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That was the amazing part. Things just keep going.Some of the information about Ryoga in Ranma One Half may be wrong. The source used for the evidence of his crossing of oceans is probably the old scanlations, which apparently aren't very reliable. In actuality, the "Hong Kong" on the sign is Nagasaki, during the Nagasaki Kunchi, which features a dragon dance. And in his map, "China" and "France" are "Kyushu" and "race track", respectively.
I am not directionally challenged, but I have used Dirk Gently's navigation method once before, about a week into what was supposed to be a 3-day business trip. Got on the highway, picked a car at random, and just tailed along. Wound up at the Museum of Natural Science. Much better result than what I would have expected: a suburb.
How about games that induce this trope...on the players? These are generally 3d, and frustrating as heck.
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- That guy from Geeks World.
I have such a lack of direction, it's not even funny. It probably has to do with my dyslexia, and I believe the term for this particular quirk is dysgeographica. ... ... Last week I had an appointment at a salon. My brother had stolen my Sat Nav to go to Long Beach, and so I left 3 hours early to allow time to correct any errors I made driving. I ended up taking a number of wrong turns, ended up 50 miles away from my destination, and was eventually ONE HOUR late for my appointment. Bless the nice hair ladies, they let me get my hair cut anyway.
I don't think I have much sense of direction and there's no real excuse for it. I once went walking to a store that was within three blocks of my house. I left at noon, took a wrong turn somewhere and was lost for ten hours. By the time I made it back home, I'd gone through several neighborhoods, walked past the main strip and a shopping center, visited an ice cream parlor, followed some train tracks back to another neighborhood, found the store I was looking for, dropped off an application for work and then learned it was a thirty minute walk from the store to my house. And it was dark when I finally reached my front door.
I wasn't hired, but after that ordeal I kinda didn't want the job anymore anyway.
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