(24: That’s crazy bro)
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When the ship docked on the island, many questions previously lingering at the back of his head were answered.
Do you know how Disneyland build it’s parks?
Scratch that, do you play any video games? Specifically, open world video games.
Have you ever had moments, where, the narrative world being portrayed to you, is inherently, unmistakably, completely different from the actual world you explore?
An empire with billions and billions of loyal brainwashed citizen? Nope, you can only count to 60 residents at most, and most of them aren’t even natives.
A huge sprawling land of ruins, that narrative wise, takes 10 days to traverse at top speed? Nope, hit sprint—nay, just walk normally and you’ll be out in 2 days in-game time. On foot, by the way.
A mansion belonging to an insanely rich noble family whose daughter of has, ironically, devoid of malice, has the suffix ‘-princess’ in her name given by nearby residents? Nope, just a thin 5x5 hallways in a ‘U’ shape with a small gazebo in the middle. The amount of room you can see doesn’t even exceed one hand.
In a nutshell, forgoing all sarcasm, human capabilities have limits. And the people behind games, comics, and novels, also certainly do. While words hold the advantage of complete imagination, they also require more effort to be exerted to achieve a similar immersion to it’s more visual counterpart.
That’s why a novel that can take 5 hours to finish; it’s life version would take little more than an hour to finish. Even then, it’s mainly because it’s padded by a slow opening, with unnecessarily long battle scenes, and a long sad song played somewhere in the middle that directly consumes 10 minutes of playing time.
Game designers have to consider the capabilities of it’s players’ devices, Comic artists have to consider their own deadline and energy, Producers have to consider budgets.
So, certainly, it’s enough to put as minimal NPCs as possible as to somewhat give birth to the idea of ‘a lot of people’ in the players’ minds. It’s just enough to draw as minimal landmarks as possible as to convey the idea that ‘there’s a lot of things on this island’s.
All for the illusion, that a complete world exist.
Eitou is not sure why he’s so surprised in the first place. He had already experienced this Disneyland Immersion Breaking before. Once. When he first arrived in Namimori.
Let’s make one thing clear, Namimori, is in fact, not a ‘small’ town.
If Namimori is considered a small town, then Tokyo next door should directly kneel down and call him dad.
Namimori is huge, like, larger than the manga or anime makes it out to be. There’s certainly more than one supermarket. There’s certainly more than 4 digits amount of residents. And there’s certainly more than one mysterious mountains completely isolated form the outside world. He’s starting to understand how the cast got lost in there once and had to survive on poisonous mushrooms.
There’s still only 3 middle schools, but much more high schools. And to say there’s only 3? That’s undermining the sheer size of each schools.
Ignoring the All Girls and Private school that Haru and Shoichi Irie go to, the government owned school; Namichuu, is abnormally large. Which, make sense, because with the amount of unexplainable earthquakes that happened with it in the centre, it could only survive by relying on large expanse of school ground.
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