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Wednesday, November 26, 2014
My thoughts on lords of shadow 2's plot
Gabriel belmont is dead
that was to me, the running theme of los1, the idea that gabriel belmont was expendable, that he was little more than a tool being used by forces he himself scarce comprehended.
in castlevania lords of shadow, you play as gabriel belmont, the eponymous first of his lineage, a belmont who, in many ways, is a combination of many belmonts and even vampire hunters (see van helsing for the most obvious inspiration) but still very much not a hero.
in the opening we get a taste of who gabriel belmont was through his combat, he was rough, violent, vicious, he dominated and destroyed the werewolves who plagued the small town he was defending.
in fact, his fighting style was so extreme that the villagers themselves almost turned on him out of fear once the werewolf siege had ended.
but who was gabriel belmont really?
anger, violence, the thirst for vengeance, but not vengeance against a single monster or sinner, but against all who he perceived as evil.
we begin to understand that gabriel is not a subtle or understanding person, he's violent, angry, and he likes to group the objects of his hate together indifferently, killing those who attack him, throttling those who annoy him.
he was also blatantly racist, as seen when he spoke to cornell "I am on desecrated land, and you, and those of your clan, do not deserve to live!"
the immediate "writing off" of an entire species in that one statement alone showed that gabriel had no compassion for werewolves, the majority of which were victims of a plague created by the dark lord.
victims. gabriel didn't care, in his mind they were evil and they were going to die.
he held vampires and ghouls in the same contempt and was not above killing innocents if it served his ends, take for example the fairy subweapon, every time gabriel used them, they'd die. hell he could kill them himself if he imbued them with light magic.
the self-centered "discard those who aid you" theme with the fairies was brought in shortly after gabriel had unwittingly killed claudia in his sleep and was forced to face the black knight, furthering his confusion and feeding a rage that would one day consume him entirely.
along his journey gabriel becomes increasingly vile in his actions, when he hears that an abbot went insane and abandoned his people, instead of trying to reason the abbot's madness and helping the man out of the prison he made for himself, gabriel immediately condemns his actions, despite being told that it was only due to the abbot going mad with terror, and takes the relic while abandoning him to die in the abbey he holed himself up in.
later on zobek himself begins to marvel at just how brutal and violent gabriel has become, impressed by his hate-filled determination to end all evil.
it isn't until the fight with pan that we see just how far his conviction to defeat evil runs, when he faces pan, fighting the old god to the death and impaling him on his own silver wings.
instead of apologizing, he demands to know "why did you make me fight you?" as though he had no self control, that he was going to kill anyone who stood in his way, and that pan's death wasn't his fault, but rather, it was pan's for throwing himself in gabriel's path.
this "I am destroying evil, all who stand in my path are wicked" mentality begins to evolve into something far worse at this point.
let's not even begin to revisit the fact that he aids a witch who openly admits to killing members of his own brotherhood and eating them without batting an eye, just to get the help he needs.
gabriel belmont was a proud, vain being who hungered for destruction and death but wouldn't immediately take that last step and embrace it.
when speaking to death's impostor, the necromancer laughs at him, stating that "we are the same, you and I! you revel in death!" to which gabriel merely replies "You will not stop me!" Not "You're wrong! I am a hero! i am a force for god!" no, it was "You will not stop me!" you won't stand in my way, you won't even begin to slow the murder train.
of course the necromancer even admits it himself, going so far as to summon a dracolich that gabriel kills to prove the point.
when zobek finally confronts gabriel belmont with "well done! I see you have united the powers...excellent!" gabriel replies with "let's put an end to this, once and for all."
right here gabriel's visage changes to one almost hungry, as though he's fully prepared to kill zobek, expecting a challenge from him, almost as though he knew zobek was going to betray him, albeit for reasons based on zobek being a member of the brotherhood of light, whereas gabriel fell from their graces in secret.
however, when zobek pulls a zobek and turns into death, killing gabriel after revealing to him that every dark impulse he's enacted has been largely due to gabriel's influence, we see that gabriel feels genuinely upset before he dies.
because he finds out that he killed his own wife.
then gabby dies, zobek gets a zobek of his own pulled by satan, and gabriel returns to life as an angel to fight him (no, really, the game over tip screen outright says that gabriel is an angel at that point)
Satan, upon realizing gabriel has returned to life, immediately sees the value in having one such as him serving under him, any man that could kill the lords of shadow with such power and determination must be formidable indeed.
when gabriel refuses and cites god's love and forgiveness, satan is understandably outraged because it seems like the height of hypocrisy coming from one who was about to kill an elder of the brotherhood of light not mere moments ago.
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the two fight, gabriel wins and god marks gabriel belmont as his chosen one, gabriel even gets to put on the god mask and finds out, to his horror, that this whole nightmarish quest, the whole goddamned thing, was just a sick lie cooked up by zobek.
there was never any prophecy to make him god's chosen one, god rewarded him with that role of his own accord based on gabriel's sudden increase in devotion, and indeed, at that moment when he fought satan, he had truly become a holy being.
when he found out that his human life had been returned and he'd be forced to live in repentance, he was understandably depressed that he wouldn't be able to share it with the woman he loved, but grudgingly, when the vampire laura called him to castlevania for aid, he resolved to do exactly that.
it was all he had really.
but laura had other plans, and she revealed that a near-godlike creature was about to be unleashed, the forgotten one, and after spending much time in the castle alongside laura and pitying the poor chibi-vampiress, he's finally told the cruel truth.
he has no choice but to save the world, and the only way to enter the forgotten one's prison and do exactly that is by taking laura's life, drinking all of her blood and becoming a vampire himself.
this sickening realization comes with another epiphany
god set him up for this.
he was the only one who'd have even been remotely capable of killing the forgotten one, he was the only one who could have made it to the prison at all.
and if he just let the beast free or waited for assistance, the forgotten one would be freed and the world he'd promised marie he'd help save would die.
and with marie's memory most evident on his thoughts, gabriel belmont commits the horrible act of killing a child-vampire and enters the prison.
it's at this point that gabriel is understandably furious, not only with laura, but with god, god who put him through this, his just reward for saving the world and even volunteering to save it a second time is to be forced into a situation where he had to discard the humanity he'd been told to preserve?
in gabriel's mind, god's sin had been committed, the betrayal enacted, and this demon he'd been put in the same prison with would be his first prey as the vampire lord dracula.
this demon would bear the unimaginable weight of gabriel's fury, and it would literally beg for mercy before he ended it.
he even says as much upon their first meeting, his words boiling over with unbared wrath as he shouts at the creature: "Enough talk! have at you!"
the forgotten one, shortly after their first confrontation, is genuinely impressed with the newborn vampire's prowess and even admits that it now holds him in a new respect.
once it makes its escape, gabriel trails it, always four feet behind it, in one of the most imposing stalker sequences imaginable, dracula is always at the fiend's side, shadowing its movements, remaining in its blind spots, waiting for the moment when it would have to weaken itself by unlocking the doors to its prison and striking.
finally he finishes the creature off, skinning it alive and cutting it in half after absorbing its near-godlike power.
and then gabriel, staring at his cross, this symbol he's carried with him, staring right at the emblem of his god, crushes it in a blind rage and enters castlevania and the real world, leaving its broken fragments behind, along with his faith in god.
thus, becoming the dracula of the lords of shadow series.
Los is followed shortly by mirror of fate, where you play as the belmonts who were hidden from gabriel because (surprise) god and fate had indeed set gabriel up, as had the brotherhood, and the prophecy he'd been fulfilling was one that would turn him into god's opposite, the prince of darkness.
mirror of fate faces gabriel with not only the betrayal of the brotherhood, but that of his own wife, the last remaining pillar of his humanity which crumbles by the time simon faces him.
it also shows that there was one remaining pillar, his own son, whom he turns into a vampire after killing him, having done so without knowing trevor's true identity until the last moment.
with his son returned from the grave, dracula desperately tries to convince him to join, but when alucard refuses, gabriel goes mad with fury and decides to just say "to hell with all of it"
and the theme of mirror of fate is made painfully clear.
"Dracula is here to stay."
