Saturnine Tenshi

Guess here is as good as anywhere. Goodsmile is releasing a Sonic Nendoroid. 3,500 yen. April, 2012.

Yep. Though I'd hazard saying it's worth it simply to bring the hurt to the gamepad folk. x:

It is Bethesda, and it is what you should expect as a rational person. Assuming you're a rational person. I don't think they should be held in high regard despite their infamous issues with buggy releases. There is absolutely no excuse for a game so rife with bugs to receive a "10/10" from any outlet. But to expect otherwise is just silly. Edit: Looks like I was beaten to it. STOP HOUNDING THIS THREAD!

Welp, I'm finished. I can't say I've completed every quest, and there are a handful of caves I didn't visit, but I'm finished. 159 hours. I'm burned out. Turns out I killed the quest NPC for one of the daedric artifacts, so I'm missing Oblivion Walker. No amount of console tinkering could get her to give me the quest. A final look at Merill in her enchanted garb. I went about the Ebony Blade quest and sacrificed Lydia to power the sword. Maybe I should share the sequential screenshots? <:

Whoops! Well, I did search for "counter-strike", so that probably mucked it up.

So a perfunctory search for "counter-strike" has yielded nothing. "RPG-ification in games" is evidently somehow related. Who delivered Counter-Strike to that thread, huh? Hero Mod, maybe? The GO closed beta began yesterday, so I imagine this game needs a god damned thread for all the niggling and quibbling and innumerable cavils. We are, of course, gamers. It is what we do. I had a few issues with what I touched last night. In many ways, it was similar to touching a stranger on the subway—more like Counter-Strike: Chikan. Terrorists should not be wearing such short skirts if they don't- nevermind. Bit of a tangent there. The blurred scope taught me to never move when scoped, even though there is a gauge for how manageable a sniper rifle is when moving. I got the hang of it closer to the end of the night. GO certainly looks better. The radial menu works fine. I despise Dust, one of the most overplayed maps in the fucking span of Counter-Strike. So I hope you understand when I say I don't care to discuss the map design. Anyway, I only had one real problem with the game: movement. There is a bit of a slide when strafing that, unless crouching, makes finding that precise line of sight a pain in the ass. And it feels like Left 4 Dead, not Counter-Strike. Maneuverability is too... I don't know what it is. But players maneuver like Left 4 Dead, and I don't like it. Otherwise, it's CS as you'd envision a new release.

Xenogears.

Fried rice with whatever ingredients I have at the time: shrimp, chicken, eggs, onions of various types, etc. Baked stuffed chicken breast is nice, with a layer of eggs and green onions. Pancit bihon, too. Dango! Oh, and instant fucking mashed potatoes.

Man, I saw this on Twitter and it wouldn't load then. What the hell penis-bananas?

One of my favorite title themes ever.

Sometimes, I land in front of the enemy after a haphazard drop. They don't see me. Still, I don't think it's any more broken than anything else given the proper attunement.

This is a date-sim. With pigeons.

I tend to gravitate toward Dungeons & Dragons wrt fantasy simply because of the familiarity and connected world. Still, I have to suggest Terry Goodkind's The Sword of Truth series which began in '97, but most of it was released in the last ten years. Oh- oh! Oh! Cannot forget The Kingkiller Chronicles. It does things for me, unspeakable things. If you don't mind the Forgotten Realms setting, I'm a champion of Richard Lee Byers' Haunted Lands trilogy and The War of the Spider Queen saga(which the fella also participated in).

Well, it wasn't so much the reset as the revival of a named NPC.

I've never been big on the fightan, but I've spent quite some time on SWR and Blazblue. The latter is mostly due to my ex-roommate being a colossal fightan freak. But I gave him a run for his money with v-13. I don't know the shortcut for the letter, so you'll have to settle for "v".

I've encountered some odd ones, but nothing game-breaking. Once, when going about the Thieves Guild repeatable to forge ledgers, the objective was situated on a box. The ledger was downstairs and its numbers were unassailable. However, and this is a big however—can you not see the bold letters? The ruins north of the College of Mages reset for some reason. Now, that alone is negligible. BUT! BUT HOWEVER! HOWEVER BUT! It's where I accidentally killed the sweetest dunmer ever to mutter, "Hey Merill, let's go adventuring and do all the things adventurers do!" I gave Brelyna a proper burial with two sweet rolls and a long taffy in the tomb opposite the sacrificial slab. This set me about a quest to obtain Dead Thrall and bring the wonderful lass back. When I'd finally reached the point of learning the spell, I found her sleeping cozily in her Hall of Attainment nest. Returned to her tomb and the doors were re-locked, the sarcophagus re-sealed and only the treats remained. I guess I'm a conjurer now, too. Additionally: I've sent a message to Solitude.

Uncharted 3 for the wife. Christmas present, that. Also two copies of Serious Sam HD Gold.

