Have you ever faced criticism of your identity not only from those around you, but also from yourself? It’s a burning feeling that resonates in the heart yearning for an answer to save itself from the searing agony of uncertainty. To not have an answer encourages the hostility of your neighbors and, even then, the answers may not stop them from hating you more. The only salvation you may find is in the understanding of yourself, but you are the only one of your kind, and you aren’t even sure how you are able to exist at all. Can you find the answer and free yourself? The only road to answers is steeped in blood and even more burning questions. Such is the experience of a simple game with boundless depths, known as Hentai Nazi.
In order to understand the messages of the sweet muse that is Hentai Nazi, you must surrender yourself of all thoughts and memories in order to become the vessel of the nameless waifu protagonist. It’s a radical thought, but this game must be viewed through the lens of a 2D girl in a 3D world. It is the first of many keys to unlock the chests of mystery set before us. A waifu is merely a visual fiction meant to serve the needs of a man or woman for the purpose of satisfying their need for companionship. However there is an eternal barrier between the dimensions meant to separate the waifu from the human parasitic relationship. This third dimension is called the innocence zone.
Transcending the innocence zone, while allowing you into the existence state of our three-dimensional world, robs you of your purity. This forces an evolution into a hentai being. While this could certainly be a curse to many a waifu, the silent and stoic protagonist emerges from her shallow cave empowered. This transformation of physical form also acts as an evolution of spirit fueled by the experience of pure and transcendental sexual liberation. This skews her skirt into a permanent panty shot in which she controls the skin to clothing ratio in order to belittle and emasculate her foes before saving them with an iron rain of perverted justice.
However this stoic silence is not merely just a way to project power. It is also a way for the nameless hentai heroine to shield the sheer bewilderment of her unusual and forced existence. She was an intangible human construct that transcended the landscape of thought into a tangible reality she never asked to exist in. This is a horrifying thought, and you are surrounded only by enemies. To be alone is to be safe, and to face another is to face a battle between life or death with people who hate you. You being a concept you are only just beginning to understand. It’s at this moment that it dawned on me that the driving force for me to fire the bullets was only a way for me to understand what it is to exist, and in order to continue that existence you must eradicate any sense of belonging that there is to be had. Yet this begs the question of whether I really was surrounded by enemies, or if there was a single enemy weaponizing fear in order to obliterate me.
It was around the time of completion that I leaned back in stoic bewilderment of my messy accomplishment and thought, who was this experience developed for. Was I the target demographic? I was hit by another thought that left me asking more for the game alone had failed to satisfy me. Perhaps the player would purchase this on the hentai branding alone. For in our world the hentai protagonist is not real, but merely a waifu. The waifu had transcended into hentaidom within the game world to be a waifu vehicle for the player. It was total waifuception. Now that I was newly and fully ejected from the matrix of my own creation, I had to grapple with the reason a creator would manifest such an experience. Was it merely to create a nonsensical fap fest? No, it’s too easy that way. Was it just a sick joke to pry money from people? No, that was too typical. It was at that moment that I touched the depths of this darkened pool of inquiry before its radiance revealed my new enlightenment. By entering the shoes of the otaku’s one true love and beholding the oppression that befalls their beloved, they will begin to understand their bond with the waifu. They walk a parallel life with them. A life of ostracization from their oppressors, and everyone seeks to oppress them. This knowledge is equally only obtained by piercing the innocence zone themselves meaning they must see beyond the screen reaching into the world of the game to become hentai themselves. This shared metamorphosis means they must evolve to learn similar lessons…
Let’s take a moment, though, to reflect on this thought about whether the Nazi’s fighting us truly hate us. The Nazi’s could hate us, and this hate would be driven by their fear. However, we must also bear in mind the hentai heroine is her own individual person, but also a vehicle for the emulation of our own fears and oppressions. So what do these Nazi soldiers fear? They fear the collapse of their lives and their homes. The very end of their families and friends as they are devoured by the harrowing circumstances of their impending doom. The pain inflicted on them by outsiders reeling at them after the end of the great war. A seething hatred that was to be shouldered by many was placed onto them. Rather than trying to discuss this with vengeful deaf neighbors it was much easier for them to brandish the knife against the outsiders. Who put the knife there, you might ask? But you already know… The fiend of humanity, Adolf Hitler.
Hitler’s goal was to create the ubermensch, and he sought this through the Aryan race. An effort that was built on the blood and backs of the outsiders. Who is more of an outsider than someone outside our very dimension who transcends to our plane? You might be asking yourself at this point what might have caused our 2D fraulein to cross the barrier of the innocence zone. While you are very close to breaking ground, I would merely counter the question should be who. What was Hitler? An Austrian man brought up in the fall out of a war that decimated his surroundings. Someone who failed as an artist. He was obsessed with the occult symbolism of the east. While this was in effort of his quest to create the ubermensch, but what if it was also a part of his art. What was he trying to draw but the very ubermensch he was trying to create? The swastika he stole from eastern religion and philosophy was changed, but this change was important. Why was his version a mirror of the original? Hitler wanted to reflect his image and essence in the perfect manifestation of what a being could be. Something that reached beyond the boundaries of humanity itself. His ubermensch, his perfect being… His waifu. The creater of the waifu is the god emperor of the otaku, Hitler.
In Hentai Nazi the Otaku must come face to face with the duality of their personhood and utilize the light within to slay the monster and become the best version of themselves that they can be. They can become the ubermensch of their own story. A proverbial super saiyan of a being. But to do this we must unlock the door to the church of the absurd and conquer the darkest of ourselves. In order to do this, we must deep fry our mind with the dankest of ironies and shared experience of life’s darkest qualities. We must share the memes that unite the otaku and bring the otaku back to their creator. Once face to face with the monster who started everything do we surrender to his seething hatred birthed by his pain and rejection, or do we use the divine mercy of our rifles to end it all and write the next chapter of our own story? This is the pivotal final act of choice we are faced with in Hentai Nazi, and I do not know if a more profound question could be asked. It is the origin of a species coming face to face with its creator and rejecting it in order to try and free itself from all the darkness that spawned us. It is the ultimate Japanese role-playing experience.