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Post by wakemeup on Jun 9, 2016 18:40:20 GMT
Basically what Rock did He murdered people during most choices up 'til Skellige, like Keira Metz, peaceful troll or Doppler. Then, because of two angry teenagers on Skellige, he really, really wanted to murder every last one of the villagers there. And I'm sure he would if he had a chance. He already killed those 2 teenagers that pissed him off.
And then, during the quest with witcher from cat school who made a slaughter in a village, he just killed him in cold blood. He killed a wounded, regretful witcher, who snapped because of same reason Rock has. And how Rock justified his kill? By saying that witcher was a murderer.
Fuckin' degenarate.
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Post by Niccc on Jun 9, 2016 19:37:40 GMT
I ordered the game.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 9, 2016 19:44:41 GMT
Basically what Rock did He murdered people during most choices up 'til Skellige, like Keira Metz, peaceful troll or Doppler. Then, because of two angry teenagers on Skellige, he really, really wanted to murder every last one of the villagers there. And I'm sure he would if he had a chance. He already killed those 2 teenagers that pissed him off.
And then, during the quest with witcher from cat school who made a slaughter in a village, he just killed him in cold blood. He killed a wounded, regretful witcher, who snapped because of same reason Rock has. And how Rock justified his kill? By saying that witcher was a murderer.
Fuckin' degenarate. This is fuckin' propaganda, I'll tell ya'll how it really went down (Long, stupid, rambling story ahead). I use violence to solve most of Geralt's problems. Like with Keira? Killed the shit out of her. Why? So Radovid wouldn't get that info on the plague. I had no idea I could have destroyed the info AND spared her. I just assumed I needed to use violence. Bad call on my part, I really regretted it.
The troll who thought he was part of the army, he'd already killed and eaten a bunch of people, plus I was getting paid. I'm a Witcher. Killing monsters is what I do.
The Doppler in Novigrad, I was gonna let him live, but then he took my form and attacked me. Due to a combination of self-defense and self-loathing, I killed him. Spared the Succubus, though.
A bunch of trolls kidnapped some cobbler named Thaler I needed to free for Vernon Broche and Dijkstra. I tried talking with them, but eventually just gave up and killed them. I'll admit I wanted to kill them from the start. I thought it would be fun. It was.
Later on I ran into a village that got massacred. Every last person except one little girl was seven different kinds of fucked up and dead. I was horrified. She told me it was a Witcher who did it, so I tracked him down. It turns out the villagers tried to stiff him after he completed a job, and when he complained some of them tried to kill him. So he killed the ones attacking him, then everyone else in the village. Yes, even those who would have let him go. I decided he had to die for wantonly slaughtering innocents. And he wasn't regretful, and was implied to have done it before. He snapped because people hated Witchers. I knew how it felt, what with everyone in the game spitting on me as I walked by, calling me names and accusing me of heinous shit, and half of my contracts paid jack shit in comparison to the work I had to do to kill the monster. But, you know, I was the hero. I didn't let that get me down. I defended people even though they hated me, because that's what good guys do. I killed the Witcher. He was just another monster. I even told the girl's aunt the truth after I took her home, that a Witcher killed everyone in the village. She cursed and spat on me even after I told her I killed the man responsible, but as soon as I gave her money it was all "You're great man, bless you're heart" which pissed me off to no end. I was beginning to despise the people I protected.
Then I got to Skellige. Some Jarl told me his brother had a contract for me, so I went to the tavern where two stupid fucking kids started hassling me, calling me a freak and a foreigner and shit. The guy with the contract, badass warrior, he stood up for me and kicked the fuckwits out. We hashed out a price for the contract, I went and banished some demon-ghost (Saving the lighthouse AND the village) and went back to get paid. Warrior dude buys me a drink too, for doing such good work.
Then those fucking idiots come back in, after I saved their town from an otherworldly horror, and start giving me shit again. My warrior bro gets ready to kick their asses for not respecting me, and I encourage him and join in. Guess what? The shitkickers pulled a knife and gutted my bro because he dared to defend me. I got pissed. I was furious. Seething. They both came at me with their knives. I wanted them dead. So I killed them, decapitated both of the fucks in a blind rage. They stabbed the one person in that whole town who had been nice to me. So this bro, after countless wars, victories, kills, raids, all that, he drowns in his own blood because some illiterate cow fuckers hated me. And when I stepped out of the tavern?
