Eh, the one player experience might be more interesting since it's not really a fighting game. It just has a two player mode. I'm just speaking from my own personal experience, which is only with versus mode.
Surprised at how much love NUNS is getting. I haven't played since 2, but it had autocombos in it which, among other things, killed it for me. They were ******, but I could get a string of moves to connect and flow by mashing one button and I have seen people play with one person staring at the screen and trying to play and the other one facing the opposite direction with the controller behind his back and the guy not looking that television won two rounds in a row.
Because you like to.
/this guy
I'm going out and buying some mugwort tomorrow. You will dance for me, one day. One day soon.
Black Ranger. There is no specific thing that makes someone good or bad, it's just can you believe they could be the person they're portraying or not when you hear them. Rather it's a combination of everything they do. Every little inflection, the natural timbre of their voice, their pacing and pronunciation. All of it comes down to the fact that when I hear his lines, I feel like it's a dude in a studio reading lines off a sheet of paper and wondering what he's gonna eat for lunch. He doesn't want to be there, he just wants to do the bare minimum to keep his job and that's it.
I have time to actually sleep now, does that mean we'll meet more often?
Other than the fact that I've considered him a fit for his cast role only once?
When'd you come back?
If Johnny Young Bosch is in it, the dub is automatically taking a -15 to all rolls regarding acceptance.
You frown and walk over. There's only way way to deal with Russians, beat them until they stop beating on you. If you try to be nice, they're all trained to see it as a sign of weakness. You're, quite honestly, surprised that a guy who works with the hot chick and speaks such fluent Russian would miss that. So when you walk up, you sit next to her instead of him and punch her in the arm. She grunts and struggles back at you but the being tied up thing works in your favor. Loser tells you to refrain from hitting the prisoner and that you're not savages but just people on two sides of a conflict. You ask him if he's the PR guy, or something. He laughs sheepishly and says that he's not but he does prefer to keep things civil. He repeats it all in Russian. The woman snickers. See? He says that he was raised by a pastor so it's in his nature to just turn the other cheek. It's never been a problem because no one's been able to beat him down yet. You tell that's not how it looks with his partner. She isn't so violent as all that, he says. She likes to rag on him, but only because she expects perfection from everyone and she has to put up with less than that. This boy is so whipped, it's not even funny. Like you haven't seen someone this whipped since you were hired to raid a baseball stadium supposedly filled with assassins and found it filled with nothing but gimps getting beat up by this EGL type chick. You ask him what the safe word is. He laughs and says that she seems to stop when he says, "I've got work to do." Miss Spetznaz seems to have calmed down a bit. Like she isn't looking for a weapon anymore. Calmed or resigned, you're not actually sure. Whichever way it actually is, she's looking at you two with a more puzzled than angry expression than she was about a minute ago. You ask if she's interested in talking, too. She turns her head away and grumbles something. She understands English. If you're honest with yourself, as nice as the Americans are being to you right now, you're in much the same position as Miss Spetznaz until you can prove to them that you're really just an eccentric traveler or escape. You should... [] Laugh it off and continue your conversation. [] Escape. [] Take another nap.
Never knew you were older than me.
She blinks at you. Then she turns to her partner and starts berating him again and hitting him. Wow, what a doormat. You understand that you'd probably be one too if that chick were your partner given how kill-y she can get, but come on man, have some pride. It's at this point that the henpecked little guy looks over to you and asks if you remember what the person you were sleeping on looked like. You shrug and say you were sleeping. Before he has a chance to slap the palm of his hand to his forehead the hot chick does it for him, except to the back of his head and with a disgruntled sounding sigh. As much as you'd love to help some more and witness more trouble in paradise you're gonna have to get off this train somehow and you're not exactly liking the idea of asking them for permission. So, you choose a different tact. You offer to help the chick's partner go look for the MIA sleepshoulder. The hot chick smirks at you ans says that you guys will be staying put and she'll be checking the rest of the train since her partner not only missed Miss Spetznaz but also a civy. Loser starts to try to defend himself but ends up just mumbling something that she ignores. You can't help but feel for the guy. Without another word you and Loser are watching her leave and you're enjoying yourself more than you should. Snowflake would probably call you a pig and Shotty would tell you to hit that. You wish that all your friends got along better and didn't want to kill each other. Loser says that you two should probably get acquainted or something since that's the polite thing to do. You say that your friends all call you Safety First, because you were the helmet. He says his name is Guy and the loser thing is a homograph of his last name. He says that he's technically not supposed to tell you his name, but since he's not important it'll slide. You suppose Loser is an okay guy after all. Maybe Doormat would suit him better? Around this time, both of you notice Miss Spetznaz is waking up. Loser asks her if she's alright in English and again in fluent Russian without missing a beat. She spits in his face. He smiles courteously and wipes it off with a handkerchief. He then puts her up on one of the empty seats and sits across from her. He motions you over. What do you do?
