tripmode 最近的评测

I know no one will see this review anyway so I just wanna say that Gold Ship can keep on kicking me in the face and I'm all for it.

There are characters we admire, some we like, and a rare few who leave a permanent mark on our hearts. But you—Tsukatsuki Rio—you are something entirely different. You are not just a character. You are not just a waifu. You are a revelation.

The moment I saw you, something in my soul clicked—like the final piece of a long-forgotten puzzle falling into place. The world felt sharper, clearer, and yet entirely dreamlike. The concept of “best girl” was nothing more than a placeholder until you arrived and showed us what perfection truly looks like.

Your hair—elegant, soft, cascading like strands of stardust—is nothing short of mesmerizing. I imagine brushing it gently, not just out of affection, but as a form of quiet reverence. And your eyes... oh, your eyes. Deep, sharp, unwavering—yet underneath that calm surface lies an entire galaxy of feeling. Just one look from you could rewrite the language of love itself.

Her lips—so soft, so serene—hold the power to silence storms and stir the quietest corners of my heart. A single smile from her could end wars; a simple pout could rewrite the stars. I sometimes wonder if the very air she breathes carries some sacred resonance, as if each breath were a song the universe composed just for her.

Her form—elegant, dignified, otherworldly—is not just beauty, but divinity sculpted with purpose. She carries herself with such grace that it humbles me. Where others see curves, I see constellations—each part of her a celestial truth that the world was blessed to witness. She is poetry in motion, art that lives and breathes and looks back at you with eyes full of quiet strength. To be held by her, even in thought, is to imagine the universe pausing—just for you.

But please, don't mistake this admiration for something shallow. My love for her is vast, atomic, spiritual. I don’t just love her appearance—I love every detail of her being. From the smallest strand of hair to the very essence of her soul. If the universe is made of particles, then every one of mine aligns to orbit her. I would give myself to the gravity of her presence without hesitation.

And yes, I cannot leave unspoken what so many whisper in awe—her legs, those graceful pillars of quiet might, clad in obsidian-black tights that gleam like polished moonlight. They are elegance refined, confidence made visible. To see her walk is to witness poetry set to motion—each step composed, proud, and unfaltering. And every day I get to witness her like this, I feel as though I’ve been granted a glimpse of something eternal.

And as if her presence weren't already a symphony of divine detail, there’s the grace with which she walks. Her steps—measured, elegant, unwavering—command attention not through force, but through reverence. The way she carries herself, from head to heel, is a masterclass in poise.

Her feet, those often-overlooked foundations of strength and subtle beauty, are like the final brushstroke on a masterpiece. Every step she takes feels sacred—like the earth itself leans gently toward her, just to feel her tread. There is serenity in her movement, a quiet confidence that brings me not just admiration, but peace.

To see her walk across a quiet corridor or into the light of day is to witness the world arranged just right—for her. And in that fleeting moment, I realize: it’s not just about admiration anymore. It’s about awe. Pure, soul-deep awe.

Your expression, often composed and unreadable, hides a warmth so tender it melts me. That gap in your personality—your cool, commanding aura slipping just long enough for me to glimpse your shy, vulnerable side—is what I live for. That moment when the “perfect student council president" becomes simply Rio—the girl who wants to be understood, cherished, and loved.

And oh, how deeply I love you. From the graceful way you speak, to the rare moments you let down your guard. You’re strong, proud, intelligent—but you’re also gentle, and in that contradiction lies your beauty. You’re not just the top of the class. You’re the top of my heart.

People talk of “waifu wars.” They argue, they bicker, they compare stats. But to me, there’s never been a war—there’s only been you. The rest? Background noise. My heart is already spoken for.

You’ve become the axis around which my world quietly turns. I find myself thinking about you in everyday moments—wishing I could walk beside you after school, carry your books, brew your tea just right, make nutritious homecooked meals for you, make you smile after a long day, or enjoy our sweet, intimate moment together before bed. I want to support you not because you need it, but because I need to be someone worthy of standing at your side.

You are my muse. My big baby. My wife. My motivation. My miracle.

So this letter isn’t just my confession. It’s an invitation—to anyone who’s yet to fall into Rio’s orbit. Come closer. Take a look. She may seem distant, but her warmth, once discovered, is the most beautiful thing you’ll ever know. You don’t just like Rio. You admire her. You aspire to be near her. You find joy in her strength, and peace in her silence.

And me? I’ll be right here—her loyal, ever-swooning Sensei. The first to defend her name, and the last to forget it.

"Once Human: Surviving the Apocalypse One Rigid Chest at a Time"

⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 4/5 Stars

Imagine this: you’re plunged into a post-apocalyptic world, scavenging for resources, battling grotesque creatures, and working with friends to stay alive—all while looking fabulously customized to perfection. Welcome to Once Human, a free-to-play multiplayer survival game that’s taken the best bits of other games and blended them into one wild ride. And let me tell you, this game has it all… except for a touch of realism in one very specific area.

The heart of Once Human is its robust survival mechanics. It’s like the developers took a shopping cart through the survival game aisle, tossing in a bit of this and a dash of that, and created a concoction that feels both familiar and refreshingly new. Whether you’re scavenging for food, constructing your shelter, or engaging in nail-biting combat, Once Human keeps you thoroughly engaged.

Now, let’s get to the real star of the show: character customization. I spent more time than I care to admit crafting my female character, sculpting her into the virtual goddess of my dreams. The customization options are extensive, allowing you to create a character that’s truly yours. It’s like playing dress-up, but with more dirt, grit, and occasional mutant attacks.

