Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Yesterday, the Tuska Open Air Metal Festival opened, and I was there.

Ah, it must have been awesome.

I'm leaving tomorrow(((((

Why can't I play as whoever I want? Why can't I sneak around, steal, and snipe enemies with a bow whenever I feel like it? Because this is The Elder Scrolls, and what's even worse, it's Oblivion. If I don't put down my bow, equip a shield on my arm, and find a place where I can practice blocking, I won't get endurance bonuses and will die from just a few hits. If I don't put down my bow, pick up a basic sword, and find someone to practice on, I won't get strength bonuses, and I'll be stuck with a weight limit of 150, wearing the lightest armor and wielding the lightest weapon, while the enemies get stronger and receive full bonuses. Why, in Fallout, Gothic, Baldur's Gate, or Arcanum, could I complete simple, enjoyable quests, gain a level, and then try to take on tougher enemies, gradually returning to more dangerous areas, but in this damn TES, I have to spend three hours with an unused level-up and like an idiot, look for opportunities to improve the relevant skills, one of which must be strength, and the other endurance, otherwise the character is unviable?
Why, in a game with an open world and freedom of action, can't I be who I want to be? Why can't I play the game the way I want, in a game that inherently offers the possibility to play as anyone you choose?
The answer is simple.
Because this is The Elder Scrolls – one of the worst game series with a definitively terrible role-playing system, created by the worst and most soulless RPG developers in history – Bethesda.

I used to sneak around, steal (waiting for NPCs to turn away or move), and do hit-and-run attacks. I remember stealing from a store, then selling the same items back to the store owner, and he recognized them and attacked me =\ it was awful.
I don't remember exactly which part of the game it was, though.

I don't remember which part it was in, though.

Then I sold those same items to the shop owner.

Not in Oblivion.

so it was in Morrik. he definitely stole it there.

Ar stole items in Morrowind and sold them in Oblivion.

Nebok, are you reading up on the Mafia?

No, I’ll wait until you get killed/executed.

So, if the madman is released, you will be replaced, okay.

In Morrowind, I exchanged money for money. As I leveled up my trading skill, the exchange rate became around 100 of my gold for 120 gold from the seller. I didn't play Oblivion, but Morrowind, with its role-playing system, is great. I didn't level up anything except axe skills, unarmored combat, and some kind of magic that I didn't use, and I was able to fight everyone effectively. Of course, this is true for Morrowind.

Message from Series #
The Ghost finds the very place where Amaranth buried the Valkyrie... Stay tuned!

Message from Series #
*Throughout the series, the Ghost is digging with a shovel*

Message from Series #
...After many attempts, the Ghost finally dug up the Valkyrie, and finally, after so long, he was able to put down the shovel... What will happen next?!

Wesker, with the support of Heroes World and Golden Pear 2009, presents:
A multi-part blockbuster "They Killed the Valkyrie 1.0"

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It happened a long time ago... About two years ago, maybe more... we were so close... We trolled each other, we teased. We were inseparable! We were... friends. But she... she died... I was devastated...
- Hey, Ghost, stop thinking using so many ellipses!
Wesker! Get out of my head! Away! Away!
So... as I said... She died under unknown circumstances... But recently I learned that maybe she is still alive!!! When I found out... I didn't even know what to think...
- Again? ^__^
Will you let me finish my thought?
The person who gave me this information said to find someone... Amaranth. Also known as Amko... Maybe... Maybe he will explain the situation! Maybe the Valkyrie is alive!!!
So... I went on a long journey - to a bar, two blocks from my house.
Entering there, I immediately approached the bartender and asked if he had seen Amaranth, and he pointed to a guy sitting in the corner.
Amaranth... He was a strange man. Big round eyes, cat ears, and besides that, he was extraordinarily cute...
I dared to approach him, even though he was so cute.

- Oh, my young friend, I was told that maybe you know the Valkyrie.
- Valkyries? I knew many Valkyries in my time.
- It was a proper name! - the Ghost was indignant.
- It was...
The Ghost literally went wild and jumped up.
- Confess, what did you do to the girl, you rapist?!
Amaranth, without reacting to Alex's aggressive actions, replied:
- As always: I raped her, killed her, raped her again, and buried the body in the forest. So what?
- I had feelings for her! And you, you bastard... you killed her...
Barely breathing from despair, he continued:
- Where did you bury her?? WHERE??!!!

December 23, 2009
Golden Pear
Everyone was in the hall - the jury, the nominees themselves, and even completely random guys from the street (who paid the organizer a little, but that's not the main point).
Freud and Lizard, of course, realized that they had no chance of winning, and were more like spectators.
Kosh, on the other hand, was counting on something, but we all understand...
The Favorite of the Gods was also here... However, no one in the hall was even afraid of him. In fact, who would be afraid of a monkey in a cage, and even with a muzzle?
But VisTrit was simply magnificent. An expensive suit, a beautiful haircut, a serious expression on his face. He was simply confident in his victory! His fans were sitting next to him. And there were many of them - the Witch, Hostor, and others.
The only one who was not in the hall was Arandor. No one can even imagine why, because he is VisTrit's main competitor!
Wesker appeared on stage again (who, by the way, could also win in this nomination).
- So, friends, are you ready to find out who turned out to be our jester? Yes?!
A defiant smile appeared on VisTrit's face.
- With a difference of one vote...
VisTrit's fans were simply screaming with anticipation!
- The winner is... Arandor!
The hall immediately fell silent. