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Mini-reviews May 2025
I reviewed eight things this week.
Recommendations: A Minecraft Movie, Parasite
Conditional Recommendations: Atzi, Cyberpunk Edgerunners
Also Reviewed: The Dark Knight, Kubo and the Two Strings
A Minecraft Movie
At one point during the movie, one of the characters says, "Why am I here?"
I thought it was a really funny line because it's actually a complete encapsulation of one of the movie's big flaws, that being that so much of the movie is so pointless.
here's something that i read today and liked: Atzi. lesbian lizard girl scraping by with little pick-pocketing and buglary. oh, and she's about to wind up in a time loop
something i found really refreshing about this story is how chipper the main character is. is that the word? she's not the brightest, or the luckiest, but she's not only willing to try anyway, but believe she deserves to succeed. it's weird reading about a protagonist who's simultaneously so opinionated yet manages to be so endearing
she's just downright cute! the story goes out of its way to say "lizard" and not "kobold", but like. you can't listen to this girl's internal narration and not immediately pick up on the vibe.
(she's also pretty horny, too - i swear every other woman she encounters has her swooning, but i mean. same.)
the main character is a thief, and i think it's a pretty big point to its credit that first proper "job" she undertakes had me on the edge of my seat as she sneaks around
really interested in seeing where the story goes from here, i've got my eye on it
Atzi is the last person who should be stuck in a timeloop. But a timeloop means pretty women to seduce! Wealth to spend! Magic power to stea
Atzi is the last person who should be stuck in a timeloop. But a timeloop means pretty women to seduce! Wealth to spend! Magic power to steal! This lizard may be easily distracted, talentless, and lonely, but she's still a looper. A shame she must contend with selfish gods warring, mad mages casting apocalyptic spells, skeletons, demons, and a hole in the sky. The world destroyed, again and again, when all she wants to know⊠is why her crush killed her.
Yay!
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Atzi - Chapter 1 - Atzi
Sostra. A grand city built atop a swamp, full of people and life. The heart of an empire.
It was to the rumbling sounds of cart traffic outside that Atzi awoke. Even in the shantytown in which she lived, she could hear their comings and goings across the distant busy streets.
âBlugehâŠâ
The stream of sunlight from her poorly made wooden roof told her it was the afternoon. She didnât want to wake up yet, but just like every other day, she was forced awake by things outside her control. Stupid sun, if you werenât so warm, she thought. But you were warmer back home.
Atzi slowly pulled herself up, dropping off the scratchy shawl that made for her blanket, and gave a big yawn. Her red hair lay limp on her face. Scratching between her dark silver-blue scales, she thought, I should eat⊠no, get a drink.
She heard clucking from outside. What the hells is that noise? Atzi picked herself up and peered out through the tiny shackâs singular window - really more of a square hole. From out it she saw a chicken, scratching at swampy mud, looking for worms.
She leaned out her window and hissed at it with everything she could muster. Splatters of her saliva mixed with poison went flying. The chicken ran off bawking, fleeing further into the poor muddy streets.
Annoying. Atzi was hungry. Sleepy. Most of all, bored. Things had been so boring these past few years. If only she had another chance-
Atzi shuffled over to the pillar of wood that supported her roof. There laid all else she owned, a single outfit and an empty coin pouch. She grabbed her fraying linen pants and stepped into them, only taking care to position her tail and stick it through the hole. The fabric strained where it met the base. Stupid clothes must have shrunk in the heat.
Then she took her shirt in her claws and threw it on. Only after she got dressed did she run her claws through her messy hair, naturally avoiding her two small horns as she styled herself into something vaguely âneatâ.
Decent, she slinked outside. Peering left and right, the coast looked clear.
âGreetings of the Saintess, neighbor!â
Atzi groaned.
She had known this guy for as long as sheâd lived in this shack. Well, known was a strong word. Mostly he just talked religion, and she didnât even know his name. The one thing she did know about him was that he had a real job, at which he made real money, and the only reason he lived in the slums was he always donated all his money to the Saintessâs temple. What a sucker. Who would want to live here if they could live in a nice place? Weirdo!
âYeah, yeah, saintess.â Atzi responded, groggily.
Her neighbor smiled at her, his arms folded into his cheap robe sleeves. âAre you excited for the upcoming godscouncil?â he asked, green eyes glinting.
