Alright, You're bleeding all over the damn place and you need to stop that before you straight up die. You're no medic, but you know a thing or two about patching yourself up. In your inventory, there's a combat knife and a lighter. You know you've got some Everclear in the minifridge so you reach over and snatch that out. You then take two lengths of the rope and tie them above and below the wound. After getting a look at it, you see that it's a flesh wound, clean and not too deep. Bullet slid right through without leaving any shrapnel. You kind of start shouting angrily while you clean out the wound and bandage it up nice and tight. Should be fine until you can get it to a doctor. Alright, next thing you do is rummage around your room until you find some gloves. Then you grab the peacemaker, make sure it's loaded and drop a round into the guy's head at a suicide angle. Then you put the gun in his hand. It's sloppy work, but it'll do in these parts. Now you've gotta clear out your stuff and burn the place down. You kind of wish you could get the peacemaker to Snowflake, she's a fan of pistols also, but she already has one at least. After a couple trips you have everything all nice and stacked up outside the house. Then you dump the rest of the Everclear and whatever other alcohol and gas you've got stashed in strategic locations and light it up. About half an hour later you have all your stuff packed up like you brought it and a rinkydink little ambulance is ready to take you away while the local firefighters do their thing. They don't ask many questions since they don't speak English or Spanish too well and you don't speak Vietnamese too well. At the "hospital" they tell you that you did a good job and redo everything a cleaner and prettier. Then they tell you to pay up and get out. You don't fight over that. Not much else to do but put on some pants and hop on out of this dumb country. Leave by... [] Train. [] Plane. [] Walk it.
Engarde!
You decide to take a moment out of your day to look through your wardrobe. You've got several pairs of pants hanging in your face, a box of six vintage pineapple grenades to your right that you were planning on giving to Snowflake, you know how she likes Vietnam era weaponry, a rubber mallet, some plastic bags, a roll of duct tape, cotton fiber rope, a reciprocating saw, your AK-47 (currently jammed(like it's ever not(you need to sell that thing))) and that seems to be about all. Well, shit. You're not about to be the rude ass who uses a gift to defend yourself. Especially not when it's for a girl. You are feel chivalrous today. So your options are narrowed to shaking the AK until it works and throwing pants at them it seems. Okay, that shot was pretty close. Maybe they're walking closer already. You check quickly (Hint: They are.) If they're closer... You already wore a shirt as pants today, balls gonna be smashing through those walls. As the two guards are about to turn the corner and fill you with lead, you toss the mallet out and then club the closer of them with the AK. Before the second can raise his gun again you've got yours to his face. You tell him that he can take his co-worker and leave if he wants to live. Their employer is likely dead or dying and corpses don't pay much. He seems to be thinking, to which you respond by offering to clean up the body before the authorities get there. His face goes from thoughtful to panicked at the mention of cops. You said you called them in the closet and they'll be here within the hour. Bullshit, but believable. He grabs the other guy slaps him until he comes to and then walks out with him. That was... easy? Well, your vest needs some replacing with the couple of rounds that got embedded in it and you need to tend to the hole in your leg you're only just now noticing. Other than that, you're cool. Vacation's over, you decide to... [] Tend to your leg first. [] Call the ambulance for real. [] Double tap.
Maybe I was being sarcastic?
He's being sarcastic.
There, I fixed it for you.
Folklore. I know I voted for other stuff, but Folklore. Should have had some platforming and shit in my opinion, but it's still solid and it's one of the great tragedies of our day that it's not getting a spiritual successor.
It's not a prejudgement. There is direct evidence of this. Call of Duty. Final Fantasy. Resident Evil. Mario Party. Metal Gear Solid. There are tons of games that are only made because their predecessors sold well. They have no business existing in their own right, but from a sales perspective they need to exist because this is a business. Businesses are to make money, customer satisfaction and opinions are numbers in an equation. That is not an exaggeration, I've been tested on this. Yes, they take customer surveys and take criticisms e-mailed directly to them, that's part of the PDP (product development process), it's step eight, tracking the product through the market and seeing how it is received. Those go right in the equation like I said. But forum posts on rinkydink little fansites? No. No one looks at those. Those are worthless. That doesn't get numbers. So your argument is invalid, you are not more enlightened than anyone. Deal with it. The development team isn't autonomous. They are a part of the business. They answer to someone and more importantly, their timetable, resources and concepts have to conform with the money's standpoint. If the money says, no, they can't argue that. They have to go with what the money says. Psychonauts didn't get a sequel. It was a failure. Quality and success are not even slightly correlated. Sometimes they coincide, but public opinion and quality aren't buddies. I know for a fact that I'm just raging at being required to pay to work for a company that I resent in order to graduate, but you're still wrong. You're acting like the outliers are the norm and you're acting like we need to be optimistic rather than trying to take what we do have control over and try to change things. I'm done. Good night.
It really isn't designed to be scary though. There's some stuff, I guess, but really no more than many other sci-fi shooters of the era.
They rent a copy or prejudge. Also, this system isn't in place to help the buyer. It's not in place because it makes sense, it's just how it happens to work.
►► Centerpoint: Origin Bench (restores confidence)
Wrong. Do you know who is never going to see/care about any of these posts? The dev team, the marketing team, the guys upstairs in management, etc. Constructive criticism is what you give someone when you are directly critiquing their work. It is more than sufficient to just point out failings and successes of a given piece when all you're doing is expressing an opinion. You may tell me that the publishers and developers won't know what to do if no one says it. No, it's called voting with your money. That's the only thing they care about and the only true criticism you are going to make as a normal buyer. If you buy it you are saying everything is perfect and you wouldn't change a thing and if you don't buy it you're saying you want something else. That is the sad truth of the matter. You don't get middle ground with the only opinion they care about, the only one that matters. And then alternatives? Why? What does that accomplish? Nothing. There is no equivalent, there is only this particular game and your feelings on it. I could tell you, I thought Skyrim played like cheap plastic and then tell you to play Valkyria Chronicles. That's an alternative with much better gameplay, it's also not at all relevant.
SHE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU.
Nyanners is a VA from /a/, she does this type of thing all the time.
You tell him to calm his manbreasts and think about it for a second. You are on the ground, wearing heavy body armor and a shirt around your legs. No matter how he looks at it, this is too silly to happen. You suggest that he at least do you the courtesy of letting you die or get hauled off or whatever it is he plans to do, without looking like a friggin' aspy. He scoffs (from the right, about five feet away now (soft footsteps, bro)) and tells you that he's going to kill you and you're going to look like an aspy. After all, you made him look like he was having a stroke when he found out you blew up his house, his third wife and his money. Welp, Plan B. You start rolling like you've never rolled before and let you tell yourself, you have rolled in your time. You hear a gunshot and feel the lead (amateur) dig into your vest half a second before you feel your torso roll over his legs. He falls back with about the grace you'd expect from a business man. With no time to lose you get to your feet-- well, knees. Good enough. From there you proceed to notice the two armed guards just outside your door looking an awful lot like they just got in and are shooting at you and a bloody mark on your desk where his head cracked open. One down. You launch yourself into your closet as fast as possible and manage to ditch the lame busted record shirt. From there you get your peep on those guys out from your concealment, no, it is not cover, and notice that they're missing you by a wide margin. Score! So you now have like five seconds to... [] Check your inventory. [] Check your closet.
Except for Ienzo has been taking care of that section since I left. You just got the only GA deal I got rather than some real responsibility... I'm sure they trust you.
Work out by deleting posts. That's how I reigned for all of two seconds. Also, just realized you're in the section I used to cover.
wutsahp Mahk?
I gave you turtles time.
get out u matherfahker