They told her it was called Windhelm. Much like the preceding cities, it was a foreign place among foreign places. Only the reliably ebullient snowflakes followed her. The girl delighted in their erratic descent. When the downy creatures amassed, they would scream under her stomps. She would grin and, in a brief moment of welcome respite, forget her loneliness. But the townsfolk were arguing, spewing painful rancor that hurt her ears. Harsh words. So she hid. The elf did not want confrontation. That was not enough, so she fled the abrasive pitches that hurt her fragile ears. Gravely, she missed his particular timbre and the invigorating feeling it marshaled. Now, only the ever-growing ache chewed at her. The winsome elf had to search, as she always did, by ascending the highest vantage. No, not here. Only the stolen glow of her memories. Vesper romps through musky palatial passages with carmine eyes fixed on the scintillating firelight he used to illuminate the way. Elsewhere, avoid the strangers. Strangers hurt. An arris, a balustered balcony and there. There! Oh, she would climb and spot him from the tippest top of that toppest tip! Eagerly, too eagerly for the reticent sprite, she burst into the keep. The familiarity was lacerating. A scrumptious dinner had been prepared. That chair was his. Her sister's. Hers. "Splendifercakes!" she blurted. Exasperated, she shook her sunny curtains. No, this too was foreign. The sentries were silent. She meant nothing to them. Likewise. To the tippest top, then. Immediately, she was assaulted by the rancid stench of a stranger. Friendly conversation with strangers was always too friendly for the socially awkward creature. The greeting arrived as untrammeled deception to her ears. She offered a shy smile and hurried by. Something her only one treasured. Something which had atrophied in solitude. The causeways reminded her of sanguine days. The breached portals introduced bedrooms, similarly baleful in their capacity to ignite memories. Tossed satin and fibrous gowns, there. She suffered the rending returns for nothing; no way up. Meekly, she passed the man of deceit, and his chatter bounced harmlessly off her trappings. That's what the elf had to convince herself. She would not be sullied. Once again to the audience room, dinner table and antechamber amalgam. She thought it would have been great to eat while her sovereign listened to the complainers complain. He called them "dribbling dimwits". He called her songbird. To the left and swiftly past the chattermen. Maybe she'd find the uppermost perch beyond. Only a raised bed here. The room was nothing like hers, or her king's. His reeked of alchemical substances and ancient tomes. Hers was suspended in a perpetual tempest of items found appealing by her unbound, capricious curiosity. By command of that trait, she took a seat. The rousing smell of ozone did not welcome her. Instead, she met the scent of sweat and cinnamon. The bantam girl could not resist, so she didn't. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. The bouncing felt barren. She'd done so countless times with her giggling sister. Reliably, he would emit a mirthless sigh, and it would satisfy her. Even his tired outbreaths were for her. Expelling an equally defeated susurration, the lass sulked her way off the bed and retraced her steps. There would be no tippest top today. Upon returning to the many-purposed room, the man stopped her with his foreign drawl like settling rubble. Along came the sweat and cinnamon. He said he was the king here and asked her purpose. Despite her apprehension, the tunic-wrapped elf managed to correct him. "Not mine. My king is super favorable. You are not super favorable." The error righted, she turned to depart- but oh! Frosted pastry treat! Was this his pastry? It was his pastry. Could she nibble? A slight nip? She would nip and nibble. But the foreign looker must not see. He was looking! Looking with those leering lookers at her frosted friend! Surreptitious success! Satisfaction dominated the next dozen sugar-inspired raps of heel-to-stone until she reached the heavy bronze egress. The treats were his placation during those long-removed times. He taught her belly happiness. The sensation once pervaded her—most luminous beneath her bosom—and he taught her happiness everywhere. But the loneliness returned. On burning, pestilent claws, it returned. Bread clenched between weary fingers, she looked over her shoulder. Another room without her truest one.

That's a given, Jesus. Next you'll want to go play Duke Nukem Forever or some equally rancid title. Like MGS. Edit: Aw, man. I was kidding. Anyway, a video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S42NgHsmbbw

Can't really censure anyone for playing Zelda. |:< I'll be damned if I don't try, though! Merill cannot stand on her bed in the new house, so sweet rolls end up whereever. Now that I've maxed enchanting, I've begun adding +magicka regen and +archery damage to all my equipment.

After unlocking the 100,000 septim achievement, I just buy shit now. I just give them money. I could easily steal these things. Spent so much time hoarding gold and visiting every vendor I could find because no-one ever had enough gold. There are those Speechcraft perks, for anyone interested.

Sixteen. Aside from being the prime of prurience, it's also a bangin' deal for what I thought was the best WRPG of the year: The Witcher 2.

I own all of the Lusty Argonian Maid. And Thief of Virtue. Those notwithstanding, I just pick up the rarer titles. All my bookshelves are full.