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Threadbare is a “visual” “”novel”” about a martyr exacting revenge on the prophet who foretold her death. Make him pay! Fail upward! Change nothing! Fulfill your awful, awful destiny!

Threadbare features:

The indomitable power of spite, through which all things can be accomplished!  

One-sided(?) tension(??) with the guy you’re doomed to kill!  

The machinations of a deeply stupid meritocracy, which asks “what if we put wealthy art patrons in charge of a communications & intelligence agency?”  

Running errands against your will!  

High effort low art! Low effort high art? Low effort low art. It still took me nine months. And it’s not even done!  

What I can only describe as a slideshow with quicktime events scored by industrial noise metal!  

This guy, I guess !!

Pedestrian traffic lights

There is an unbelievable wealth of art books and educational material that is inexplicably hosted on e-hentai.

A cursory look on my part shows that almost all of this is either translated into english or has been localized. There are animation books by Tezuka. There are just artbooks you can't get anymore. This one, I am told, inspired bloodborne.

Lots of knowledge for you archived before archive.org. I hope you find it useful.

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

This feels like I could trip on that radio and fall right into that water, feeling the crystal waves as I drop in.

And this, a nice stroll down a resort strip, where my sunscreened skin could literally feel cooked if I leaned too close to the tiling.

And then a nice stretch of summer street, wherein you could see your face in the flushed red of that car provided it didn't blind you from its sunny reflections.