Duck and Cover

I'm enjoying it for what it is.

A pretty-looking Daggerfall wannabe, that added some gimmicky gameplay features to help make the game more enjoyable. Classifying it as a dedicated RPG isn't doing it justice, because really it's more of an FPS with stats, and that's fine.

I just wish it was more like an updated Daggerfall rather than an: "Ooops this is us making up for Morrowind being a rushed, buggy unoptimized piece of shit".

Insofar as that, it's enjoyable, if you're looking for sophistication, you're barking up the wrong tree, the TES series was never about that so much as it was providing a more interactive alternative to the other CRPGS of the day that were significantly less intereactive insert *any crpg that had you walking from "room to room" with a stat bar showing party member portraits and stats with enemies standing in place performing three frame attack animations*

oblivion owns like aptyps mum because shes a whore

Burnov wrote:it's really more of an FPS with stats

That's perfect, only you don't need food to stay buff.

Morrowind was definitely better than Oblivion. Of course, Rune was better than either of them, and Rune didn't put on any "Look at me/I'm an RPG" airs. Plus the health-up animations were a blast, like biting the heads off of those lizards.

Morrowind's world felt more alive than Oblvion's, and that ain't saying much. Plus the inventory system was better, and it was only every other quest that bugged out.

Still, it's kind of like comparing fast food places. A Mac Donalds is much less disgusting than, say, a White Castle. But neither serves food in any proper sense of the word. Fuel, with abstracts, but not food.

I love box.

I don't quite know how to take that, Father. Also, how's that whole thing about me getting rich working out? I must have asked you, like fifty thousand times.

You ARE rich...

You have been blessed with a rich sense of humour and a rich life, which has fallout.

You are also rich in intellect and understanding of all things gaming.

Jesus Christ wrote:You ARE rich...

You have been blessed with a rich sense of humour and a rich life, which has fallout.

You are also rich in intellect and understanding of all things gaming.

You sound like a:

He sounds like a broken picture? Hopefully not one of various emo swell guy, or wrist cutting, or shoe gaze music?

Heavenly Father, I beheld your Glorious Countenance, and I blushed.
Also, please condemn Signore PJ McGillicutty to the fiery hells for sodomizing me all those years back.

So, every now and then I go to the mall, for whatever reason, and just kinda look around for whatever's new on the ever-shrinking pc shelf (singular). So one time I'm there with my friend, and we went in to the Game [Crazy/Stop/Hole/Whatever]. We're waiting in line, with I think it was for like Perimeter. We used to split games, cheaper that way. Anyways, there's this kid in front of me, and the little fucker has this stack of PS2 games, I mean a stack, like this *--* high.

He's trading them in you see. New games at the time, like The Sims, Blood Rain, Halo, Goatse or whatever. New shit. Now I consider trade-ins to be anathema, personally, but anyways I'm listening as this clerk is telling him, "Three dollars. Four dollars. Eight dollars. Two dollars." And I'm balking. So I turn to my buddy and I say, "Holy shit! This kid's getting ass invaded!" Meanwhile the clerk and kid arrive at a total, like forty dollars for seven or eight games, and I have this other other friend with a PS2. Yes, he is a swell guy console gamer. Anyways, the two of us figure friend no.3 would buy these games, because this here's a good deal. So I say to the kid, "Hey kid-- They're going to give you forty? I'll give you forty one, and in cash, not no store credit shit, neither."

And doesn't that little shitstain clerk start with this, "You have to leave, sir. You can't conduct business in the store" horseshit? So turned to him and said, "Hey you little fucker. Yeah, you. Do you have any idea how much fucking money I drop at this place. Huh?!" And I'm up at the counter now, chomping on my half-smoked cigar, and the guy's like, "Sir--" So I keep asking him, and finally he caves and says, "How much sir?"

I dump my game on the counter, take out my cigar, and flip him off with the same hand. "Fuck you, that's how much. I'll go get this at Media Play," muttering "fuck... fucker... shit..." all the way out. And I left. True story. Ineffectual, I know, but funny.

Plus I was having bad thoughts, completely unfounded, of being saddled with games for a system I would never ever ever in a thousand years ever buy myself. Oh yeah, so I go down to Auntie Ann's and get my friend a slushie. I walk by the EB again and there's that kid, he comes out and he says to his parents, "I need more money." and I watch in mortal terror as dad flips out the wallet and hands him a twenty spot. Dad's like, "This better be enough." Kids these days.

If that's the NEW gaming demographic that I'm competing against, then I don't have a prayer.

Your gamehole lets you smoke while in the store?

box wrote:He sounds like a broken picture?

It's a fortune cookie with a little cross inside it and a bible reference.

You can't see it?

Yeah, now I got it. Sorry. Blame Panera Bread's WiFi. Yeah with some upbeat religious message, like "Eat Wheaties!" or something.
Jesus Christ

Wolfman Walt wrote:Your gamehole lets you smoke while in the store?

No way, but I have this habit of walking around with my unlit, half smoked cigars in my mouth still. No one ever bothers to say anything to me. In Boston, at the Cheers museum, was the only place someone asked me to put out an unlit cigar. That clerk was asking for shit, and I told him so. Plus I fucking hate Cheers, especially that douchebag Woodie. He sucked so bad. Frasier's not high on my list, either.

The half flip-off, with cigar in hand, is one of my idiosyncratic flourishes.

Of course, in NY, you can't smoke in restaurants, bars, basically anywhere. It makes travel for me extra special, as I can safely sit in the lobby of a hotel in, say, Ohio, and smoke to my little leaden heart's delight.