Dracula, the main antagonist of castlevania and the protagonist of the lords canon, ain't going anywhere.
lords of shadow 2 carries this out rather well, making you think that gabriel might want redemption or eternal peace, then turning the tables by reminding you from the outset that "dracula is here to stay."
dracula, lord of darkness, ain't going anywhere.
lords of shadow 2 has one twist however, one that does "redeem" dracula and put an end to the madness of his quest for vengeance, during his time in the dream castle he's faced with pieces of his own humanity that roam the castle as apparitions of his past, namely young trevor, the physical love he has for his son.
whenever dracula has to enter the castle or leave, it's his love for his son turned white wolf who guides him.
whenever dracula is making a crucial decision, it's because his love for his son made manifest inspired it.
and it's here that dracula as a character becomes fully realized, because in castlevania, dracula always held love for his son, and it's this theme that carries on within lords of shadow 2 as dracula's only redeeming quality, one that even prompted him to forgive marie for her betrayal.
but is dracula truly redeemed?
No, he's never going to serve god again, but he's not going to hate him for all eternity either.
if los1 and MoF were the death of gabriel belmont, lords of shadow 2 are dracula's coming to terms with the parts of his heart he'd thought long dead and regaining enough of a semblance of humanity that he will no longer plague mankind as the ultimate evil.
he may no longer serve god, but he will serve mankind, if only for his son's sake.
but in the end, dracula is here to stay.
and that's really all that needs to be said, every part of lords of shadow 2, dracula's character is already mostly developed. However, as seen in the various encounters with creatures of the night from his disregard for his servants, his conflict with the castle, his fights with the children of satan, it's all about one thing.
Burying Gabriel Belmont's memory and making Dracula as a character at least somewhat redeemable.
Gabriel Belmont was, despite his good intentions, a very evil person at his core, zobek even cited him as being "naturally evil" and already holding a terrible darkness within him. his descent into madness as dracula shows this to its extremes. his capacity for evil was so great that even his humanity could scarce contain that already deeply ingrained innate savagery, but instead of being directed at mankind as a belmont, it's directed at anything inhuman.
thus it becomes truly ironic when he becomes the monsters he's fighting, as he's forced to suffer as they had at the hands of "heroes" just like him who have similarly written off the victims that the creatures of the night were.
The game never revisits the atrocities he's committed, glossing them over in bestiaries and descriptions because really, it's ancient history, heavily implied but never needing an expansion.
if we can imagine what classicvania's dracula would do, then we can get a solid idea of what the lord's dracula has already done.
this game isn't about showing how evil he's become, it's about showing how good he can become in those final moments, when all of his reasons for being evil are now gone, when his suffering finally comes to an end.
but is he gabriel belmont?
no, he's merely a heroic version of dracula, no longer the villain, but not quite a true hero.
and so he'll remain that character, the byronic hero, his great hatred for humanity mercifully held in check by his love for his son.
and that's all we really needed from los2, to see an end to his suffering, to see the pain of betrayals and vengeance finally put down, for those were what fueled his evil.
and now that it's over, dracula can finally rebuild what's left of his life in peace, but again, it's implied, never stated.
why?
because we may see him again, or we may not, the ending was left ambiguous because dracula can be the hero and the villain now, he has both choices and equally good reasons to become both.
in a way, it's the perfect ending because it's subjective to how we perceive the character, do we see gabriel belmont or lord dracula? depending on how you view him, the ending can be taken two different ways.
what is known is that he'll rule the world, but in what sense?
perhaps it's best left to the imagination.
that was to me, the running theme of los1, the idea that gabriel belmont was expendable, that he was little more than a tool being used by forces he himself scarce comprehended.
in castlevania lords of shadow, you play as gabriel belmont, the eponymous first of his lineage, a belmont who, in many ways, is a combination of many belmonts and even vampire hunters (see van helsing for the most obvious inspiration) but still very much not a hero.
in the opening we get a taste of who gabriel belmont was through his combat, he was rough, violent, vicious, he dominated and destroyed the werewolves who plagued the small town he was defending.
in fact, his fighting style was so extreme that the villagers themselves almost turned on him out of fear once the werewolf siege had ended.
but who was gabriel belmont really?
anger, violence, the thirst for vengeance, but not vengeance against a single monster or sinner, but against all who he perceived as evil.
we begin to understand that gabriel is not a subtle or understanding person, he's violent, angry, and he likes to group the objects of his hate together indifferently, killing those who attack him, throttling those who annoy him.
he was also blatantly racist, as seen when he spoke to cornell "I am on desecrated land, and you, and those of your clan, do not deserve to live!"
the immediate "writing off" of an entire species in that one statement alone showed that gabriel had no compassion for werewolves, the majority of which were victims of a plague created by the dark lord.
victims. gabriel didn't care, in his mind they were evil and they were going to die.
he held vampires and ghouls in the same contempt and was not above killing innocents if it served his ends, take for example the fairy subweapon, every time gabriel used them, they'd die. hell he could kill them himself if he imbued them with light magic.
the self-centered "discard those who aid you" theme with the fairies was brought in shortly after gabriel had unwittingly killed claudia in his sleep and was forced to face the black knight, furthering his confusion and feeding a rage that would one day consume him entirely.
along his journey gabriel becomes increasingly vile in his actions, when he hears that an abbot went insane and abandoned his people, instead of trying to reason the abbot's madness and helping the man out of the prison he made for himself, gabriel immediately condemns his actions, despite being told that it was only due to the abbot going mad with terror, and takes the relic while abandoning him to die in the abbey he holed himself up in.
later on zobek himself begins to marvel at just how brutal and violent gabriel has become, impressed by his hate-filled determination to end all evil.
it isn't until the fight with pan that we see just how far his conviction to defeat evil runs, when he faces pan, fighting the old god to the death and impaling him on his own silver wings.
instead of apologizing, he demands to know "why did you make me fight you?" as though he had no self control, that he was going to kill anyone who stood in his way, and that pan's death wasn't his fault, but rather, it was pan's for throwing himself in gabriel's path.
this "I am destroying evil, all who stand in my path are wicked" mentality begins to evolve into something far worse at this point.
let's not even begin to revisit the fact that he aids a witch who openly admits to killing members of his own brotherhood and eating them without batting an eye, just to get the help he needs.
gabriel belmont was a proud, vain being who hungered for destruction and death but wouldn't immediately take that last step and embrace it.
when speaking to death's impostor, the necromancer laughs at him, stating that "we are the same, you and I! you revel in death!" to which gabriel merely replies "You will not stop me!" Not "You're wrong! I am a hero! i am a force for god!" no, it was "You will not stop me!" you won't stand in my way, you won't even begin to slow the murder train.
of course the necromancer even admits it himself, going so far as to summon a dracolich that gabriel kills to prove the point.
when zobek finally confronts gabriel belmont with "well done! I see you have united the powers...excellent!" gabriel replies with "let's put an end to this, once and for all."
right here gabriel's visage changes to one almost hungry, as though he's fully prepared to kill zobek, expecting a challenge from him, almost as though he knew zobek was going to betray him, albeit for reasons based on zobek being a member of the brotherhood of light, whereas gabriel fell from their graces in secret.
however, when zobek pulls a zobek and turns into death, killing gabriel after revealing to him that every dark impulse he's enacted has been largely due to gabriel's influence, we see that gabriel feels genuinely upset before he dies.
because he finds out that he killed his own wife.
then gabby dies, zobek gets a zobek of his own pulled by satan, and gabriel returns to life as an angel to fight him (no, really, the game over tip screen outright says that gabriel is an angel at that point)
Satan, upon realizing gabriel has returned to life, immediately sees the value in having one such as him serving under him, any man that could kill the lords of shadow with such power and determination must be formidable indeed.
when gabriel refuses and cites god's love and forgiveness, satan is understandably outraged because it seems like the height of hypocrisy coming from one who was about to kill an elder of the brotherhood of light not mere moments ago.
the two fight, gabriel wins and god marks gabriel belmont as his chosen one, gabriel even gets to put on the god mask and finds out, to his horror, that this whole nightmarish quest, the whole goddamned thing, was just a sick lie cooked up by zobek.
there was never any prophecy to make him god's chosen one, god rewarded him with that role of his own accord based on gabriel's sudden increase in devotion, and indeed, at that moment when he fought satan, he had truly become a holy being.
when he found out that his human life had been returned and he'd be forced to live in repentance, he was understandably depressed that he wouldn't be able to share it with the woman he loved, but grudgingly, when the vampire laura called him to castlevania for aid, he resolved to do exactly that.
it was all he had really.
