Having a lot of fun making this retro Japanese-style survivor-like game where you grow from a tiny kaiju into a massive monster, destroying buildings and fighting the military robots and other creatures along the way. I vibe coded this in just over 2 weeks, and it comes with 4 different kaiju to unlock, 3 different biomes, and hundreds of upgrade options. I'm currently playtesting the game. Once it's ready, I'll post it on Wavedash!

🟣Kiki Kaikai (Exorcism Natural) Born in 1986, the Japanese-style fantasy game that took arcades by storm — that’s Kiki Kaikai! Its purely Japanese world, adorable characters, and the perfect balance of hardcore arcade strategy delighted fans across the country! Help the shrine maiden Sayo-chan rescue the Seven Lucky Gods who have been kidnapped, and fight fiercely! Defeat yokai using Ofuda talismans and the purification rod! Ported to home consoles, PC, and many other platforms, it remains a beloved classic and one of Taito’s signature titles! The Kiki Kaikai T-shirt, a collaboration between Hardcore Chocolate and Taito, faithfully recreates the original arcade visuals on a natural body fabric, perfectly capturing the game’s world. It successfully brings back the excitement of that era! A retro and cute game T-shirt — please bring it back to life on your chest!

Just checked out AKINOEN at Kobe's huge food hall TOOTH TOOTH MART FOOD HALL & NIGHT FES, which opened June 24 🍁 Their Japanese-style mont blanc soft serve and freshly fried churros were way too good 🍨🌰 Outside you get Port Tower views, and inside you can also see the fish

Last Saturday, my American neighbor pointed his fist at me. I did not know what I had done. In Japan, a closed fist held out toward another man has never once meant anything good. I said a short prayer for my family. It was Bryan. Yes, the chair one. We were at his son's Little League game in Tokyo. His son had just hit a single. Bryan turned to me, held out his fist at chest height, and did not even look at me. He kept watching the game. The fist just waited there, like a dog that knows you have food. I bowed to it. The fist did not move. "Bump it, man." So I bumped it. Gently. Knuckle to knuckle. The way you set a teacup down on a saucer at a funeral. Then Bryan pulled his hand back, spread his fingers, and made a sound with his mouth. "Pshhhhh." An explosion. A 44-year-old man. In public. With his mouth. Nobody around us looked up. Nobody. This was normal. "You gotta blow it up," he said. There was a second stage. Nobody had told me there was a second stage. In Japan, a greeting tells you exactly where you stand. Who is older. Who is the guest. Who owes whom a favor from 1997. An American fist bump tells you one thing: you're good. Then it explodes. Then it's over. It is a whole contract, signed and celebrated in under a second. That afternoon I received eleven more. A seven-year-old offered me his fist. I panicked and shook it like a hand. He looked at me like I had cancelled Christmas. A grandmother in a folding chair offered me her fist. Grandmothers do it too. Nobody in this country is exempt. The umpire gave one to a kid who had just struck out. The kid stopped crying. I have seen Japanese medicine do less. A toddler held out a fist the size of a grape. I bumped it with great seriousness. It was the most important meeting of my week. I asked Bryan how many kinds there were. "Oh, there's levels." There are levels. The fist bump. The fist bump that explodes. The high five. And the final form: a handshake that turns into a hug, and ends with two hard slaps on the back that sound like somebody beating a rug. "How do you know which one to use?" Bryan thought about it. "Vibes." I wrote down "vibes." I have since looked for it in four dictionaries. None of them would explain it. All of them were Japanese. In Japan, we greet with our spine. In America, you greet with your knuckles, and then you add sound effects. On Monday morning, my department head praised my report in front of the whole floor. He is 63. He has worked at our company since before I was born. We have never touched. I was still full of Saturday. Before I could stop myself, I held out my fist. The floor went silent. Thirty years of corporate hierarchy, stopped at chest height. He stared at my fist for a very long time. Then, slowly, he bumped it. And then he leaned in and whispered, very seriously: "...Do we blow it up?" We blew it up. Quietly. Respectfully. In the Japanese style. "Psh," he said, like an apology.

🍜 “Hai! Jan Jan!” “Hai! Don Don!” 🍜 The famous calls of Wanko Soba! “Hai! Jan Jan!” — Keep ’em coming! “Hai! Don Don!” — More and more! You’ll hear these cheerful calls throughout the experience as bowl after bowl of soba is served. 本日は英語教師の方が東家でわんこそばチャレンジしに来店！ わんこそばは初めてとのこと！果たして100杯いけるのか！？ 東家では座敷、テーブルどちらも完備していますので 安心してわんこそばにチャレンジできますよ！ Today, an English teacher came to Azumaya to take on the Wanko Soba challenge! It was his very first time trying Wanko Soba — can he make it to 100 bowls!? 👀 📍岩手県盛岡市 創業明治四十年 わんこそばと郷土料理のお店 「東家（あずまや）」 >>> 東家 本店（別館 ）/ 駅前店 At Azumaya Honten, we offer both traditional Japanese-style seating and regular table seating, so everyone can enjoy the Wanko Soba experience comfortably. Wanko Soba is more than a meal—it’s an experience. #東家# #わんこそば# #東家わんこそば# #盛岡わんこそば# #盛岡グルメ# #盛岡旅行# #盛岡# #岩手# #わんこそばチャレンジ# #東屋じゃないよ東家だよ# #japanesefood# #tiktokfood# #wankosobachallenge#