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A nerd talks about her favourite characters #2 – Akuma

Hey, we’re back again. This time with a very mysterious, and pretty bad dude, Akuma.

When he first showed his face, or maybe didn’t show his face at all since his portrait was blacked out, Akuma could only be accessed in an iteration of the original Street Fighter II with some dank codes in the character select menu.

Personally I was a little too young for these games so I don’t really know all the details, but I think it’s very specific on what you have to do and when you have to do it to play as him.

Just as well too, the dude is broken as heck! In the early games especially.

Since then, I know Akuma has been a little less devious when it comes to hiding offscreen on character select menus. Take his not-so-hard-to-find appearances in Pocket Fighter and Street Fighter vs X-Men. Just move one along where the rest of the characters stop and oops! There he is.

And eventually he just stopped hiding off the roster and finally managed to just stay with the others. Come on Akuma, I know you’re not exactly the friendliest guy… But it wasn’t that hard, was it?

So, Akuma is a shoto. Basically he fights a lot like Ryu and Ken, right?

So what’s the big deal about this guy?

He always comes packed with air fireballs, which I tend to abuse a bit when I can. Other shotos have used them before, but he always has them. Always.

There’s always subtle differences, but Akuma has always done a lot of damage, and in return doesn’t have much health. There’s a joke I’ve hung onto that he’s so good at fighting that he’s never actually been hurt before, so that’s why he never has much health.

And of course probably the most iconic thing about him; The Raging Demon. Akuma’s very memorable super move has him dash across the screen on one leg to grab his opponent, the screen goes black and flashes a lot with some hit sound effects. Then when everything comes back, Akuma is stood with his arms broadly out at his sides and with his back to the camera. The symbol on his back also flashes a bit.

When we first started playing Street Fighter, I was so sad when my friend figured out he could jump over my Raging Demon. But I guess it wouldn’t be fair if there weren’t little ways around it…

(But it would be fair if I could get it off after two hits, sure on block, without Zangief grabbing me as I was starting it up! What the heck!!)

So yeah, I play Akuma. A lot. He appears in pretty much every game I play.

Street Fighter games… Marvel vs Capcom games… Oh, and Tekken.

That one time Akuma just sort of barged into Tekken and even into their actual, real, canon story mode? Trust him to waltz into another franchise, including its story mode.

Stuff like that is only part of the reason I love Akuma so much.

It’s not very hard to state that he’s extremely cool. One of the coolest in Street Fighter honestly, and that’s saying a lot! He’s got the gi going on as well as those big beads around his neck, but the things that stick him out to me are his iconic red, tied up hair and his dark, red eyes.

Akuma’s not such a good dude, trying to force an evil energy out of someone that seems as good and pure as Ryu. On top of that, he’s just not so nice anyway, you know? He doesn’t seem to get involved with Bison and all the other problems characters have in these games, but he causes enough trouble on his own.

Other than trying to make Ryu possibly even worse than him, Akuma craves to fight only the strongest of warriors. He’ll turn away a fight if he feels his opponent is too weak for him, and even leave in the middle of one if he figures that out during.

The example of that is in the story of one of the Street Fighter III games I think. Basically this old dude, Gen, is having a full on fight to the death with Akuma. But somewhere down the line, Akuma discovers that Gen has a terrible, fatal illness…

What does Akuma do?

He sort of just gets really salty and leaves without another word. That’s my Akuma alright, too salty to stick around even after fighting the guy for a bit.

I find his attitude and general terrible nature absolutely flawlessly linking in with his design, and his badass fighting abilities.

Akuma is just an extremely iconic kind of character that can’t really be done the justice he deserves by someone just trying to explain how great he is.

Plus, I have too many inside jokes with a great friend of mine that just make me love him even more. Of course that’s all stuff that makes the two of us laugh, and it’s rather out of character, but that’s the fun in making those jokes in the first place.

So yeah, in summary…

Akuma is very badass, edgy and the saltiest winner in the world. What a guy.

Next on the list is a much nicer character, Ken Masters! There’s going to be lots of Street Fighter up in here!


A Nerd Rambles about her favourite characters #1: Strider Hiryu

First off, wow, I really left this place for dead. I thought I could try be cool and unique by just finding writing prompts and only doing those but it ended up being very draining and well, I could really do myself some favours to blog properly.

So with that briefly out of the way, I want to start talking on here about stuff I’m pretty passionate about.

So I thought of this little ‘series’, if you will.

Me and one of my best friends put together a list of our top 50 fighting game characters of all time! I want to go down the list as far as my willpower takes me to. Hopefully from 1 to 50, like I said, I gotta do more stuff here.

Well with all that fluff out of the way, his name is up there. Strider Hiryu, my favourite character of all time. He took that spot fairly recently I would say, but I guess I never really had a super duper favourite before him. Just a lot of favourites that I really liked.

