Here's how 13-2 went. "Let's take everything people complained about in the first game, and do the polar opposite of that for this one." Serah wasn't a playable character? BAM, Serah is one of the only two playable characters. Not enough NPCs? BAM, Feckin NPCs all up in this byotch. Game too linear? BAM, clusterfeck of a storyline. Leveling up too much like FFX? BAM, GLHF trying to figure out how to get max stats. Vanille's accent fake? BAM, you're an idiot, it was real the whole time, but we took her out of all but 2 minutes of the game. Playable Black protagonist? BAM, he only shows up for 45 seconds of cut-scene. Battle system too enjoyable? BAM, we took away your ability to do a full tri-paradigm system. Not enough stupid BS to do? BAM monster collecting. Summoning too OP? BAM, now your summoning is reduced to monster collecting. Not enough side quests? BAM, the entire game feels like side quests. Not enough Liam O'Brien? BAM, he's going to make sex with your ears for half the game. Not enough annoying characters? BAM, Chocolina. Game too long? BAM, cut the play time in half. Characters deal too much damage? BAM, max damage is 1/3 in the game, have fun feeling like you're underpowered after the transition. Serah not your favorite character? BAM, feck you. Serah IS your favorite character? BAM, feck you, too. Not enough mention of the word "Paradox"? BAM, every 15 fecking seconds.
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TL;DR - I took 12 aspirin and now I think I might be dying.
I'm glad more people are coming out as having liked it. When the reviews dropped I think a lot of people were afraid to say it was good, lest they be bombarded with arguments on the contrary. It really does go to show how heavily the social desirability bias is entrenched in the review scene.
PrefaceIt was a lonely evening for SynK, his mind clouded by the beginning tincture of a headache, he needed something, anything, to quell the storm that would soon besiege his mind. "I think I'll take some aspirin." //He said to his cat, though he felt his words did not affect her, mayhaps because she did not care, mayhaps because she did not hear him, mayhaps because she was a cat and could not understand the complexities of human tongue. However, he knew nobody else would listen, nobody else would care, but most importantly, nobody else was home. He reached for the bottle of generic, over the counter pain killers; acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffiene, a typical elixir used for curing the ails of mild pain."How many should I take?"//He wondered to himself, scanning the side of the bottle for directions. "Curse these blasted instructions!" //He exasperatedly proclaimed to nobody in particular. "They always bury the dosage in the middle of a labyrinth of minuscule text , do these fools not realize that the furthest thing from a person's desire, whilst a headache besets them, is to be forced to read text no larger than a louse?!"//Frustrated by the complexity of the written word, he at last manages to locate the recommended draugt."A congeries of two, how foreseeable. But alas, the weave of mine mind is that of introversion, how vastly difficile to sedate is the chemistry of my encephalon."//He cries out in anguish."Ah, but of great fortuitous happenstance, I have conceived of a remedy for this inevasible quandary."//Proclaimed he, filled exuberance."I shall augment the quantities cataloged before me! Oh, joyous fortune! Many men will write verse of this day!"//With the voracity of a famished lioness, he cleaved the vial of potion en twixt, exposing the amalgam of medicinal intent."Twice, no, thrice, nay! Six fold, shall I increase the allotment! Forsooth, this shall cure mine ails!"//Having the wherewithal to endure such a task set before him, he poured himself a tankard of juice from a native citrus fruit, and ingurgitated the lot in one fell stroke!"For the measure of my mettle shall be declared in terms of grandeur from this day, henceforth!"//Exclaimeth he, the very vision of a stalwart hero. However, unbeknownst to him, was his downfall to come, soon thereafter."Lol guys, I'm really light-headed."
I liked Ambrams' Trek, but I have to agree with the Plinkett review, who goes on to say it's "Science Fantasy" rather than science fiction, and I think that fits. Doesn't mean it's a bad movie, but much like Resident Evil 5, which sucked as a horror game but was a dastardly good action game, it all depends on how you approach it, and what you expect of it. Also, I get all of my opinions from other sources, so please treat me as such in the future.
Bayformers is to mechs as Abrams Trek is to Sci-Fi. As in not really much at all.
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Did they up it from 2? I think it was only 2 last I knew. It used to be 5.
Both are euphemisms.
It's sad that at my age, sleepovers only have only one real purpose.
Is baiting people into being "typical men" on an internet forum a worthy cause for feminism?
Well, it's too late now, we're doing this thing, though, I'm kind of tired, can we skip most of the BS and just go right to the part where I compare you to hitler?
Step 1. Care about your future and the future of humanity. Step 2. Read Step 1 until you actually do.
I was on your side, but okay. Can we have an internet argument now?
Compare breast sizes. Post pics. We can judge.
In other news, Kardashians still popular and teenagers still complain about getting the wrong color iPhone for christmas. Wake me up when "good" and "popular" aren't inversely proportionate.
If by "Different" you mean "Significantly Less" then, yes. Though, Dat Gravity Rush.. Also, I would have accepted "None".
Lurk Moar That shet is delicious. But you can't beat bourbon.
