It redirects to this now.
The Wayback archive is still around, but something in my gut wrenches every time a resource goes offline. I feel a little sick. Dread and nausea, knowing that nobody is going to step up and provide a replacement, because 90% of fandoms I interact with don't make information resources anymore - and for Japanese media especially these days, I rarely see anyone care to transcribe, record, document things at all.
There aren't any good "modern" (made within the last 20 years) online resources for this show, that I've been able to find. There's scattered, poorly tagged tumblr posts, many on blogs that are now deleted, and the ones that are still up it's near impossible to sift through the tag for information resources as opposed to fanworks, fanon/headcanon posting, and low-effort incorrectquotes type posting. Searching for literally anything on Twitter or Bluesky is a nightmare on earth. I would give anything for even a small-scale "resources" type fansite, or a well-researched (NOT fandom.com!!!) wiki with translated interviews and documentation and stuff.
I feel stupid and crazy for caring. I feel like a bad person for caring. If nobody else cares, then it must be something sick and wrong with me, right???
Even though it's so much younger, I feel a similar thing with UTDR. Nobody ever made any centralized resources in the first place. Analysis I remember being tested and polished and perfected in 2015-2018, nobody remembers now. One of the best meta-writers I remember from that era deleted in the Deltarune era due to harassment by other fans for "posting too much Krusie" (which iirc they did not even really ship romantically, they were just extremely invested in Kris and Susie as friends) and other stupid, petty fucking reasons. When they deleted, the single best, most thoroughly-canon-cited resource on the "Narrator Chara" theory/reading went down, too. Now I keep seeing people posting about Deltarune who think Golden Flowers and buttercups are the same plant (it's kind of plot critical in Undertale that they're not!), or otherwise making really basic misreads and misrememberings of things that are returning from Undertale, and in 90% of cases all the months and years of intense and excited collaborative close reading of the text that I remember taking part of is just... it has left so few traces to point back to. Everything slips through my fingers. My own memory is so bad. There's no anchor to hold onto. Everything's made of paper and blowing away in the wind faster than it reaches my hands. I'm so tired. I'm so scared. I just want something carved in stone that I can point to.
It's my fault for having autism. If I wasn't autistic, maybe I wouldn't be stupid enough to care so much. Nobody else cares. Nobody normal cares. It's me who's the freak.