ElvisJJonesRambo -> RE: The Chinese romanisation in this game makes my eyes bleed (8/27/2020 11:32:22 AM)
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100% correct, but it depends on your point of view. You're taking us to a crossroads between Transliteration vs Interpretation. The winners of wars draw the new maps, the makers of a game, tag the HTML label. I've reviewed your findings, and will accept your path. What am I saying, examples: 1) I get lost, drive to a gas station in 2020 on my way to Boise, Idaho. There's no cell coverage East of the Blue Mountains. "Sir, could you help me get to the old Enterprise Highway, google maps has no coverage.". The attendant may tell me, "That's not the name anymore, you want Chavez Ravine Road, past the old bridge". New road name, old bridge, no war, should not be changed. 2) My Mother went to Jefferson Davis High School, it was renamed few years after she graduated in the in 1960s. Clearly this breaks the after-the-war rule naming to the losing side. The good news, there's nothing to argue, since the school (brick & mortar) was bulldozed, because it physically obsolete/old. Moot point. 3) Chinese military leader, General Tso, never ate General Tso's chicken. Qing Dynasty statesman coined the term, made that delicious sauce name stick. There are also variants, General T's or Husan Chicken. I prefer to keep it simple, I'll have a #9 with cold ice tea, no sugar. My recommendation for you (you, could be singular or plural), go with the locals. When you take a trip to Memphis, Tennessee, take Elvis Presley Boulevard upto Beale Street. First restaurant on the right, is B.B. King's. When ordering you're dinner, don't waste your time getting into a discussion about "Baby Back Ribs", "St. Louis Style", "Spare" or "Tips". I'll take the ribs, cole slaw, & cold beer. If it's easier, just give me today's special. The Memphis Flippers do preform there, excellent skills. Blues music is special. Thank you, thank you very much, -EJR Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started checkin' out some o' them all night bars, Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son
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