|
Post by Rock114 on Feb 21, 2016 4:19:14 GMT
Just discoverd that being the Champion Prizefighter in New Reno means I can have all the free boning I want at the brothel. I went there and got some for me, for my buddy "Trader" Vic, then for good ol' John "The Alcoholic" Cassidy, then I got more boning for me, then treated my main man MARCUS THE MUTANT to a free ride with one of the girls, then went and got a third round for myself. It was all good. Everyone got laid. Except for Sulik. Fuck that guy. We got into a bar fight earlier and he just started stabbing random gamblers while a bunch of mafia goons started shooting me and everyone else up. Then they started machinegunning the prostitutes to death by the dozens, but Sulik just kept stabbing random bar patrons while half of Reno started trying to murder the other half. By the time I'd taken down the Mordino Family's goons with my army of Pimps, Prostitutes, and Drug Addicts, half of Virgin Street was just stacked with corpses. This Sulik dude is a fucking psychopath. First the children then random casino patrons. Christ, next I'm expecting him to release FEV into Redding's water supply. This dude has problems. I didn't let him anywhere near the women in Miss Kitty's establishment, he's too unstable. Every time I play this game he makes me regret paying his debt for him and letting him adventure with me. So everyone got laid except Sulik. Who knew that shooting Mike Tyson would work out so well for me? Fucking kill Sulik already damn. Done. Drove out to the middle of the desert then shot up his legs. Then when he was on the brink of death I let him just experience the pain for a minute or so before I whipped out my plasma rifle and shot him in the groin. He liquified into a puddle of goo, from the dick outward. Now he's just a pile of jello in the middle of the desert, being scorched by the merciless California sun. All in all a good day for Team GOOCH.
|
|
|
Post by Niccc on Feb 21, 2016 4:45:48 GMT
THA GOOCH is a legend
|
|
|
Post by Rock114 on Feb 21, 2016 6:15:15 GMT
THA GOOCH metes out justice swiftly and harshly to all evildoers of the wastes.
|
|
|
Post by sos on Apr 25, 2016 3:44:16 GMT
Automatrom was a decent add-on. I thought The Mechanist made for an interesting example of the kinds of flash-in-the-pan adversaries that may pop up in the Commonwealth.
Wasteland Workshop on the other hand may be the worst add-on content in the history of add-on content.
Also, no matter what I do I can't get any of my settlements to 100%. Hell, I haven't gotten past 91%. Pisses me off to no end given that that's the only trophy I haven't achieved yet.
Yeah, I'm still playing this from time to time. I'm a loser.
|
|
|
Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Apr 25, 2016 13:11:51 GMT
Automatrom was a decent add-on. I thought The Mechanist made for an interesting example of the kinds of flash-in-the-pan adversaries that may pop up in the Commonwealth. Wasteland Workshop on the other hand may be the worst add-on content in the history of add-on content. Also, no matter what I do I can't get any of my settlements to 100%. Hell, I haven't gotten past 91%. Pisses me off to no end given that that's the only trophy I haven't achieved yet. Yeah, I'm still playing this from time to time. I'm a loser. Yeah the settlements never go above 85% for me. Ungrateful bastards.
|
|
|
Post by Zeruis on May 4, 2016 21:14:27 GMT
Far Harbor trailer released.
Can't wait for this, I like the look of the new enemies.
|
|
|
Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on May 5, 2016 0:52:14 GMT
Whoot! Looks great.
|
|
|
Post by sos on May 17, 2016 3:04:47 GMT
I am pumped as FUCK for Far Harbor. I'm gonna play that shit all weekend.
|
|
|
Post by sos on May 22, 2016 17:25:03 GMT
So, you can "go on a date" (read: fuck) an actual robot in Far Harbor. Like, not Curie put into a human form. Like, a female R2-D2.
I mean, shit.
|
|
|
Post by sos on May 23, 2016 3:24:49 GMT
The mission of accessing DiMA's memories is by far the worst mission I've ever played in any video game ever ever EVER.
|
|
|
Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on May 23, 2016 3:57:24 GMT
The mission of accessing DiMA's memories is by far the worst mission I've ever played in any video game ever ever EVER. The three hour laser puzzle? Yeah, fuck that.
|
|
|
Post by Rock114 on Aug 7, 2016 22:14:57 GMT
Got back into Fallout 4 (Yes guys, I already know all about the game's many shortcomings, and I for the most part agree) recently after receiving the Season Pass a long time back so I can finally play that stuff, and had something happen that reminded me of the good ol' times when I fucked up in the original Fallout games:
There I was, wandering to Quincy to shoot up some Gunners because hey, murder is fun, when I hear someone calling to me. Some mysterious voice, unidentified and unseen, in desperate need of assistance. So I follow the quest marker sound of the voice to a child ghoul... in a fridge? What?
After releasing him from his moldy bondage he quickly informed me that his name was Billy and he had been trapped for... wait, what? Really? 200 years? No bullshit, two centuries in that chilly coffin? How did he-
You know what, nevermind. Fuck the explanations, that's just too ridiculous. I think my character must have been tripping out on the Mole Rat Disease she just contracted from Vault 81. But regardless, with Curie right behind me and judging my every move I agreed to take the kid to his old house, which was surely annihilated by nuclear fire centuries ago, so he can find his parents. Being chivalrous is basically Curie's fetish and I wanted to tap that frigid steel casing of hers. Helping a child find his (Certainly long dead) parents by taking him to his (Likely vaporized) house is about as goody-two shoes as one can get. So, with visions of Curie's oiled up (WD-40, obviously) servomotors dancing in my mind I brought the kid back to his house, prepared to just drop him off at what I assumed was a scorched crater because that's how reality works.
