Thursday 19 April 2012

Killing Sprees Can Be Fun

So the other night, after working in the tavern for a few days and earning enough money to buy a very nice, very large, very lethal hammer, I decided that I would kill the first person I saw.  This happened to be a woman who had a white heart above her head, meaning that she quite liked me and, given enough wooing, would probably have accepted a proposal of marriage.  I bludgeoned her for a while (she was a tough old bird) and then the guards came along.  I bludgeoned them; I shot them; I even managed to kick one of them.  More came (isn't it always the way?), forcing me to break-and-enter the house of a family - naturally they had to die too (witnesses), resulting in yet more guards.
All told, I had amassed a fine of several tens-of-thousands of gold coins; nearly a solid week of community service; 7 counts of resisting arrest and 11 murders.  My popularity had plummeted; I was called some very unfortunate names; and people stopped loving me.
I decided not to save.
Everybody loves me again.

Monday 16 April 2012

Fable Fables

Having completed Tomb Raider 2 for the second time, I have finally waved goodbye to classic 90's video games.  I'm sure I will revisit before the year is out, but in the mean time I have begun my epic quest in Fable 2.
I have never played this game before but it id fair to say that I absolutely love it.  It is almost (dare I say it) a better version of FF7.  So far,  I have taught my dog some tricks (my in-game dog named after my real-life dog - it's that bad already!), farted at a lot of people and been affianced to an alchemist (he has since had second thoughts and jilted me.  I wouldn't mind so much, but he was given my best ring).
I began the game very morally; not stealing or robbing.  Now, if I can get away with it, I do (and I get away with a lot!).  I accidentally killed a villager before pillaging the cart that I assumed he had overturned.  Turns out it was a group of bandits a little further along and this villager was merely scavenging.  Ah well, I like to think I was smiting-by-proxy.
A little more disturbing is my initiation into the Order of the Temple of Shadows - a dark cult who enjoy ritual human sacrifice and frequent maiming of innocents (Poker night is Friday).  Having gained acceptance by the ingestation of five living chicks, I thought I was there merely for the scenery however, I have since led a harmless villager to be sacrificed in a horrible way.  Still, it was only the one... and nobody saw me... and I did sell the robes I was given as a start-up gift...