but laura had other plans, and she revealed that a near-godlike creature was about to be unleashed, the forgotten one, and after spending much time in the castle alongside laura and pitying the poor chibi-vampiress, he's finally told the cruel truth.
he has no choice but to save the world, and the only way to enter the forgotten one's prison and do exactly that is by taking laura's life, drinking all of her blood and becoming a vampire himself.
this sickening realization comes with another epiphany
god set him up for this.
he was the only one who'd have even been remotely capable of killing the forgotten one, he was the only one who could have made it to the prison at all.
and if he just let the beast free or waited for assistance, the forgotten one would be freed and the world he'd promised marie he'd help save would die.
and with marie's memory most evident on his thoughts, gabriel belmont commits the horrible act of killing a child-vampire and enters the prison.
it's at this point that gabriel is understandably furious, not only with laura, but with god, god who put him through this, his just reward for saving the world and even volunteering to save it a second time is to be forced into a situation where he had to discard the humanity he'd been told to preserve?
in gabriel's mind, god's sin had been committed, the betrayal enacted, and this demon he'd been put in the same prison with would be his first prey as the vampire lord dracula.
this demon would bear the unimaginable weight of gabriel's fury, and it would literally beg for mercy before he ended it.
he even says as much upon their first meeting, his words boiling over with unbared wrath as he shouts at the creature: "Enough talk! have at you!"
the forgotten one, shortly after their first confrontation, is genuinely impressed with the newborn vampire's prowess and even admits that it now holds him in a new respect.
once it makes its escape, gabriel trails it, always four feet behind it, in one of the most imposing stalker sequences imaginable, dracula is always at the fiend's side, shadowing its movements, remaining in its blind spots, waiting for the moment when it would have to weaken itself by unlocking the doors to its prison and striking.
finally he finishes the creature off, skinning it alive and cutting it in half after absorbing its near-godlike power.
and then gabriel, staring at his cross, this symbol he's carried with him, staring right at the emblem of his god, crushes it in a blind rage and enters castlevania and the real world, leaving its broken fragments behind, along with his faith in god.
thus, becoming the dracula of the lords of shadow series.
Los is followed shortly by mirror of fate, where you play as the belmonts who were hidden from gabriel because (surprise) god and fate had indeed set gabriel up, as had the brotherhood, and the prophecy he'd been fulfilling was one that would turn him into god's opposite, the prince of darkness.
mirror of fate faces gabriel with not only the betrayal of the brotherhood, but that of his own wife, the last remaining pillar of his humanity which crumbles by the time simon faces him.
it also shows that there was one remaining pillar, his own son, whom he turns into a vampire after killing him, having done so without knowing trevor's true identity until the last moment.
with his son returned from the grave, dracula desperately tries to convince him to join, but when alucard refuses, gabriel goes mad with fury and decides to just say "to hell with all of it"
and the theme of mirror of fate is made painfully clear.
"Dracula is here to stay."
Dracula, the main antagonist of castlevania and the protagonist of the lords canon, ain't going anywhere.
lords of shadow 2 carries this out rather well, making you think that gabriel might want redemption or eternal peace, then turning the tables by reminding you from the outset that "dracula is here to stay."
dracula, lord of darkness, ain't going anywhere.
lords of shadow 2 has one twist however, one that does "redeem" dracula and put an end to the madness of his quest for vengeance, during his time in the dream castle he's faced with pieces of his own humanity that roam the castle as apparitions of his past, namely young trevor, the physical love he has for his son.
whenever dracula has to enter the castle or leave, it's his love for his son turned white wolf who guides him.
whenever dracula is making a crucial decision, it's because his love for his son made manifest inspired it.
and it's here that dracula as a character becomes fully realized, because in castlevania, dracula always held love for his son, and it's this theme that carries on within lords of shadow 2 as dracula's only redeeming quality, one that even prompted him to forgive marie for her betrayal.
but is dracula truly redeemed?
No, he's never going to serve god again, but he's not going to hate him for all eternity either.
if los1 and MoF were the death of gabriel belmont, lords of shadow 2 are dracula's coming to terms with the parts of his heart he'd thought long dead and regaining enough of a semblance of humanity that he will no longer plague mankind as the ultimate evil.
he may no longer serve god, but he will serve mankind, if only for his son's sake.
but in the end, dracula is here to stay.
and that's really all that needs to be said, every part of lords of shadow 2, dracula's character is already mostly developed. However, as seen in the various encounters with creatures of the night from his disregard for his servants, his conflict with the castle, his fights with the children of satan, it's all about one thing.
Burying Gabriel Belmont's memory and making Dracula as a character at least somewhat redeemable.
Gabriel Belmont was, despite his good intentions, a very evil person at his core, zobek even cited him as being "naturally evil" and already holding a terrible darkness within him. his descent into madness as dracula shows this to its extremes. his capacity for evil was so great that even his humanity could scarce contain that already deeply ingrained innate savagery, but instead of being directed at mankind as a belmont, it's directed at anything inhuman.
thus it becomes truly ironic when he becomes the monsters he's fighting, as he's forced to suffer as they had at the hands of "heroes" just like him who have similarly written off the victims that the creatures of the night were.
The game never revisits the atrocities he's committed, glossing them over in bestiaries and descriptions because really, it's ancient history, heavily implied but never needing an expansion.
if we can imagine what classicvania's dracula would do, then we can get a solid idea of what the lord's dracula has already done.
this game isn't about showing how evil he's become, it's about showing how good he can become in those final moments, when all of his reasons for being evil are now gone, when his suffering finally comes to an end.
but is he gabriel belmont?
no, he's merely a heroic version of dracula, no longer the villain, but not quite a true hero.
and so he'll remain that character, the byronic hero, his great hatred for humanity mercifully held in check by his love for his son.
and that's all we really needed from los2, to see an end to his suffering, to see the pain of betrayals and vengeance finally put down, for those were what fueled his evil.
and now that it's over, dracula can finally rebuild what's left of his life in peace, but again, it's implied, never stated.
why?
because we may see him again, or we may not, the ending was left ambiguous because dracula can be the hero and the villain now, he has both choices and equally good reasons to become both.
in a way, it's the perfect ending because it's subjective to how we perceive the character, do we see gabriel belmont or lord dracula? depending on how you view him, the ending can be taken two different ways.
what is known is that he'll rule the world, but in what sense?
perhaps it's best left to the imagination.
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Like a Boss, general gaius
rage inducer and tear jerker at the same time.
noogy deserves a medal for making this boss.
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Gabriel Belmont Combat TRAILER MAD (HD reupload)
an HD reupload with some extra stuff added into it.
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Let's fail play offline dark souls 2, heide's tower of rage
Yay, more offline rape! I LOVE BEING VIOLATED BY GIANT KNIGHTS!!!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
The greatest gouken player of all time: messioldsnake
Perhaps the best gouken player i've ever encountered, this guy does combos during online matches that put most decent players to shame.
he's able to do this because he knows the game outside the game so well, that few if any can hope to stand a chance!
Behold! some of the best gouken gameplay ever seen!
as the brilliant and amazing gamer (not fighting gamer) I approve this amazing awesomeness!
You must defeat him to stand a chance!
he's able to do this because he knows the game outside the game so well, that few if any can hope to stand a chance!
Behold! some of the best gouken gameplay ever seen!
as the brilliant and amazing gamer (not fighting gamer) I approve this amazing awesomeness!
Monday, July 7, 2014
Gouken For Eternity
This guy is what I aspire to in terms of playing any character.
seriously....wow.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Reasons you should look forward to monster hunter 4
Reason number one
it's refreshingly difficult.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but my experience playing monster hunter actually prepared me for the difficulty of dark souls, so only jumpscares and cheap tactics could off me.
it's a hard game that's all about trading blows with precision, know thy enemy or prepare thine anus and all that.
monsters come in different shapes and sizes, but are typically different in very few ways.
slain one giant frog monstertruck of doom, you've slain them all.
reason number two
Ice armored amphibious landshark of rape.