Let’s start with what drew me to him to begin with; His design. Strider is just about everything I could love about a character design. A badass ninja (I am pretty into ninjas!) with really funky ‘anime’ hair with a really cool long as heck red scarf, very nicely matching blue gi, and well, another element of a character I can enjoy is a young ‘expert’ at something, and that Strider certainly is.

pocket_fighter__strider_sprite_by_sephysnu-dbwmjs0Look at this lil guy! I tried to recreate the art style of a very charming Capcom game Pocket Fighters, because I would do ten backflips if I could ever officially see him in that absolutely precious art style.

So yeah. I kind of love everything about his design. Even his weapon! I haven’t seen much like it, so it’s a thrill to watch him in action swinging that thing around.

I was just too young, and brought up in the wrong place, to grow up with the arcades. So my actual first exposure to Strider was in a game I love very much; Marvel vs Capcom 3. I got myself back into it recently, and fighting games in general, with a lot of motivation from that great friend of mine I mentioned earlier.

And speaking of that game, I guess at this point, it’s no secret that Strider is probably my favourite in that game! I just love how he plays. I figured out some funky combos (or at least funky for me… I’m not the best, I just like the genre) and can clean up a team of three with this kid by himself, when I play my cards right.

He’s quick, he’s got great range in terms of both projectiles and wall-bounce based attacks, and I just find him very rewarding to get things right with. He’s one of those characters where most of the things you can do end up looking quite flashy, I suppose.

I played the reboot of his franchise too, and I really enjoyed it. There was probably a lot I missed as someone who never got to play the original, I kind of didn’t really like the way the story was told, but the gameplay was solid!

Strider felt like… Well, Strider.

I understood what I was doing thanks to playing him too much on MVC3, and he was just super satisfying to control. Again, he was super fast. His jumps were fun, there wasn’t much better than climbing all over the walls with him.

But perhaps the thing I can take from his rebooted game to describe the icing on the cake for why I love this character so much is in the very ending segment of the game…

Spoilers ahead, if you’re bothered!

Strider takes the fight to Grand Master Meio, an evil overlord-type that has overthrown the city he was sent to, to destroy the Grand Master. After beating him the first time, he throws himself into a portal, and the next time you see him, he’s some sort of round abomination of an alien thing… In space!

So take that into mind. Strider doesn’t even think twice about getting in that portal to finish this off.

When it’s all done, Strider hitches a ride on Grand Master Meio’s squirming, huge body that falling back to earth. He’s pretty calm about it, just stood over the squirming form of a human beneath him with his arms folded while the credits roll.

And then, after all that.

After seeing this dude turn into a huge, round, weird alien thing…

After riding said weird alien thing back to planet earth…

The only thing Strider does is land in front of the temple again and calmly state “Mission Accomplished.”

I actually giggled to myself when I first saw it, because I was still recovering from how weird everything got and here Strider just shrugs it off like he does this every day. That’s my final reason for my love of this character; Nothing phases him!

He’s very calm, like… VERY calm. His quiet and serious personality is portrayed so wonderfully, it just sort of adds to how badass he is on top of his already badass design.

I’m not even sure if this all makes sense to anybody but myself, but even if not, I have something I can actually come on here and ramble about in a blog format.

So look forward to sometime soon issue 2 of this ‘series’, featuring Street Fighter’s mysterious and menacing baddie, Akuma!

Reflection: Short Story

There’s a lot of things that run through your head when you can hear your door being smashed at, you think every last hit will be the one to break it, and maybe you’ll be dead in the next few minutes.

She knew nothing more now than to wait somewhere she could lock another door: In the bathroom. She was so anxious, this petite woman paced around nervously in the small room, was anyone even going to come and help her?


Something caught her eye.

Her blue eyes shot to the side, at the mirror on the wall, above the sink.

For just a moment…

She could swear she saw something off in her reflection.

She stared at it more intensely, then she felt her hairs practically jump off her skin with how horrified she became.

“I can deal with them.” her own reflection told her. Her own reflection that had adopted red eyes, and black sockets. Other than that, it was still just her reflection.

“Put your hand in the mirror, and we’ll swap places. I’ll deal with it, then we’ll swap back.”

“H-how am I supposed to trust you?” she muttered, barely able to get the words out of herself. She felt pretty close to just fainting at this point.

“I’m literally you.” the girl on the other side of the mirror tried to argue, not looking so impressed when she did. “Besides, your dog is still out there! If those guys hurt him, I’ll hurt you for not letting me save him.”

What a valid argument, the brunette thought to herself.

That dog was like her own child, she was that kind of pet owner.

“Alright, you got me.” she muttered. “Promise we’ll switch back when you’re done.”

“Promise.” the reflection agreed with a nod. “I have my own dog to take care of, anyway. As cute as yours probably is, I love mine more.” she seemed a little too calm as she reached out on her side of the glass and pressed her hand onto it.

The human girl breathed to herself…

This was it, time to get taken away to a mirror world for a little while.

