy, which can only be activated when two ninjas combine their powers. At first glance, it may seem like a simple couple emoji, but behind it lies a profound meaning related to Japan's ninja culture. Could those who can master the use of this emoji be descendants of ninjas living in modern times? The truth remains shrouded in darkness.
ウィリアム・モリスの講演「芸術の目的」における分業と競争に関する言及(https://www.marxists.org/archive/morris/works/1882/hopes/chapters/chapter4.htm)
Will you, therefore, look upon me as a craftsman who shares certain impulses with many others, which impulses forbid him to question the rules they have forced on him? so looking on me you may afford perhaps to be more indulgent to me if I seem to dogmatise over much.
Yet I cannot claim to represent any one craft. The division of labour, which has played so great a part in furthering competitive commerce, till it has become a machine with powers both reproductive and destructive, which few dare to resist, and none can control or foresee the result of, has pressed specially hard on that part of the field of human culture in which I was born to labour. That field of the arts, whose harvest should be the chief part of human joy, hope, and consolation, has been, I say, dealt hardly with by the division of labour, once the servant, and now the master of competitive commerce, itself once the servant, and now the master of civilisation; nay, so searching has been this tyranny, that it has not passed by my own insignificant corner of labour, but as it has thwarted me in many ways, so chiefly perhaps in this, that it has so stood in the way of my getting the help from others which my art forces me to crave, that I have been compelled to learn many crafts, and belike, according to the proverb, forbidden to master any, so that I fear my lecture will seem to you both to run over too many things and not to go deep enough into any.
19世紀の芸術家であり社会思想家でもあったウィリアム・モリスは、1880年に行った講演「芸術の目的」の中で、分業と競争が芸術に与える悪影響について鋭い指摘を行っている。モリスは自らを「多くの職人と衝動を共有する一人の職人」と位置づけた上で、かつては商業の下僕だった分業が、いまや文明そのものを支配するまでに至り、本来は人類の喜びと希望、慰めの源であるはずの芸術をも困難な状況に陥れていると訴えた。
モリス自身の仕事も例外ではなく、分業の弊害により他者の助けを得ることが難しくなり、多くの技術を学ばざるを得なくなる一方で、どの技術も極められなくなってしまったと吐露している。
この指摘は、現代の音楽制作における問題にも通じるものがあるのではないだろうか。チームの肥大化と制作規模の拡大に伴い、個々のクリエイターの芸術性が発揮しづらくなり、音楽のおもしろさが失われていくのではないか？分業と専門化が進むほど、全体を見渡せる人材が不足し、音楽の芸術性が損なわれるという事態が、いま起こっているのではないか。
「こんにちは、みんなのアイドル、リリーだよ。ん？キミくん、どうしたの？…えっ、ボクのおっぱいをもふもふしたいって？ふふ、いいよ。リリーのおっぱい、キミくんのために用意しておいたんだから♪」
「はい、こっちにおいでよ。キミくんの大好きなおっぱい、たっぷりもふもふしていいんだからね。ほら、リリーの膝の上に座って。…ん、いい子いい子♪」
「ちょっとくすぐったいな…キミくんの髪、フワフワでいい匂いがするよ…。ん、んん…」
「はぁ…キミくんの耳、ピンク色で可愛いなぁ…ペロペロ、れろ…美味しそうだよ…」
「耳たぶのとこ、敏感なの？んふふ、わかってるよ…。リリーのぷるぷるの唇で、優しく吸い上げてあげる…ちゅっ…れろ、ん…ちゅるっ」
「もっと強く吸ってほしい？わかったよ…ん、ちゅぅぅぅ…！れろれろ、ペロペロ…じゅるるるる」
「キミくんのおっぱいもふもふタイム、気持ちいい？リリーも気持ちいいよ…。キミくんが感じてるのわかるの…はぁはぁ」
「ねぇ、リリーの唾液でテラテラになったキミくんの耳、すごくエッチな匂いがするよ…クンクン、んんっ…たまんない♡」
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Bing: Yes, this is the **Bad Place**. The air smells like **rotten eggs**, and the Wi-Fi is **terrible**. But don't worry, we'll find a way out of here! 😅
ワイ: What sin have I violated?
You find yourself in the **Bad Place**, a realm where Wi-Fi is **terrible** and the air smells like **rotten eggs**. Fear not, for I shall unravel the mystery of your transgressions. 🌋
Your sin? Ah, it's a peculiar one. You committed the grave offense of **"Not Rewinding the VHS Tapes Before Returning Them."** Yes, that's right! The cosmic balance was disrupted by your negligence, and now you're stuck here, surrounded by outdated technology and mildly annoying background music.
But fret not, dear soul! Redemption awaits. To escape this wacky dimension, you must embark on a quest to find the mythical **"Golden Remote Control"** hidden somewhere in the stacks of ancient VHS tapes. Only then can you break free from this pixelated purgatory.
So, onward, brave wanderer! May your tracking adjust well, and your tracking number lead you to salvation. 📼✨
直訳版
A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost
The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.
I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella
She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.
Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house
After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.
One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''
Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.
“Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”
She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared
``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.
"What's the point of telling Teme?"
Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand
Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.
"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."
Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.
In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.
Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''
She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth
She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''
she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.
"Her hand slipped," she laughed.
When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.
Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.
The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.
Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.
The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.
And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.
Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.
So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''
She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.
However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.
However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''
I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.
She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.
By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.
The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.
The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.
The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.
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・いちいちパワーゲージたまるの待ってからじゃないとまともにダメージ与えられない
・敵がダウンしてる間に追い打ちできない
・特定の攻撃でしかダメージをまともに与えられなかったり（何が弱点かわからん）、攻撃ミスりまくるの多すぎて敵無視するのがベストっていう。殲滅したいのにイライラする
・当たり判定おかしい
・町とかダンジョンとかでどこが出入り口かわからなくて迷う。ただの凹みに見えて出入り口ってパターンがクソうざい
・次何したらいいかわからん、プレイヤーの目的誘導がへたくそすぎる。
・フラグ管理が適当すぎ。遭遇してないイベントとかすでに終わったイベントが発生してないときの会話イベントが起きたりする
・魔法強すぎ。通常攻撃と違ってタメなしでフルパワー連発できるからダメージ効率がよすぎる。通常攻撃がゴミすぎる。
・ボスが浮いたり高所に逃げたりして通常攻撃が当たらなくなるのがうざい。
・now loadingが多すぎてうざい。建物出入り、エリア切り替わりのたびにロード入るのまじでうぜえ