I'm not even joking, perhaps one of the most original, memeworthy monster designs of this era, it's basically a cross between a frog, a shark, an armored tank, and a savage deviljho.
and while fighting it is awesome as an idea, the reality is this thing isn't particularly hard, but boy is it a memorable hunt!
it's also the only source of ice based weaponry in the entire game, so if you plan on hunting zinogre anytime soon, you might wanna get on this.
reason number 3
Riding a Fatalis
it's refreshingly difficult.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but my experience playing monster hunter actually prepared me for the difficulty of dark souls, so only jumpscares and cheap tactics could off me.
it's a hard game that's all about trading blows with precision, know thy enemy or prepare thine anus and all that.
monsters come in different shapes and sizes, but are typically different in very few ways.
slain one giant frog monstertruck of doom, you've slain them all.
reason number two
Ice armored amphibious landshark of rape.
and while fighting it is awesome as an idea, the reality is this thing isn't particularly hard, but boy is it a memorable hunt!
it's also the only source of ice based weaponry in the entire game, so if you plan on hunting zinogre anytime soon, you might wanna get on this.
reason number 3
Riding a Fatalis
Fatalis returns thanks to the wonderful world of WE DEMAND A FATALIS BE IN THIS GAME!
and you know what? it's awesome.
now you can ride monsters in this game, the fatalis is no exception, in the japanese version of monster hunter 4 there are only two fatalis brethren, crimson and black, but perhaps the white king will return in 4 ultimate?
maybe?
Reason number 4
Improvements across the board and some returning monsters that you never asked for, but will be getting anyway because.
The khezu (both versions) return with some nightmarish new twists on their old abilities.
always remember joking about how if you had to face a rajang and a deviljho in the same quest, you'd probably hate capcom forever?
Capcom hates you just as much, because there's a high rank quest that exclusively features the updated golden rajang +deviljho combo, and that isn't even the G-version!
Teostra makes a return, as with many of the old monsters, his rage mode even gets a graphical upgrade, now fire pours out of his limbs whenever he wants to have smoking hawt kitty sex with your entrails!
also, he gets to use bomb powder status.
The final reason:
Exploding tigrex of doom.
No, really, it's a gigantic red tigrex with extremely thick armor, and it explodes, causes explosions, and has a roar radius that takes up the old tower level.
sure, the fight starts off slowly, but give it time, by the time he hits his first rage mode, it's a losing battle as he gets progressively stronger, and more insane, and more brutal as the fight continues.
did I mention that it's a tigrex that explodes? because he uses the bomb affliction liberally, and most of his attacks are designed to set the powder off, causing, you guessed it
EXPLOSIONS!!!
this is the penultimate boss of mh4, not to be confused with the mega-gargantuan serpent of world eating doom, shown here
Or the golden dragon that infects all monsters, making each battle more crazy than it needs to be, also shown here
Nope, the real reason is the opportunity to fight the exploding tigrex!
a gigantic, crimson, exploding tigrex.
Just let that sink in, it's a tigrex
that explodes.
a tigrex
that explodes.
explodes.
thanks for reading!
about the book
Yes, it's a small chapter, but i'm unfocused today as it is.
I intend to finish this short origin story about lucky the magnificent if it kills me, and hopefully publish it, should the impulse take me.
the book i'm writing promises to be a ludicrous thrill ride and, much as the tale implies, a tragic story with a comical character.
though the opening chapter does little to actually show his personality, in truth, his personality is barely formed in this moment.
the pivotal instance in lucky's existence, when he had his true name stolen, and lay in a forest, cursed to be forever frozen in time, lady luck herself rescues him and offers him a chance at finding out just how he wound up there, but more importantly, she offers him a chance at the one thing he doesn't realize he needs.
redemption.
I intend to finish this short origin story about lucky the magnificent if it kills me, and hopefully publish it, should the impulse take me.
the book i'm writing promises to be a ludicrous thrill ride and, much as the tale implies, a tragic story with a comical character.
though the opening chapter does little to actually show his personality, in truth, his personality is barely formed in this moment.
the pivotal instance in lucky's existence, when he had his true name stolen, and lay in a forest, cursed to be forever frozen in time, lady luck herself rescues him and offers him a chance at finding out just how he wound up there, but more importantly, she offers him a chance at the one thing he doesn't realize he needs.
redemption.
First chapter of L the magnificent
L
The
Magnificent
A
story of ill fortune.
Chapter
1
Cursed.
The
first thing he noted was the insect.
It
was just a small thing, unassuming, almost uninteresting to look at.
A
dull red carapace, thin transparent wings underneath a shell that
split in irritation while it buzzed angrily before flying off.
Little
more than some peculiar specimen of beetle.
The
problem wasn't the insect however, it was the fact that it had been
there, on him.
He
felt it then, felt! He felt....alive?
No...that
wasn't quite the term for it.
Surely
he felt something, but alive was hardly the way it could be
described, more akin to the sensation between life and death.
Yet
the more he strained to think about it and process his situation, the
more distant his thoughts became, until they too fragmented into
nothing, leaving emptiness.
Yet
that one moment, that singular instance, had been just enough to get
him to realize one thing in particular.
Something
was horribly wrong.
His
body shouldn't be stilled like this.
His
breaths should be issuing forth from his chest.
Yet
the more he tried, the less he could.
It
was as though he was indeed deceased, dead in all but name, but no.
it
was some manner of stasis, a stasis that froze the very thoughts and
emotions within the body, a stasis that froze the body as well.
One
thought did flicker across his mind then.
His
name had been stolen.
Eventually,
all capacity for rational thought deteriorated, and he was again
little more than an unthinking, undying vegetable, his soul held in a
state of absolute stagnation.
He
didn't know where he was, or why he was, or if up was down.
He
simply was.
Years
passed in what felt like the blink of an eye, seasons passed over his
body, the wintry chill, the warmth of spring, the dullness of fall
and the monotonous heat of summer.
And
through it all, one thing remained consistent.
He
could not die, nor could he live.
Frozen,
frozen in time perhaps, but ceased.
His
body was not stone, but his soul was surely frozen, and though he was
a flesh and blood being at this moment in time, that too was
tentative.
Enough
time in this state, and he would petrify, but it wouldn't be the same
as death.
Death
was reserved for the living and the dead, here? Now? He was neither.
Cursed
perhaps, but not dead.
And
the few thoughts that crossed his mind could only vainly try to piece
together what happened as what felt like ages passed before his eyes
in the mere batting of an eyelash.
Two
men crossed before his vision, and though he couldn't even move his
eyes, he saw them clearly enough.
“there
he is.” one began, this one a distinguished looking fellow sporting
a thick beard, a sword at his side as he looked the cursed one over.
“just
as it was said, frozen, nameless.”
“it's
rare when cases such as this present themselves.” the distinguished
looking man continued. “his body will be worth a king's ransom in
coin should we present him to a local mage.”
“Here
now! What's this “we” about?” came the other man's snarling
reply, and had the cursed one been able to even speak, he would have
shouted in horror for the other man to look out.
Sadly,
he could not, and so the dagger ascended into the man's ribcage with
ease.
Such
ease...
falling
to his knees the distinguished man drew his sword and cut the other
man in half, spitting out his own blood in shock.
If
he could turn away from the gristly sight, he surely would have.
However,
even as the man spat up too much of his own blood, a look of utter
shock overcoming him, he happened to glance up at the cursed one and
offered him a warm smile before falling to the dead leaves, his blood
splashing them a gentle crimson.
And
through it all, the cursed one could only ask “why” however, it
took more of his mental fortitude than he cared to admit, and just
after gathering that singular thought, he fell back into the dizzying
half-sentient state once again.
Back
into the strange curse that left him nameless and frozen.
And
so the rotting of their corpses was mercifully behind him, for years
passed before he could regain his capacity to even process the
environment, and by the time he had, the bodies had become little
more than bleached remains, bones, most of which had been carried off
by various predators.
No
beast would touch him however, for they didn't even register his
presence.
He
gave off no scent, and even if he had, his flesh would not nourish
the creatures, this they knew instinctively.
Many
seasons passed, and as they did so he remained cursed, perhaps for
hundreds of years, perhaps only for a few dozen, he simply couldn't
be certain.
A
chill winter managed to maintain his otherwise finite attention span
even as his capacity to focus blinked on and off, an entire day could
pass in the breadth of a second and he'd barely notice the
transition.
Regardless,
he couldn't move, even as the creatures of the forest began moving
closer to him, grouping around his still form without him really
registering their presence, let alone the fact that animals typically
didn't behave in the fashion that these now did.
Rabbits,
deer, wolves, small badgers, all gathered around his form, his ragged
torn clothes, weathered to almost nothing, barely representative of
the magnificent splendor of a life long since lost to whatever
revelations had driven him to this most curious of conditions.