But somehow, someway, inexplicably, the house was not only still standing, but it had his parents inside. And not as skeletons comically sitting in the living room reading newspapers or sewing, but as legitimate fucking Ghouls. What are the odds? Seriously, what? Did they just sit on their asses for 200 years while their kid was trapped less than a mile up the road? Why haven't they moved on when the Gunners came in and massacred the city just-
No. I just don't even care anymore. I'm done with this improbably heartwarming series of stupid events. I just saved their kid from eternity in a frozen hell, so like all heroes I start rummaging through their stuff to find a reward. I walk over to the fridge while the father is thanking me, with tears in his eyes. The mother is embracing her son and almost unable to believe their good fortune, praising the heavens above for bringing her son back and letting her feel joy for the first time in centuries. The father asks how they can possibly repay such generosity... and then I picked up the Nuka-Cola in the fridge while he was looking at me.
The father's shotgun comes out in a flash and he fires, missing me. Honed by many hours of combat in the wasteland I draw Deliverance and put a 10mm bullet right between his eyes, forcing a gory shower of brain matter to explode out of his skull and all over his wife and child. The wife wastes no time in springing to the defense of her son but the only weapon she can find is her rolling pin. She takes two steps and I hit her with a perfectly executed Mozambique Drill: Two to the chest, one to the forehead. She crumpled to the rotting, termite-eaten floorboards of house without even the essence of a whisper.
Textbook.
The child, Billy, sees his parents collapse to the ground in a bloody heap and flees. I sight down on him with Deliverance, because the last thing you do in these situations is leave a witness. Two shots, two hits. But he keeps running because it's a Bethesda game, the force of his adrenaline propelling him through the radioactive swamps, intent on putting as much distance as he can between himself and his home and the mutilated remnant of his former life.
But, as we all know, a child can't simply shrug off two close range 10mm bullets. So somewhere, between Boston and Quincy and beyond my knowledge, his energy would have finally given out. He'd stumble for a few extra steps as the severity of his wounds finally asserted itself and overrode his terror. The bullets in his back would feel like two lead weights, dragging him down with burning chains to the mud as his blood cascaded from the wounds and colored the toxic pool next to him red. The last thing he will see, the image burned into his mind for the rest of his life, will be his foolish father throwing his life, and the lives of his family, away for a simple bottle of flat Nuka-Cola. And then his sole companion will be oblivion.
And I still haven't been able to do the nasty with Curie.
|
|
|
Post by Rock114 on Aug 9, 2016 15:05:28 GMT
Had a scare in Diamond City last night.
I was wandering along near the bar run by the two Russian brothers, Curie in tow, in the middle of the night when the streets were nearly empty. I stopped in front of the bar where the street lights were powered on, so I could admire as much of Curie's voluptuous chassis as I possibly could when, far away at the end of the street, I took note of a figure silhouetted against a building. The figure, little more than a shadow, almost seemed to be... staring at me. Alone. In the middle of the night.
Why?
Then it took a step toward me. And another. Followed by another... and it kept going. Drawing closer, speed increasing until the shadow was nearly at a full run. But what stood out about the figure rushing toward me the most?
It was a child.
A hurricane of thoughts and fears threatened to sweep me away on tides of terror as I fumbled for my pistol, Deliverance. What's this child doing at night all alone? Did he know I would be here? Why is he charging at me? Could it be, I wonder, the ghost of the Ghoul child whose family I slaughtered defended myself from? Curie wasn't reacting. Could she even see him? Did he appear on her sensors, was he visible to her photoreceptors or was this devilish specter some machination of my own repressed guilt over my horrendous actions? Reality seemed to blend with my own twisted nightmares until what I saw before me became one with my deepest nightmares. Was this really happening or was I in a dream, trapped until the end of time to relive this terrifying moment as punishment for my sins?
I reloaded the pistol. Sliding the magazine in seemed like an eternity. Hands trembling I chambered a new round and raised the weapon again, my blood turning to ice as the phantom reached the edge of the light and I prepared to fire, but I knew it was a futile gesture at best. one final "Fuck you" to the entity before it swept me away on a deathly cold wind to face my eternal punishment in the next world. And then the shadow stepped out of the darkness...
...To reveal smooth, unradiated human skin. It was just a normal, human, non-ghoul child. And, thankfully, not a spirit of righteous vengeance. My relief could have filled an ocean.
It was merely the little Pembroke child, whose father I had betrayed, murdered, and cannibalized the week before during a drug deal gone south. Talk about a close call, huh?
|
|
|
Post by sos on Aug 10, 2016 3:41:28 GMT
I'm just a few Brotherhood of Steel story mission trophies away from getting all trophies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too bad I have no interest in doing another playthrough so I'll probably never get 'em.
|
|
|
Post by Niccc on Aug 10, 2016 7:05:28 GMT
I'm just a few Brotherhood of Steel story mission trophies away from getting all trophies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Too bad I have no interest in doing another playthrough so I'll probably never get 'em. HEY, WE'RE OUT HERE REPRESENTING THE BROTHERHOOD
|
|