âThe festival? Yeah, âcourse. Everyone is.â Atzi dug a clawed toe into the mud, wanting nothing more than to escape the conversation. Well, and food, and beautiful women, and-
âNo no, not the festival! Thatâs just something people put on. The council is what matters.â
Yeah right. The gods are too scary and powerful to care about any of us. Youâre just scammed by the priestesses! Even if they are pretty. âSure.â
He leaned forward and put a hand to his mouth, as though sharing a great secret. âAll the gods will be here for the election. Also, I hear every godâs temple will be choosing new priests among the faithful. I hope the Saintess chooses me.â
She gave a fake smile. âYeah, I hope she chooses you, too.â And I never need to deal with you again!
He bowed slightly. âThank you for your kindness. May the Saintess bless you!â His smile was bright and wide as he wandered off.
âThanks be to the Saintess,â Atzi muttered sarcastically. Who could actually enjoy worshipping something so far beyond us? Havenât done me any favors.
She slinked onward. She was still hungry, but the conversation had her wanting a drink already.
It was then she heard a frenzied clucking. Atzi glanced over towards the direction sheâd seen the chicken run. Is the stupid thing following me?
Cluck cluck cluck! A chaotic flock of chickens sprinted towards her!
Panicked, she yelped and fled down the street. âStupid birds!â
âDamned things, get back here!â Chasing the chickens was a dark-haired man. Though he looked more like a boy, no older than his teens, and covered in dirt. An unlucky chicken farmer.
As Atzi ran, she thought, If this guyâs chasing them⊠maybe if I catch some heâll let me keep one. A fresh chicken all to myself!
She spun around, sliding to a halt.
Atzi snatched her claws and coiled her tail towards the approaching feathered beasts. Five of the six ended up in her clutches, two in each claw and one in her tail. Captured, they immediately became docile. Tamed by fear. The last one angrily pecked at her foot, painless from her scales.
Atzi shouted with pride, âStupid birds!â
The chicken farmer caught up with her, panting. âOh thank the gods.â
Atzi looked up at him, cursing that she was shorter than even someone so young looking. âI caught your chickens. That was really nice of me, wasnât it?â
âYeah, yeah, real nice.â He reached towards his back and pulled off a large sack. He fluffed it open and placed the chicken still pecking at Atziâs foot into it. âIn the sack.â
You better not cheap out on me! She deposited the chickens in her claws. The farmer looked up at her. Atzi swished the one still wrapped up in her tail from side to side, enticingly. âIâm really hungry⊠especially after catching all those chickensâŠâ
He sighed. âWell, at least you didnât try to extort me for them.â He dug into his pocket and flipped Atzi a single bronze coin.
Yes! Atzi snatched the coin out of the air, grinning. She uncoiled her tail from âround the final chicken, and it began running away once more. âHey!â The farmer yelled.
Atzi wasnât listening, already dancing her way towards the market streets for a meal.
Maybe some pork chops. Or roasted beetle kebab! With beer! She salivated as she walked. When Atzi was excited, so were her poison glands, spurting through her mouth and mixing with her drool. Her purple-tinted saliva sizzled against gravel and mud.
There was a point just between the market street and the slums, where the careful stonework of most of Sostra collapsed into loose limestone chunks, embedded in the mud. Atzi stepped claw over claw up the slanted stone, traveling with all the poor people. Iâm not poor, just not rich yet.
Just thirty more feet, the shortest jaunt, and she would be in the market proper.
Atzi took a ninety degree turn towards her favorite gambling hall.
Doubling my earnings is so smart. Then I can eat two hot meals! Atzi thought, confidently striding in.
The place was much nicer than the slums. Most importantly, the woodwork held together. There were only a few people present, as like most places like this, it would become more active in the evening and night.
Atzi approached the dark wooden front desk, giving a toothy grin to Sphira, mistress of the gambling hall.
Sphira smiled back politely, even as she wore the dead eyes of someone all too used to customers. Her black dress accented her curves. She looked pretty good for a middle-aged woman, in Atziâs estimate. When Iâm rich, maybe we couldâŠ
âHello, Atzi. Come to try your luck?â Sphira asked, brushing a strand of dyed red hair behind her ear.
Is she into me?
Atzi laughed. âOf course. Is there a dice game going?â
Sphira pointed to a low corner table. Atzi appreciated the grace with which she did so.