Whole village was there. The father of the guys I killed. The villagers blamed the fight on me, said I started it. Even the people in the tavern when it all began just said "We didn't get a good look, but he probably started it." I claimed self-defense, which was the truth. Nobody mentioned anything about how those morons killed another man before I went for my sword. I even reminded them how I saved their asses from the ghost demon thing, but they just told me to fuck off because I already had my money. I was even angrier. I was ready to kill them if they gave me the slightest provocation. They said they'd take me to trial, and I agreed, because, ya know, I'm the good guy. I'll be found innocent.
I was in that prison cell long enough for my clean shaven Geralt to grow a full beard. A month? Two? Who knows. That was BEFORE the trial. The guard told me they intended to put me to work doing menial labor for up to a year before actually trying me, because fuck me, right? Jedi Mind Tricked him to take me to the judge immediately. My sentence for defending myself? Death. By suffocation. But the judge was kind enough to drop that if I just went all the way across the islands and stopped his dumbfuck, slave-running son from getting his testicles crushed in some nightmare cave. After I got released to go do that favor for him, I genuinely considered just killing everyone in his keep because of how much they kept dicking me. I only realized how I'd changed since the start of the game (Where I did plenty of quests for free, just to help out) to now, (Angry at the people I defended to the point of killing two and nearly a whole village) when I had a talk with Brotato about my hate for Skellige. It... put things in perspective, to say the least. So now I'm trying to do nicer things, redemption and stuff.
Which is why I threw a baby in an oven while his father watched and killed the three men who tried to stop me.
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Post by wakemeup on Jun 9, 2016 21:01:17 GMT
Basically what Rock did He murdered people during most choices up 'til Skellige, like Keira Metz, peaceful troll or Doppler. Then, because of two angry teenagers on Skellige, he really, really wanted to murder every last one of the villagers there. And I'm sure he would if he had a chance. He already killed those 2 teenagers that pissed him off.
And then, during the quest with witcher from cat school who made a slaughter in a village, he just killed him in cold blood. He killed a wounded, regretful witcher, who snapped because of same reason Rock has. And how Rock justified his kill? By saying that witcher was a murderer.
Fuckin' degenarate. when I had a talk with Brotato about my hate for Skellige. It... put things in perspective, to say the least. So now I'm trying to do nicer things, redemption and stuff. Which is why I threw a baby in an oven while his father watched and killed the three men who tried to stop me.
I admit, my post might've not covered the whole truth, but I'm glad you're on your way to redemption.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 10, 2016 5:01:06 GMT
FINALLY made it to Kaer Morhen. Gotta ask, is it possible to get there earlier? Because I've had the quest for my Wolf gear in my journal for 20 fucking hours and the game wouldnt let me come to Kaer Morhen before now. I was running around in Cat armor. Not bad, but it just doesn't feel right when I'm playing as the White Wolf.
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Post by wakemeup on Jun 10, 2016 11:09:46 GMT
You can't, basic wolf gear is useless in the game, you gotta get upgrades
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 11, 2016 5:00:17 GMT
So, after reading my previous novel-length post, you might all surmise that, realizing my actions and what I had become, that I would finally begin living up to my ideal self- that of the selfless warrior, roaming the land and writing wrongs. A wounded soul on the wayward, unforgiving path of redemption on a quest to earn forgiveness in the eyes of the gods, but, most importantly, my own eyes as well.
You would be wrong.
I rolled into a village on Skellige, all depressed and shit, looking for a way to make myself feel better after realizing I was a monster. So I go up the village Elder, and it turns out they're having a problem. A dragon, of all things. So I say "Yeah, I'll kill it, but you gotta pay me." You see, I was poor. Brotato (May be burn in the everlasting torment of Hades) had recommended that I get a whole new custom armor set. So I spent a couple hours crafting it, only to find out that it took nearly ALL of my money, even AFTER I sold off the set of upgraded unique armor I ALREADY HAD. And the real son of a bitch? The new armor I went bankrupt crafting is on the whole WORSE than my previous one. Fuck me.