Through
it all, he felt only a profound comfort from their presence, for he
still didn't quite register their presence, let alone the
implications.
When
fairies too, began joining the procession, as well as lithe elves,
all gathering about him in deference, his mind slowly began to
register that something was taking place here.
Something
of great importance.
The
crowds of animals and fey stayed in place throughout the next few
weeks, the wolves and carnivores being fed by the elves and fairies,
while the herbivores would leave to feed.
All
watched him intently.
One
night, when It felt as though the entire forest had gathered around
him, something did come to greet him.
She
stepped out of a glorious glowing golden portal, her form embroidered
in golden satin, golden gems and jewels so marvelous and magnificent
that they even cast their own magical glow as she strode past the
denizens of the forest that had called her here.
Atop
her head she wore a splendid golden tiara etched with countless
fortunes of saintly men and women, fortunes and lucky numbers and
symbols of both good fortune and ill fortune.
Through
it all, her eyes were perhaps the most beautiful part of her, filled
with love and compassion, even as she knelt before the man, placing a
ring covered hand over his forehead as she considered him.
Gems
and lucky scrolls hung from her form at every possible interval, and
she glowed with her own radiance while she studied him.
“so
this is the one?” she mused to herself, pulling out a set of dice
from her glowing golden robes, her raven black hair spilling over her
shoulders as she moved closer to him, gazing deep into his eyes.
“he's
almost gone too..” she lamented.
Taking
his chin in her hand, she put the dice in front of his vision.
“let's
see if your fortune holds up.” she said with a grin.
Rolling
the dice, she frowned as she held them up for him to see, for they'd
fallen to the ground shortly after she rolled them.
“looks
grim.” she explained, showing him the snake eyes.
The
creatures of the forest began crying out at that and she patted her
hand on the air, bidding them to silence.
“it's
not over yet, I came here today to change your fortunes! Let's see
what happens when I roll the dice through you?”
taking
the dice, she placed them in his hand, cupping his fingers around
them, for he couldn't do it himself.
Releasing
his hand, she watched as they rolled the same result and frowned when
they fell to the dirt and leaves, glancing back up at him, confused.
“well
this isn't good at all.” she muttered.
“what
if.....you had a name?” she asked, and though he couldn't respond,
something within him desperately desired that.
“from
this day forth, I shall call you....lucky, lucky the magnificent. But
only if you can roll double sixes.” she explained. “it's quite
the gamble, obtaining a name for a bit of luck?”
she
rolled the dice once more, but this time they rolled double twos and
she frowned once more.
“today
simply isn't your lucky day is it? Fear not! We'll get to the bottom
of this madness!”
she
took out a scroll, a scroll that glowed with every symbol of good
fortune imaginable, as though it was a scroll made of pure fortune.
“I
rarely utilize this.” she explained.
“But
you need a name to lift this curse, and since your old one is lost to
you, then we must instead give you a new name...and this, the
thirteenth of friday, haldusa, shall be your name day, and the only
day that you'll ever experience ill fortune.”
she
chanted quietly, building up the golden glow of the scroll until the
glow fully covered his entire form.
With
a snap of her fingers, the glow dissipated, and though he remained
unchanged, he breathed, slowly inhaling the cold night air as his
eyes darted around in confusion, his curse somewhat lifted, though
her work was hardly finished.
“the
day of your rebirth has officially passed not a mere second ago.”
she explained.
“Now
roll the dice, and make my bet assured.” she commanded, handing him
the dice, which he took with shaking fingers, unsure of himself, let
alone the bizarre turn of events that led to his renewed sentience.
Rolling
the dice, he dropped them without meaning to, and as he did so, they
struck the ground with a dry huff.
double
sixes showed in the thin night air, drawing a smile from her as she
waved her hand, gracing his form with magic that renewed the strength
of his flesh and cleansed his musketeer clothing of any wear and tear
it might have suffered during his curse.
“Welcome
to the world of the living, lucky the magnificent!” she exclaimed
with a smile, embracing him.
“who?”
he managed to gasp.
“your
new name, that is until you find the old one that was stolen.” she
explained, rising and bringing him to his feet while she adjusted the
hat, a wide brimmed thing of red velvet, set with a golden feather.
His
hands were sheathed in white gloves, and his red coat shone
brilliantly with small gems she'd magically placed on his body.
His
boots were black leather boots with small golden plates lining the
front, truly he looked the part of an eccentric musketeer and
wanderer.
She
guided him out of the forest, explaining the situation to him as she
went, first introducing herself as none other than lady luck, the
goddess of fortune, both good and ill.
It
was she who noted his plight and had taken pity on him, but she could
only visit him on this day specifically, hence why the animals had
taken such measures to even be there.
She'd
promised to bless them upon her arrival, and so she had.
Once
she'd taken him to the edge of the forest, she pointed to a splendid
glowing castle off on the horizon, a castle that took up much of the
horizon and was a vibrant wonder to behold, for it was almost akin to
an illusion comprised entirely of light.
“why
can't I remember this place?” lucky asked as he stood next to the
goddess.
“Those
memories were tied to your old name, if you want them, get that name
back.” she explained.
“Is
that all? Just find someone who recognizes me and-” she took his
hat off, rubbing his golden hair affectionately before replacing it,
completely derailing his train of thought in the process.
“It's
not as simple as being told your name lucky, your soul's identity was
stolen, it's rare when one has the power to do this. Rarer still when
one actually manages it. Those who have their name stolen become
frozen in time, incapable of living, of existing. Your willpower
alone kept your soul from freezing, in fact, that's what caught my
attention to begin with.”
“so....what do I do to find my name?” he asked in exasperation.
“so....what do I do to find my name?” he asked in exasperation.
“Find
the one who stole it.”
she
gestured to the castle off in the distance.
“even
should you meet people you once knew, they will never remember you,
to have your name stolen is to have your very existence taken from
the minds of others. I count no less than twelve friends you once
held in that town beyond, friends who never met the man you once were
once your name was taken. Though it has been sixty years...”
“sixty years?” he asked in shock, wheeling around only to find the goddess of fortune had simply...vanished.
Though
on the ground before him was a golden coin with the number seven
etched into its face.
“I
suppose we'll meet again.” he sighed, and started off into the
night for the glowing castle, completely unsure of where his journey
would take him.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The day you were struck by akuma's raging demon was perhaps the most significant day of your entire life.
But for The Brilliant And Amazing Gamer, the day I landed that blow for the seven hundredth time was friday.
The raging demon, akuma's ultimate attack, also akuma's weakest ultra due to being impossible to land by conventional means.
the psychology behind raging demon is that it's so bad, none would dare to pull it off save for the sake of showing off.
this provides players like me, who heavily use the RD style, with clear openings and even setups that would never be possible otherwise.
take for instance, this situational setup, the hidden demon.
Yo dawg.
The raging demon, akuma's ultimate attack, also akuma's weakest ultra due to being impossible to land by conventional means.
the psychology behind raging demon is that it's so bad, none would dare to pull it off save for the sake of showing off.
this provides players like me, who heavily use the RD style, with clear openings and even setups that would never be possible otherwise.
take for instance, this situational setup, the hidden demon.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Monster hunter 4 impressions.
"Hello i'm the nostalgia critic, i remember it so you don't have to"
This is the line that crosses my mind whenever I do an intro for a video on youtube, when I say a similar line with a similar number of syllables for similar reasons.
"Hello, it is I, the brilliant and amazing gamer, that guy nobody likes."
Many people who view me on the street seem to have me pegged for a cross between the nostalgia critic and the angry videogame nerd with a gothic twist.
I don't know how this makes me feel, what I do know however, is that I love videogames, not the retro games that james rolfe loves so much, nor do I like movies, old or new, sorry bout that doug walker.
No, I love videogames, and nothing gets my masochistic heart racing more than hearing about the new monster hunter title.
Now i've had monster hunter 4 for a while, but recently i've gotten back into playing it, and it's amazing how ball-bitingly hard the game is when you're forced to solo the thing.
Monster hunter is basically a boss hunting game, you kill a giant monster that's basically a boss fight, you carve it up, you use the items to make better equipment ala armor-rpg, if that's a thing now, and it should be.
the better the armor and weapons, the better you are, it's simple, right?