If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.
After December 2012.
After you finish telling your story the hot chick is smiling a little. She's clearly the type who doesn't really smile when she's happy so much as when she's amused; even then, she's hard to amuse. But she seems to have taken enough of a liking to you to make good on her word to not kill you, at least not now. It seems she's also extending the same mercy to the Russian agent you brought in. Though, you get to remain unbound and she is trussed up tighter than a Japanese schoolgirl in one of those AV's you've seen on the internet. Better her than you. The hot chick asks why you call her Snowflake, it wasn't explained in the story, and she is just too curious now. You explain that it's a somewhat rude nickname that another mutual acquaintance came up with and you use it because she refuses to tell anyone her real name. You feel like referring to people by pseudonym is just too impersonal and that it's better to call them something that's their own, something that isn't just borrowed for a bit. The hot chick actually laughs at you this time. She says that you remind her of her good for nothing partner. Too sentimental to be in the business of killing people. You tell her that you're not in the business of killing people. She smiles again and tells you not to lie. She tells you that you're going to be treated as a noncombatant this time, but if she sees you again in other circumstances she has more than enough orders to justify killing you and dumping the body in the nearest river. You ask her why the special treatment this time. She shrugs and says that you're a very pretty person and that she'd rather not. At this moment her good for nothing partner shows up. She starts calling him a loser and telling him that he was supposed to evacuate all the normal riders at the last stop. He explains in the way that a doormat explains to a boot that he must have missed one person in your car because he was in a rush. You remember that there was the person you were sleeping on, too. You should... [] Speak up. [] Stay quiet.
If you don't get a 5 you should quit English forever because an engineer did better than you.
Comedians do the same bit in every city during a tour. Think of it as the "Dead Chicks and Doujins Tour", feat. Juki Noen.
You can already tell that running isn't an option. She's probably out of bullets and she'll definitely finish the Russian chick before you if you get out now but you're on a train and a mangled leg. By the same token, you aren't going to fight someone who just completely trashed a spec-ops bear-man. So you ask her to kindly answer you again. You repeat your questions, slowly this time. Simple stuff like, "Who are you?", "What are you doing here?", "When did all this get started?", "Where are we anyway?", "Why are you looking at me like that?" and the classic, "How you doin'?" She frowns at you and takes a step forward like she's about to try and gut you. You lean back and draw your gun. She shouldn't be able to get it away from you at this distance. You smile and tell her that she's being rather impatient. She stops and begins to answer your questions. Apparently she's just another government spook who's looking for a certain confidential item since this morning when she and her little playmates boarded the train to get back to civilization with said confidential item. She was also apparently born with that look and is doing fine. She may be hot, but she's a total killjoy. You ask her if she's aware of that. She says she's made it as a point of pride. You tell her that that part of her she reminds you of Snowflake. When she asks what you mean, you sit down in the nearest seat, holster your gun and motion that you want her to sit next to you. She frowns and puts away her knives. She says that from one incredibly gorgeous person to another, she probably wasn't going to kill you anyway. You thank her for that and begin recounting one of your favorite stories. The story of the first time you met Snowflake. [] Do the time warp. [] Be the first girl. [] Be yourself.
I hope you also see the complete aptness of your thread title.