âThanks,â Atzi said. Maybe she is into me. Maybe this time I really go for it and try- wait, no, I havenât bathed in ages, thereâs no way. But next time, definitely next time.
Atzi stalked over to the table, glancing at the two people present. There was Frank of course, the large-in-all-senses dealer. Hate that stupid âOh Iâm so sorry you lost everythingâ act he does. Joke's on you buddy, this time Iâm winning! He sat shaking dice in a cup for a single woman⊠wearing a city guardâs outfit.
Atzi froze up, inspecting the guardswoman from afar. Is she anyone important? she thought.
She had short black hair and a few scars. Retired military or adventurer, then. She was too young to have been in the war, though, looking about Atziâs age.
Atzi continued moving so she didnât look suspicious. It'd been years, so she doubted any regular guard would know her face. The reward wasn't enough to sit and memorise it from the posters, but she'd pissed off some of the higher-ups enough that she couldn't risk being seen by them. She walked slowly as she turned over their appearances in her mind.
No, she doesn't look like anyone I know. She approached with her head low, just in case. Besides, itâs just one game. Then Iâll have one more coin and can walk away a winner. Atzi sat down as Frank tossed two dice under the cup, shook the cup around in his hands, and then slapped the cup on the table. âEven or odds?â he asked towards the guardswoman.
âOdds!â the guardswoman shouted. She stared intently at the cup.
Atzi slid her coin across the wooden table, to place a bet of her own, but Frank held out a hand to stop her. She wiggled in her cushion impatiently. Hurry up, then!
The dealer lifted the cup. Two singular dots. Snake eyes.
âSorry,â Frank meekly apologized to the guardswoman as he scooped up the three bronze in front of her.
âGodsdamnit!â the guardswoman cursed. Her scarred cheek twitched in annoyance.
Atzi rolled her eyes. What a sore loser.
âOdds on next,â said Atzi, sliding forward her coin again. Câmon seven, my lucky number! She saw it all the time when she played this game, so it had to be. Her tail swished behind her excitedly. She had to wipe a dribble of poison from her lip so she wouldnât be yelled at again, smearing it against her other arm.
The guard flicked out three more bronze coins. She looked beside her, giving Atzi a scowl and stink-eye. âOdds,â she said as well.
Atzi gave an awkward, stilted laugh, avoiding the guardwomanâs gaze. Just an ordinary lizard, donât mind me.
Frank gave a gentle smile. âLetâs see if youâre both lucky.â He tossed the dice into the cup and shook it again.
Atzi gripped the edge of the table as she trailed the motion of the cup up and down. She didnât just want to avoid looking at the guard, she didnât just want to win, but she wanted to be on the lookout for any tricks. She thought she knew every scam there was, and refused to fall for one herself.
Only idiots get cheated.
Frank lifted the cup. A five and one.
âOooof.â Frank shook his head sorrily.
Atziâs expression dropped. âM-my hot mealâŠâ
The guardswoman grunted in annoyance.
Frank collected the coins quickly, looking pained as he swept away Atziâs hot meal. If youâre so sorry, then give it back! I need to eat, damn it!
She couldnât argue, though. Besides the fact she knew it wouldnât get her anywhere, there was a scary looking private guard leaning against a distant wall. If she caused a disturbance, she could end up injured. Plus, what if this bitch tells her bosses about me? she thought about the guard next to her. With no other choice, Atzi groaned and stood up.
As she slinked away, she overheard the guardswoman say, âGreat, now that my bad luck charm is gone-â
Atzi wanted to explode at her. I'm not a bad luck charm! I just got unlucky! Itâs not my fault! Instead she kept silent. Now what am I gonna do for food? I guess steal somethingâŠ
She barely heard Sphira wish her a good day as she walked outside.
The Sostrian Empire had nine gods. Only one was really in charge. The same stupid one Atziâs stupid neighbor wouldnât shut up about. The Saintess.
âFuck you, Saintess!â Atzi shouted, middle finger lifted in the direction of her temple, the religious district raised higher than the rest of Sostra.
Passersbies pointedly ignored her. Blasphemy wasnât illegal, just taboo. Most wouldnât tempt fate. Atzi wouldnât either on a usual day, but today⊠she was sick of it all.
Iâm grabbing the biggest coin pouch I see.
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