WRONG!
it doesn't matter how much armor or how high your damage output is, if you suck balls at this game it's going to rape you, A LOT!
now, I love the game BECAUSE it's an unforgiving exercise in gaming masochism with an incredibly high reward sensation, or perhaps my arms were going numb from holding the 3ds while laying down.
but in any case, the purpose of this particular blog is to put my thoughts on the game monster hunter four, which is basically screaming "ROOK AMERICANS! NO BIG LARGE CONSOLE! WE HANDHELD NOW!" and you know what? I honestly agree with this mindset, handhelds are cheap, you can carry them with you, and they're usually a good way to pass the time while you wait for the homeless guy in portland to leave the only public bathroom for five blocks, berating him for smoking crack when he staggers out, a wild eyed look on his face.
monster hunter four starts things off with a blonde chuck norris in red leather gear complete with walker texas ranger hat, you're not a hunter, you're just some shmuck (who was created not ten seconds ago via a complex character creation screen, complete with customizable felyne comrade bff)
Your first hunt is simple, you just have to survive an unscripted, unusually dangerous event with a gigantic drill horned variant of jhen mohren, lovingly named dahren mohren, (FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK WHAT DO I DO?! MY JAPANESE IS LIMITED!! SAVE ME NORRIS IMPERSONATOR)
well, the blonde norris loses his hat and wouldn't you just know it? you gotta climb the large scary monster and get it.
after a lengthy cutscene, you get to business.
Now, I'm not going to get too much into detail at this point, but i wanted to make sure you understand just from that intro moment just how story driven mh4 actually is, it takes more chances, diverging away from the classic "quest to quest" formula for its story campaign, the primary goal is to find a dangerous monster that infects other monsters with a lethal virus that drives them mad and eventually kills them. this naturally makes said monster more dangerous and adds a new mechanic, monster infection. the player can also be infected, in which case you've got two options, man up and hit something, anything, until you turn your sickness into a stat boost, or puss out, run away and watch in horror as the bar increases faster the further from your target monster you are until you come down with a sickness that prevents regen, lowers defense and makes you look as though you're farting clouds of evil fairy dust.
of course, the online is where it's at, no really, the online in this game is the most convenient i've ever seen, to the degree that it becomes game breaking.
now all high rank monsters are somewhere between g-rank and highest rank, so basically just above highest rank, and the best weapons you can get from jinouga aren't even enough to take down a deviljho on time anymore.
I wasted fifty minutes wailing away at this thing, constant charge attacks and just steady pressure.
I got him to critical health and ran out of time.
fuck deviljho, fuck that godzilla/barney/yoshi on steroids to high hell.
This is the line that crosses my mind whenever I do an intro for a video on youtube, when I say a similar line with a similar number of syllables for similar reasons.
"Hello, it is I, the brilliant and amazing gamer, that guy nobody likes."
Many people who view me on the street seem to have me pegged for a cross between the nostalgia critic and the angry videogame nerd with a gothic twist.
I don't know how this makes me feel, what I do know however, is that I love videogames, not the retro games that james rolfe loves so much, nor do I like movies, old or new, sorry bout that doug walker.
No, I love videogames, and nothing gets my masochistic heart racing more than hearing about the new monster hunter title.
Now i've had monster hunter 4 for a while, but recently i've gotten back into playing it, and it's amazing how ball-bitingly hard the game is when you're forced to solo the thing.
Monster hunter is basically a boss hunting game, you kill a giant monster that's basically a boss fight, you carve it up, you use the items to make better equipment ala armor-rpg, if that's a thing now, and it should be.
the better the armor and weapons, the better you are, it's simple, right?
WRONG!
it doesn't matter how much armor or how high your damage output is, if you suck balls at this game it's going to rape you, A LOT!
now, I love the game BECAUSE it's an unforgiving exercise in gaming masochism with an incredibly high reward sensation, or perhaps my arms were going numb from holding the 3ds while laying down.
but in any case, the purpose of this particular blog is to put my thoughts on the game monster hunter four, which is basically screaming "ROOK AMERICANS! NO BIG LARGE CONSOLE! WE HANDHELD NOW!" and you know what? I honestly agree with this mindset, handhelds are cheap, you can carry them with you, and they're usually a good way to pass the time while you wait for the homeless guy in portland to leave the only public bathroom for five blocks, berating him for smoking crack when he staggers out, a wild eyed look on his face.
monster hunter four starts things off with a blonde chuck norris in red leather gear complete with walker texas ranger hat, you're not a hunter, you're just some shmuck (who was created not ten seconds ago via a complex character creation screen, complete with customizable felyne comrade bff)
Your first hunt is simple, you just have to survive an unscripted, unusually dangerous event with a gigantic drill horned variant of jhen mohren, lovingly named dahren mohren, (FUCK, FUCK FUCK, FUCK WHAT DO I DO?! MY JAPANESE IS LIMITED!! SAVE ME NORRIS IMPERSONATOR)
well, the blonde norris loses his hat and wouldn't you just know it? you gotta climb the large scary monster and get it.
after a lengthy cutscene, you get to business.
Now, I'm not going to get too much into detail at this point, but i wanted to make sure you understand just from that intro moment just how story driven mh4 actually is, it takes more chances, diverging away from the classic "quest to quest" formula for its story campaign, the primary goal is to find a dangerous monster that infects other monsters with a lethal virus that drives them mad and eventually kills them. this naturally makes said monster more dangerous and adds a new mechanic, monster infection. the player can also be infected, in which case you've got two options, man up and hit something, anything, until you turn your sickness into a stat boost, or puss out, run away and watch in horror as the bar increases faster the further from your target monster you are until you come down with a sickness that prevents regen, lowers defense and makes you look as though you're farting clouds of evil fairy dust.
of course, the online is where it's at, no really, the online in this game is the most convenient i've ever seen, to the degree that it becomes game breaking.
now all high rank monsters are somewhere between g-rank and highest rank, so basically just above highest rank, and the best weapons you can get from jinouga aren't even enough to take down a deviljho on time anymore.
I wasted fifty minutes wailing away at this thing, constant charge attacks and just steady pressure.
I got him to critical health and ran out of time.
fuck deviljho, fuck that godzilla/barney/yoshi on steroids to high hell.
anyway, i'm getting ahead of myself.
the reason the normally awesome weapons that can take down beasties like this are no longer that useful is due to a superior (and broken) weapons system, excavated weapons.
the excavated weapons are gained through a rather well done freehunt system where you have to gather shinies and kill at least one monster in under the threadbare and fluctuating fifteen minute time-limit in order to gain access to a guild quest.
from your menu you can take a guild quest (it's a special quest that gives you aids, and rabies)
and put it into a menu that allows you to easily access and share it.
from then on you can hunt the monster you were assigned based on the monsters you've slain in the freehunt zone, the mysterious forest.
now i don't hate the freehunt system, i just wish it would let me FUCKING KILL SOMETHING
the high rank freehunts are basically impossible for a guy with poor equipment, meaning that the shinies become very necessary, the more you collect, the higher your chances of getting those coveted guild quests.
the excavated weapons take a king's ransom in armor spheres to improve, but supposedly the best ones are so good that they pretty much render the armor you get from normal high rank monsters obsolete.
so basically fuck me for hunting ten plus jinouga, right? oh, zinogre, sorry.
anyway, the game is good, but some of the balancing issues almost defeat the purpose of playing, i tried for three solid days to kill a deviljho with a stygian zinogre greatsword, only to run out of time, and this was while laying the damage thick too, so...yeesh.
if you like monster hunter, this game is for you, but it's still a masochist's bitter pill, so be ready for a world of rewarding pain.
now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fap to anthropomorphic dragons.
Because.
(warning, the below image is NSFW, ha!)
Castlevania: Lords of Shadow Combo Movie II - "The Mirror of Fate"
A video by my dear twitter pen pal check, or jason sodano, former QA for netherrealm studios, the guys who produced mortal kombat 9.
so basically like this video, share your opinion and give check a sub, or i'll be slightly miffed!
Monday, June 30, 2014
Like A Boss: Mirror Of Fate HD Boss Rush Rage Fail
Thank you david cox for heeding our pleas for a condescending, evil, masochistic boss rush mode that mocks you for failing over and over and over again.
thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Why there are no goblins in LoS2
It's a little known fact that lords of shadow's "goblin trials" are best approached in areas where goblins infinitely respawn due to being necessary for certain barriers.
so naturally I got the impression that my kill count of 734 goblins in the course of 30 minutes might be implying that gabriel belmont single handedly caused the extinction of goblinkind long before he became dracula.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Just another vergil vid
As the title implies, this is just something I cranked out in a coffeeshop while looking for work.