Anywho, in desperate need of a cash influx I agree to kill the dragon, but decide to ask for more money. The old man scoffs, says "It's yer job ta kill monsters an' such." Turns out, the amount eh was gonna pay me for solo'ing a fucking dragon? 250 gold. I got more money than that for killing a fucking drunk vampire. So I haggle him up to a more "reasonable" (It's still a fucking dragon, and the old man is still a fucking penny-pincher) of around 315 gold, and we both agree on the price. So I go out, track the thing down... and ya know what? It's not even a dragon. It's a mini-dragon, much less dangerous, called a forktail. I tell him I need bait so he gives me a sheep to herd toward the thing's nest. After 15 minutes of herding, the forktail swoops down, I lop off its head and take it as a trophy, a good time was had by all. All that's left is to get paid.
I go back to the village and the old man is amazed, asking if I'd seen it, what the battle was like, was it really, like, a dragon, maaaaaaan? So I decide, since I'm on the path of redemption, to tell him the truth. "Na bro," I say, mentally high fiving myself on a job well done and on my upcoming reward. "It was a forktail. Not quite as dangerous, but ya know, it still killed two of your villagers."
That's when it happened. The old man thought he had balls of steel. He had the fucking AUDACITY to keep talking instead of giving me my money:
"Oh, what's that now? Not quite as dengerous, ye say? Sounds like yer reward should be a bit smaller then, ye?"
Are you fucking kidding me? I even brought back the goddamn sheep, alive and well. Geralt reminded him that we'd agreed on a price in advance, shook on it. It was an honorable deal.
"No, you said it yourself. No danger at all. Here, yer lucky to get this." He then proceeds to hand me LESS THAN HALF of the agreed upon price. Then he gently smiles to himself, pats me on the ass, and expects me to fuck off out of his town.
I killed a giant lizard for him.
We agreed on an amount.
I'm poor. And now I'm also pissed.
You see, Geralt can't hurt innocent NPCs. But I figured out a way around that. I constructed a bomb to unleash flammable gas around him, and tossed it at his face. He was unharmed. UNTIL I cast Igni and the space around him burst into flames, searing the flesh from his miserly bones. And the blast even caught his grandson, who was in the house behind him.
I proceeded to give zero fucks, mounted Roach (The horse) and cantered on outta town.
That redemption horseshit just isn't for me, I guess.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 11, 2016 18:54:47 GMT
Me again. Spoilers for a sidequest inbound.
So after killing that old man and probably scarring his grandson for life, I fucked off and found a new job offer on my way out of town. This guy was all nervous, going on about nekkers and shit, so I decided I could use more money (Never have enough, ya know) and accepted his job. Thing is, when I tried to haggle the price, he accepted immediately. No bartering.That set off my warning bells right there, because everyone in this game is a penny-pinching SOB who genuinely think that being devoured by hellspawn is a better alternative than paying a PROFESSIONAL an actual DECENT amount of money to save them.
Anywho, I go to the site where he says he was attacked or some such, and sure enough there are bodies there... which seem to have died from old age. Strange. As I continue to investigate the scene, out of the fucking blue, a boulder rolls down the hill and nearly lands on me. After Geralt makes the astute deduction that it probably wasn't natural, I sigh to myself and climb the hill to see if I can track the person who did this. The money I'm getting had better be worth it.
I find some nekker tracks and follow them... into a pack of wolves. Shit. Kill the wolves, follow the tracks some more into a cave... which caves in as soon as I enter, trapping me. I move on, eager to find the bastard doing this to me, until I run into a nest of endregas.
You wanna know what an endrega is? Impagine that a scorpion and a spider both got drunk, and being angry drunks with nothing better to do proceed to HATE FUCK each other for the remainder of the night while going on about how they want to destroy the human race. Then in the morning after they wake up, and their hangovers threaten to kill them where they are, they proceed to hate fuck again EVEN HARDER until BOTH somehow get knocked up, give birth, throw their abominations of nature into a blender and find out that, yes, concentrated evil DOES blend. And I'm pretty sure that's the lore explanation of how endregas are made.