She reached her own hand onto the glass, and after a quick and strange sensation… She stared around herself anxiously. Everything looked about the same, but there were just differences in the colours around her.

A lot of red, though.

Red walls, red and black tiled floors… It was like the dark, spooky version of her own home. She looked up, to see her reflection with red eyes wave to her keenly.

“Come back here when I’m done. You’ll know.”

With that, her spooky, but oddly friendly, reflection rushed off through the house.

She might be here in this very red world for a while, so she might as well make the most of it. Her counterpart said she also had a dog… So it was worth seeing what that was going to be like here.

It was no doubt they shared a name, so the dog probably still had his own name, too. A common name for a dog, Rex.

She walked herself through a quick walk from the bathroom to her own room, and peered into the doorway. It was open in this world, since of course, no one was trying to bash down the door and probably murder her.

Her room was just as it was in her own realm.

A little messy with some clothes on the floor, but a shelf with some stuffed toys on it, a big cupboard and her cosy bed. Though everything had to look a little bit off, of course.

That including the dog laying on the bed.

Still furry and about the right size, the pup seemed to have two heads sprouting from the neck, and his tail appeared to split into two as well. But he still had the same black fur with a bit of white mixed into it.

He looked a little confused, but the wag of his tail and those blinking for eyes were some sort of assuring, just like her own Rex.

“Hi, buddy.” she waved awkwardly. “We just needed to switch places for a little bit. She’ll be back soon, but I won’t leave you by yourself!”

He shuffled along the bed without really trying to get up, to be in a place where the mirror of his owner could pet at his head. Even encouraging her by nudging her hand onto either of his heads.

Even with two heads, he was still pretty cute.


The reflection decided to be rather direct about her approach to this situation, standing readily at the staircase.

She wasn’t afraid, these people couldn’t even touch her!

People from her realm had horrifying powers that these people couldn’t even imagine, so it was no doubt they’d be made short work of.

Just one last hit, the door swung into the house aggressively, and two men stomped in together. They stopped soon enough, to notice the girl standing on the stairs.

“You been standing there the whole time?” one of them asked mockingly.

“Couldn’t even open the door for us?!” the other chimed in.

“Well, it’s not very encouraging when you’re trying your hardest to break it. Doors are expensive!” the reflection complained. Even if it wasn’t her own home, it was reason enough to get riled up.

“But,” she shrugged. “That doesn’t matter so much. One of you will die now.”

Before one of them got a chance to mock her, she launched her hand forwards, her fingers curled aggressively.

The man she pointed her hand at suddenly struggled and became stiff, he could barely move. But he ached. It got worse each second, his grunts turned into squeals.

“The hell are you doing to him?!” his friend barked, dashing forwards with a knife tugged out of his hoodie.

She was too arrogant, for this man did manage to harm her. Her hand processing the powers was slashed, from the palm to the end of her thumb. She hissed as she fell up a step, the burning on her hand was a terrible pain she never felt before.

But they had only made this worse for themselves.

She launched out her hand again, this time what looked like energy created from her own blood had gripped both of the men from their feet, leaving them to helplessly struggle.

“Ah, that’s better!” the reflection chimed eagerly. “I’ll send you far from here. At least you might learn something… If not, something far worse will happen to you.”

And with a snap of her fingers, the men vanished from in front of her in a few strong bursts of red lights and energy. She looked ahead at the door, and put the time into fixing it.

It was hard for a small woman no matter what kind of mystical powers she had, they sure weren’t built for fixing doors. But she did also make sure to complain to the council, that they needed to come and fix it properly as soon as they could.

Just one more stop until she headed back to the bathroom, she opened her mirror’s room up to peer inside. To see all the clothes messily laid on the floor, but more importantly, the pup sitting on the bed.

He was delighted to see her, scrambling across the bed to reach her and rolling around in demands of some attention.

It was a normal little border collie, black and white fur with big, cute eyes. The reflection reached down and petted at the dog with her healthy hand. “You’re even cute with just one head, Rex.” she told him happily.

But then, as promised, it was time to go home.

She couldn’t be without her own Rex anyway.

The mirror images met at the bathroom mirror once more.

“What happened?” the woman asked with wide blue eyes.

“They’re gone. And I sure hope they’ve learned their lesson.” her reflection answered with a casual shrug. “I got my hand a little hurt, but I can deal with that when I get home.” she reached her hand out to touch the mirror again, already able to see her home waiting for her.

The young woman placed her own hand back on the mirror, and just like before, the two of them switched places again. Back to where they should be.

“If you ever need help…” her reflection smiled at her eagerly. “You know where to find me!”

“Thank you!” she cheered. “I guess sometimes, you really only do need yourself.”

As if it were meant to happen, both were met by their dogs, having the same reaction of looking down at the pup rushing around their legs and giggling softly to themselves. “We can’t play now, it’s time for bed!” they both told their pets at the same time.

“Come on,”

And with that, they left their mirrors to be back in their ordinary lives again.

For now.