I'm a gamer first and a hard worker second, that said, I do have a nice thing going on fiverr, but it can in no way pay the bills.
this is me killing the boredom while feeling kinda useless.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
About L the magnificent
a character i'd created a long time ago in a fit of inspiration, L the magnificent is a character who represents my own journey through the strange world i was born in, in a sense, his struggles are parodies of my own, whereas my situation boiled down to an identity crisis and a crisis of conscience, lucky's own versions of these problems could potentially threaten his life.
purely intended as a comic relief character for a far more serious book i was writing called "fearless, the werewolf knight" I soon fell in love with the established nature of the character, a man who unwittingly gets into ludicrous situations, yet luck and skill always seem to save the man at the last moment.
since then I sought to redefine lucky the magnificent from being "just a wiseass city guard" to being his own unique and fundamental character with a very lengthy and ridiculous backstory.
what drives the character is his desire to find a chaos crystal, in the first book he needed it to quarantine his original name, due in part to the fact that it had become a frightfully powerful spell that could take life away.
the first part of his story dealt primarily with him uncovering his old identity and trying to discern the truth behind his past and reconciling that with the false identity he'd been gifted with to help him survive.
the plot ends when lucky's father, the villain in the first book, dies due to his own misfortunes finally catching up to him, the second plot ultimately wound up being told, but was neither published or restored, and was little more than a side story within the larger tale.
My plan now is to write out the story of lucky the magnificent, starting with his hibernative state shortly after his name was stolen.
purely intended as a comic relief character for a far more serious book i was writing called "fearless, the werewolf knight" I soon fell in love with the established nature of the character, a man who unwittingly gets into ludicrous situations, yet luck and skill always seem to save the man at the last moment.
since then I sought to redefine lucky the magnificent from being "just a wiseass city guard" to being his own unique and fundamental character with a very lengthy and ridiculous backstory.
what drives the character is his desire to find a chaos crystal, in the first book he needed it to quarantine his original name, due in part to the fact that it had become a frightfully powerful spell that could take life away.
the first part of his story dealt primarily with him uncovering his old identity and trying to discern the truth behind his past and reconciling that with the false identity he'd been gifted with to help him survive.
the plot ends when lucky's father, the villain in the first book, dies due to his own misfortunes finally catching up to him, the second plot ultimately wound up being told, but was neither published or restored, and was little more than a side story within the larger tale.
My plan now is to write out the story of lucky the magnificent, starting with his hibernative state shortly after his name was stolen.
L The Magnificent
With a tip of his feather lined musketeer hat, his garish apparel sparkling in the summer evening light, he gripped his sword as tightly as he dared, turning his back on the slowly frothing ogre as it slowly advanced on him, club raised.
"don't do it." Lucky warned, but the ogre was hearing none of it, and came in charging with a dull growl that reminded lucky of the many times he'd played through this exact sort of situation, where he tested his good fortune to see just how far it could go.
Lucky the magnificent as he'd been named by the strange being who had gifted him with it, and it showed in his every step.
Lucky the magnificent, or as many would say, the human spirit of good fortune itself, a man whose entire life had been defined by good luck, regardless of what that ultimately meant at this moment in time.
the club came down, and just as he thought, something intervened, as it always had.
the ogre smiled, thinking it had at least clipped him, for the club missed badly, worse than if he had been in a fog and blatantly impossible to strike.
of course the next horizontal swing surely wouldn't miss, but lucky wasn't really concerned with the presence of the foul creature, for he was now walking through its cavern, virtually unchallenged even as the creature persistently tried to hit him, only to miss, again, and again and again.
"what is this?!" it howled in confusion.
"shades if i know." lucky admitted, continuing on as though nothing was the matter.
drooling in an irritated stupor the dense beast continued its assault, somehow continuing to miss, and as its strikes grew more furious, it began striking the cavern.
lucky smiled when he heard the roof of that cavern collapse atop the fool creature, for it had done so just as he found the beast's horde.
a small stack of gems atop a large stack of skeletons, discarded by the now deceased ogre for not being edible.
picking up one of the gems, he shook his head in disgust.
"Not this one." he mumbled, continuing his frantic search.
lucky had not been named "lucky" by chance, ironically, but as a safety measure, in this world, names were powerful, and defined the soul.
Lucky was originally an unfortunate person who'd had his name stolen by a villain, and though he'd disposed of the fool after a time, his name could not be recovered, without a name his prior identity was doomed to death.
worse still, had he not been named in the first place upon being found, his life would have eventually come to an end, for those without names have no definitions, and those without a definition fade away after a time.
in a way, lucky's existence was tentative, for his name was a mis-definition in and of itself, a human could not be an aspect of fortune for very long.
it took an incredible amount of magic to actually remove a name, it took even more to give one.
a name has to have meaning, and must be imbued with love and care by the parents who sired the named one, conversely, through magical means, it is the parent alone who holds the authority to steal a name back.
lucky's true name was likely within one of these crystals, and he intended to find the thing once and for all.
"don't do it." Lucky warned, but the ogre was hearing none of it, and came in charging with a dull growl that reminded lucky of the many times he'd played through this exact sort of situation, where he tested his good fortune to see just how far it could go.
Lucky the magnificent as he'd been named by the strange being who had gifted him with it, and it showed in his every step.
Lucky the magnificent, or as many would say, the human spirit of good fortune itself, a man whose entire life had been defined by good luck, regardless of what that ultimately meant at this moment in time.
the club came down, and just as he thought, something intervened, as it always had.
the ogre smiled, thinking it had at least clipped him, for the club missed badly, worse than if he had been in a fog and blatantly impossible to strike.
of course the next horizontal swing surely wouldn't miss, but lucky wasn't really concerned with the presence of the foul creature, for he was now walking through its cavern, virtually unchallenged even as the creature persistently tried to hit him, only to miss, again, and again and again.
"what is this?!" it howled in confusion.
"shades if i know." lucky admitted, continuing on as though nothing was the matter.
drooling in an irritated stupor the dense beast continued its assault, somehow continuing to miss, and as its strikes grew more furious, it began striking the cavern.
lucky smiled when he heard the roof of that cavern collapse atop the fool creature, for it had done so just as he found the beast's horde.
a small stack of gems atop a large stack of skeletons, discarded by the now deceased ogre for not being edible.
picking up one of the gems, he shook his head in disgust.
"Not this one." he mumbled, continuing his frantic search.
lucky had not been named "lucky" by chance, ironically, but as a safety measure, in this world, names were powerful, and defined the soul.
Lucky was originally an unfortunate person who'd had his name stolen by a villain, and though he'd disposed of the fool after a time, his name could not be recovered, without a name his prior identity was doomed to death.
worse still, had he not been named in the first place upon being found, his life would have eventually come to an end, for those without names have no definitions, and those without a definition fade away after a time.
in a way, lucky's existence was tentative, for his name was a mis-definition in and of itself, a human could not be an aspect of fortune for very long.
it took an incredible amount of magic to actually remove a name, it took even more to give one.
a name has to have meaning, and must be imbued with love and care by the parents who sired the named one, conversely, through magical means, it is the parent alone who holds the authority to steal a name back.
lucky's true name was likely within one of these crystals, and he intended to find the thing once and for all.
Depression
I'm tired, i don't just say that for the effect, i'm tired most every day.
I simply lack energy, i'm always unhappy, and it drains me on a physical level, to the degree that it can honestly prevent me from doing the most basic of tasks.
my depression, albeit a temporary source, stems from the constant self berating i put myself through for being raised in such a way that I simply do not understand society, to the degree that i infringe upon the happiness of others by simply being awkward.
it's not a matter of common sense for me, it's a struggle just to go out and speak to people, it's a struggle to move, to walk.
ninety percent of my day i'm sitting around people i barely care about, looking for people who are worth my time.
what depresses me isn't the fact that i feel worthless, what depresses me is the fact that i feel alone.