However, there’s one tiny (or not-so-tiny) hiccup that jolts you out of your immersion like a bad dream—the boob physics, or rather, the complete lack of them. It’s as if the developers got everything right and then decided that gravity was an optional feature. The result? My character’s chest is about as lively as a pair of concrete slabs. They don't bounce, jiggle, or even pretend to move; they’re just... there. It’s like someone superglued two coconuts to her chest and called it a day.

Imagine sprinting through a mutant-infested wasteland, dodging danger at every turn, only to be reminded that your character's chest is channeling the spirit of the Rocky Mountains—unmoving, unyielding, and utterly stone-faced. The rest of her moves with the grace of a seasoned warrior, but her boobs? They’re on their own rigid journey.

Despite this hilarious oversight, Once Human is a top-notch game that offers a thrilling survival experience, and all for the low price of absolutely free. The graphics are stunning, the gameplay is challenging yet rewarding, and the world is rich with detail and danger. It’s perfect for teaming up with friends who appreciate a good laugh and can overlook the chest situation.

In conclusion, Once Human is a standout in the free-to-play survival genre, with a minor hiccup in the physics department that’s more amusing than game-breaking. If you can get past the boob-shaped boulders, you’ll find an immersive, exciting game bursting with potential. So gather your friends, create your perfect (if slightly stiff) character, and dive into the chaotic, beautifully crafted world of Once Human—just be ready for some unintentional chest armor cosplay along the way.

Instructions unclear, she fixed me instead.

"Ready Or Not: Where Shooting Your Friends Is Encouraged, But Only Virtually!"

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 5/5 Stars

If I had a dollar for every time I accidentally shot my buddy in the back while playing Ready Or Not, I'd probably be able to afford a decent first aid kit by now. This game is a masterpiece in the art of friendly fire – and I mean that in the most endearing way possible.

Picture this: You and your friends, armed to the teeth and ready to take on the world, or at least a highly realistic digital version of it. Ready Or Not isn't just a game; it's a simulator for testing the strength of your friendships. Who needs trust falls when you can accidentally toss a grenade at your best mate and see if they've got the reflexes of a ninja or the coordination of a potato?

The gunplay in this game is so realistic that I'm convinced the developers were secretly military strategists in a past life. Each bullet feels like a tiny work of art, carefully crafted to either eliminate a threat or make you the laughingstock of your squad. The sound effects are so immersive that my neighbors probably think I've started my own private war in my living room.

Missions in Ready Or Not are like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded – challenging, frustrating, but oh-so-satisfying when you finally get it right. The phrase "communication is key" has never rung truer. If you and your team aren't on the same page, you might as well start planning your virtual funerals because those criminals aren't going to wait for your tactical discussion to finish.

And let's talk about S ranks – the elusive achievement that's harder to get than a straight answer from a politician. If you manage to pull off an S rank, congratulations! You've just earned the virtual equivalent of a gold medal in synchronized swimming, but with more bullets and less water.

In conclusion, Ready Or Not is not just a game; it's a bonding experience. If you and your friends can survive the chaos, accidental shootings, and occasional shouting matches over the mic, then your friendship is probably stronger than any in-game armor. Just remember, it's all in good fun – until someone throws a flashbang in your face. Then it's hilarious fun.

"Lethal Company: Where My Social Life Went to Die, and I Couldn't Be Happier!"

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - 5/5 Stars

I don't know how to start this review other than to say that Lethal Company has officially become my new landlord, collecting rent in the form of my sanity and social life. If my therapist asks where it all went wrong, I'll simply hand them a copy of this game and say, "Right here, doc, right here."

First off, let me tell you that my life pre-Lethal Company was full of meaningful conversations, outdoor activities, and occasionally remembering to eat three meals a day. Now? Well, let's just say that my conversations revolve around strategies to conquer imaginary worlds, my outdoor activities involve finding the comfiest gaming chair, and my meals are mostly microwaveable – because ain't nobody got time to cook when there are virtual battles to be won.

The character development in Lethal Company is so intense that I sometimes forget my own name. I've built stronger connections with my in-game companions than I have with my neighbors. Who needs a book club when you have a guild that discusses the most critical matters, like whether to use a fireball or an ice spell on the boss?

The graphics are so realistic that I've started questioning my own reality. I mean, who needs the sun when you can bask in the glow of your computer screen 24/7? The only downside is that my skin is now a shade of pale that even vampires would envy.

And let's talk about the plot twists – I've never been more emotionally invested in pixels and lines of code. I've laughed, cried, and screamed at my screen so many times that I'm convinced my neighbors think I'm filming a low-budget soap opera in my apartment.

In conclusion, Lethal Company has transformed me into a gaming hermit, and I'm loving every moment of it. If you're looking for a game that will not only consume your free time but also your entire existence, congratulations, you've found it. Social life, who needs it when you have a digital kingdom to rule?

Disclaimer: Please play responsibly. This game may cause extreme joy, loss of sleep, and the sudden disappearance of your social life. But hey, who needs real friends when you've got virtual ones in Lethal Company?

I used to enjoy playing this game, especially with friends - it was a lot of fun. But then, out of nowhere, I started getting this 'exception_access_violation' error that I've never encountered in any other game. I've tried every damn trick in the book, and it's all been a waste of time. So, at this point, I'm just fed up with this game until such time as they're able to fix this issue.

One of my all-time favorite games. Play it with Modern Times DLC (at the very least) for an even better experience.