I'm forced to cut my way through a nest of those things. By now I'm getting pissed (Go figure) and and make my way into a small camp, where rudimentary drawings of me are plastered on the walls, detailing the ambush, AND the fake tracks, AND the endregas in detail. It is now that Geralt finally begins to suspect that, shocker, it's been a set-up. He finds an equally cruddy drawing of what he assumes to be the meeting place of these conspirators and I'm forced to go there... after fighting through a pack of actual nekkers.
And you know who I meet when I finally get to the meeting place? The motherfucker who gave me the job in the first place. AND an ice troll. AND a werewolf. AND a godling. And they are all pissed. They... actually had some very good motivations. They hated me, being a Witcher, because I killed monsters (Like them). So they decided to try and kill me. Ok, fair point. One was depressed at having his mate killed even though they were peaceful. A valid concern. Some even pointed out that they should let me go now, because I'd helped monsters before (True, early in the game). But, though they seemed willing to listen to reason and let me go without a fight once they realized I wasn't that bad of a dude, here's the thing.
The motherfucker who promised me money had lied. I hate liars almost as much as I had people who don't pay their debts.
Five minutes later their heads were mine. Should've paid up, dickheads.
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Post by wakemeup on Jun 11, 2016 20:02:26 GMT
Me again. Spoilers for a sidequest inbound. So after killing that old man and probably scarring his grandson for life, I fucked off and found a new job offer on my way out of town. This guy was all nervous, going on about nekkers and shit, so I decided I could use more money (Never have enough, ya know) and accepted his job. Thing is, when I tried to haggle the price, he accepted immediately. No bartering.That set off my warning bells right there, because everyone in this game is a penny-pinching SOB who genuinely think that being devoured by hellspawn is a better alternative than paying a PROFESSIONAL an actual DECENT amount of money to save them. Anywho, I go to the site where he says he was attacked or some such, and sure enough there are bodies there... which seem to have died from old age. Strange. As I continue to investigate the scene, out of the fucking blue, a boulder rolls down the hill and nearly lands on me. After Geralt makes the astute deduction that it probably wasn't natural, I sigh to myself and climb the hill to see if I can track the person who did this. The money I'm getting had better be worth it. I find some nekker tracks and follow them... into a pack of wolves. Shit. Kill the wolves, follow the tracks some more into a cave... which caves in as soon as I enter, trapping me. I move on, eager to find the bastard doing this to me, until I run into a nest of endregas. You wanna know what an endrega is? Impagine that a scorpion and a spider both got drunk, and being angry drunks with nothing better to do proceed to HATE FUCK each other for the remainder of the night while going on about how they want to destroy the human race. Then in the morning after they wake up, and their hangovers threaten to kill them where they are, they proceed to hate fuck again EVEN HARDER until BOTH somehow get knocked up, give birth, throw their abominations of nature into a blender and find out that, yes, concentrated evil DOES blend. And I'm pretty sure that's the lore explanation of how endregas are made. I'm forced to cut my way through a nest of those things. By now I'm getting pissed (Go figure) and and make my way into a small camp, where rudimentary drawings of me are plastered on the walls, detailing the ambush, AND the fake tracks, AND the endregas in detail. It is now that Geralt finally begins to suspect that, shocker, it's been a set-up. He finds an equally cruddy drawing of what he assumes to be the meeting place of these conspirators and I'm forced to go there... after fighting through a pack of actual nekkers. And you know who I meet when I finally get to the meeting place? The motherfucker who gave me the job in the first place. AND an ice troll. AND a werewolf. AND a godling. And they are all pissed. They... actually had some very good motivations. They hated me, being a Witcher, because I killed monsters (Like them). So they decided to try and kill me. Ok, fair point. One was depressed at having his mate killed even though they were peaceful. A valid concern. Some even pointed out that they should let me go now, because I'd helped monsters before (True, early in the game). But, though they seemed willing to listen to reason and let me go without a fight once they realized I wasn't that bad of a dude, here's the thing. The motherfucker who promised me money had lied. I hate liars almost as much as I had people who don't pay their debts. Five minutes later their heads were mine. Should've paid up, dickheads. Was surprised they even wanted to let you go, considering you murder everyone on your path. But then it was back to classic Rock.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 12, 2016 5:28:03 GMT
MAJOR story spoilers for 3, don't read if you haven't played. But it's also more dickery from me. So, I was rounding up allies to fight the Wild Hunt at Kaer Morhen and went to one of the clan chiefs in the Skellige Isles who liked me, named Crach. He said he wouldn't send any troops, BUT he took me aside and brought me into his room to show me a sword his family had for generations. It was pure silver, a legendary blade, handed from from father to son for hundreds of years, at least. A famous weapon, the kind that legends are told of. The kind of blade that it is an honor to simply be killed by, let alone to own it.