I wasn't raised with the expectation that i'd be living past my fifteenth year, as such my existence from the very beginning was treated like that of a dog you'd eventually have to put down.
why? well, namely i only existed for the sake of child support, that was my purpose, a source of funding.
when i finally gained some modicum of independent thought, i became a liability and was thrown out into a world that had long lived within a state that turned human beings into resources to better serve their society. i don't merely say this for effect, it's simply the way most societies are.
this is a society where money is survival and where your existence is defined by how well you manipulate the economic system for your own benefit, people simply don't seek meaning for any purposes other than attention, and as a result men like me, who grew up seeking purpose, philosophical foundation and many other things, things of meaning, can't get along with a world like this.
I feel alien to my own society, and that feeling persisted when i went to college, where the entire "your existence boils down to the figures you make with your job" theme was so prevalent that it poisoned various aspects of my community college.
yet to seek meaning is to become worthless, and this depresses me, should i settle for my own survival, or continue pursuing my own goals of meaning, even at the expense of my own society's comfort?
I prefer the latter, but even so, I reserve the right to be depressed about knowing that no matter what i do in this world, i'll most likely do so alone, without any hope of any kind.
People have simply given up on defining themselves and now pursue survival and only survival, even college students are subjected to this madness, where what they learn is based heavily on what best serves society.
and this, of course, depresses me.
I simply lack energy, i'm always unhappy, and it drains me on a physical level, to the degree that it can honestly prevent me from doing the most basic of tasks.
my depression, albeit a temporary source, stems from the constant self berating i put myself through for being raised in such a way that I simply do not understand society, to the degree that i infringe upon the happiness of others by simply being awkward.
it's not a matter of common sense for me, it's a struggle just to go out and speak to people, it's a struggle to move, to walk.
ninety percent of my day i'm sitting around people i barely care about, looking for people who are worth my time.
what depresses me isn't the fact that i feel worthless, what depresses me is the fact that i feel alone.
I wasn't raised with the expectation that i'd be living past my fifteenth year, as such my existence from the very beginning was treated like that of a dog you'd eventually have to put down.
why? well, namely i only existed for the sake of child support, that was my purpose, a source of funding.
when i finally gained some modicum of independent thought, i became a liability and was thrown out into a world that had long lived within a state that turned human beings into resources to better serve their society. i don't merely say this for effect, it's simply the way most societies are.
this is a society where money is survival and where your existence is defined by how well you manipulate the economic system for your own benefit, people simply don't seek meaning for any purposes other than attention, and as a result men like me, who grew up seeking purpose, philosophical foundation and many other things, things of meaning, can't get along with a world like this.
I feel alien to my own society, and that feeling persisted when i went to college, where the entire "your existence boils down to the figures you make with your job" theme was so prevalent that it poisoned various aspects of my community college.
yet to seek meaning is to become worthless, and this depresses me, should i settle for my own survival, or continue pursuing my own goals of meaning, even at the expense of my own society's comfort?
I prefer the latter, but even so, I reserve the right to be depressed about knowing that no matter what i do in this world, i'll most likely do so alone, without any hope of any kind.
People have simply given up on defining themselves and now pursue survival and only survival, even college students are subjected to this madness, where what they learn is based heavily on what best serves society.
and this, of course, depresses me.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Amazing Games that are more fun to play than you realize: Vergil's downfall.
Vergil's downfall is a blast, let me tell you that right now.
and what better way to tell you, than to show you?
Behold, exhibit awesome!!
if you haven't figured it out yet, vergil's downfall is actually a crazy chunk of dlc with a ton of hidden potential.
it's insane a lot of the time, and you can do a ton of amazing things with it once you figure out how to properly use the canceling system.
The greatest crime the DmC reboot ever committed was the crime of being TOO subtle with its plot and arrogant with its advertisement system, but the series has always been a decent game to play.
Imagine, a devil may cry where you could just freely execute insane combos while only having to worry very little about the potential threats that various enemies posed.
this is that game, a light wish in the face of extreme expectations, a devil may cry that allows you to just go nuts with the gameplay and do insane, over the top, stylish badass stuff that quite frankly is the heart of any spectacle fighter.
it may lack the "true" soul of devil may cry, but its heart is in the right place.
and what better way to tell you, than to show you?
Behold, exhibit awesome!!
if you haven't figured it out yet, vergil's downfall is actually a crazy chunk of dlc with a ton of hidden potential.
it's insane a lot of the time, and you can do a ton of amazing things with it once you figure out how to properly use the canceling system.
The greatest crime the DmC reboot ever committed was the crime of being TOO subtle with its plot and arrogant with its advertisement system, but the series has always been a decent game to play.
Imagine, a devil may cry where you could just freely execute insane combos while only having to worry very little about the potential threats that various enemies posed.
this is that game, a light wish in the face of extreme expectations, a devil may cry that allows you to just go nuts with the gameplay and do insane, over the top, stylish badass stuff that quite frankly is the heart of any spectacle fighter.
it may lack the "true" soul of devil may cry, but its heart is in the right place.
A temporary setback at most, an existential inconvenience at least.
Lords, where do I even begin?
Perhaps at the beginning? that is usually where most strange stories start, and so perhaps I shall begin here?
When I first came to this place, three years ago, I didn't know what I was doing, or that I was even doing anything at all.
it was an adventure! what hope does a man have when he's lost meaning and reason after all! who cares for the woes of the world when you've found those woes in full?
Now? I'm still certain that I can bear any pain that befalls me. however, when I came to portland, I created a goal.
I wanted to see what college was all about, and so, without a second's hesitation, I signed on for time at the portland community college, never made aware of the rules, expectations or anything.
I took out student loans, and all the while I sought a job, only to discover that work was not abundant by any means.
so to counter this problem, I began doing work on fiverr while taking out student loans, but the loans became my primary source of funding for the next three or so years.
so, when i finally got an apartment, I was...enthusiastic.
But, the instant i found security, the real problems began.
I became depressed, my roommates and I simply couldn't get along.
I was eccentric, I didn't care for the concerns of their life. these were people who used drugs like weed casually, I didn't fault them, but neither did I join them.
I focused on school, unaware of the fact that I could burn myself out, then getting depressed whenever it happened, for what else could I do? I didn't realize I was losing interest because my mind was becoming fatigued, at the time I wasn't even aware it could be fatigued!
through it all though, my determination stuck, but in order to keep student loans, I wound up having to sacrifice certain classes due to them being dropped.
and so I'd take a class such as art, which I did enjoy, i didn't necessarily have any direction in mind, and i was told that would come later.
when I finally did decide on a degree, it was a BA in japanese, however that required a transfer.
well, I finally transferred recently, and unfortunately I ran into a problem.
I wasn't receiving summer financial aid due to getting summer aid at my previous institute a full year earlier.
Now the matter has gotten out of hand, summer classes are upon me and i've decided to bow out for the summer term, but a hold has been placed on my account by my apartment, which is mainly due to my inability to pay rent.
I'll be speaking to the landlord and trying to make payment arrangements, but i'll be out of the apartment soon and will have to weather out homelessness for the next three months while paying what I owe this place, and I'm okay with that.
The problem is the hold they have on my account right now, it's in the way, and I intend to continue being in college for another three or four years before i'm done.
I can't immediately pay the rent, and I'll have no choice but to pack up and leave tomorrow, likely to be forced to wander the streets looking for a shelter that isn't empty.
This is of course, nobody's fault, it's not mine, it isn't the school's, it isn't my landlord's. this is an example of a series of unfortunate events that all come together at the wrongest possible time to spiral hopelessly out of control, leaving me to pick up the pieces to the best of my ability.
If I can't get the hold on my student account removed by fall term, I won't be able to attend college, this is not the best of situations for any man to be in, for any reason.
the rent is only 709 dollars or so, so it won't be hard to pay off, but it will be hard to make the money when I have to cover my own needs, it'll also be harder to work as I'll have this serious issue to deal with.
less time for work, less time to make the money to pay the debt I owe, and nowhere to sleep at the moment.
it's a no-win situation for me, a situation I wound up getting in, but a situation beyond my control.
and so I'll have to suck it up, deal with it, and keep moving forward with as much grace as I can muster, my life was looking up until I found out that I couldn't accept summer term financial aid, fortunately, this issue came just as my fiverr gig's customers began flowing in more reliably.
my youtube channel has also been making roughly five dollars a month, which sincerely helps matters considerably.
Let's hope that no further problems stand In my way, I'll be looking for alternative means of working, but the depression that comes with falling into this situation is likely going to be the biggest problem of all...
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