He was emotionally exhausted. He needed something fast, stupid, and loud. Half-Minute Hero was a manic parody of RPGs—each level lasted exactly thirty seconds. You played a Hero who had to reach a boss and save the world before a timer ran out.
He scrolled back to the main menu of the PSP. The list of .iso files stared back: Jeanne d'Arc (the weight of a martyr's love for her country), Lumines (a puzzle game with no love story, but the blocks fell in hypnotic pairs, joining and dissolving to a trance beat—a more honest metaphor for romance than most), Patapon (a rhythm game where you commanded an army of eyeballs by chanting "Pon-Pon-Pata-Pon"—the love was duty, the beat was the chain). Game Sex Psp Iso
He didn't load another game. He turned the PSP over in his hands. The screen reflected his own tired face. He realized the most complex relationship he'd been navigating wasn't with Aerith or Yuuki's boyfriends. It was with his younger self. He was emotionally exhausted