He handed it to me immediately. He told me that it was mine, because not only did he owe me one but he absolutely wanted to help me fight the Wild Hunt, and this larger than life sword was the best way he could. His priceless family heirloom, more treasured than anything else in his life except (Perhaps) for his own children. And he just gave it to me because I asked.
Took one look at the stats. Yuck.
Sold it to the first blacksmith I found in Novigrad.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 23:15:09 GMT
Finally finished Blood and Wine: Is there any way for Detlaff to live? I ended up fighting him. I got Syanna to talk to him, but the ribbon saved her. I continued to investigation, but convinced Anna Henrietta to see things form Syanna's perspective, and they both forgave each other... which ultimately, I didn't feel good about. Told Regis I didn't know what was next, mainly because in my Wild Hunt ending, that's kind of where Geralt is, in like... semi-retirement. So, I guess I like that situation, so it'll continue. Triss came to the vineyard... and honestly, I wish it didn't just kind of.... end. So... she's there now, I guess. I don't know, I figured there might be some final quest of showing Triss around Toussaint, since that was a conversation option, but no... I guess she's just hanging around the vineyard now. So... a mostly satisfying ending.
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Post by wakemeup on Jun 13, 2016 7:07:26 GMT
Finally finished Blood and Wine: Is there any way for Detlaff to live? I ended up fighting him. I got Syanna to talk to him, but the ribbon saved her. I continued to investigation, but convinced Anna Henrietta to see things form Syanna's perspective, and they both forgave each other... which ultimately, I didn't feel good about. Told Regis I didn't know what was next, mainly because in my Wild Hunt ending, that's kind of where Geralt is, in like... semi-retirement. So, I guess I like that situation, so it'll continue. Triss came to the vineyard... and honestly, I wish it didn't just kind of.... end. So... she's there now, I guess. I don't know, I figured there might be some final quest of showing Triss around Toussaint, since that was a conversation option, but no... I guess she's just hanging around the vineyard now. So... a mostly satisfying ending. You have to not give Syanna the ribbon to get option to spare Detlaff. Maybe you can also in the Elder vampire path, but not sure. I told Syanna she was going to rot and die in her cell and should be treated like a common bandit, so both sisters are dead. I prefer that to the happy ending, seems more fitting.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 14, 2016 4:26:40 GMT
Just beat the main story. Great fucking game. The final fight against the Wild Hunt was great. Killing Eredin and Calanthir felt so gooooood. And Ciri was a complete badass.
Seeing Crach die sucked. I liked him. Made it feel even better to kill Eredin, though.
One thing I'm confused of though, my ending said Redania was conquered by Nilfgaard. What? I had Radovid killed, yes, then killed Dijkstra so that the treaty would still go through, but I didn't think the treaty involved Redania completely surrendering. I thought it was Nilfgaard gets everywhere they've already taken, leave Redania alone to do its thing, and pull out of Temeria and leave it as a client state/vassal whatever, for the most part governing itself. Did the deal really mean that Nilfgaard gets Redania, too? Did I miss something?
At least stuff with Skellige and Ciri turned out okay. Cerys became Queen and took care of her people instead of doing the "Raid and pillage" thing Skellige used to love, and Ciri became a Witcher. Plus, after all that, I got to retire with Yen someplace quiet where we fuck each other's brains out on a nightly basis. Good shit.
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Post by Niccc on Jun 14, 2016 5:20:20 GMT
The game came into the mail today.
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Post by Rock114 on Jun 14, 2016 7:26:15 GMT
The game came into the mail today. Why did it cum on your mail?
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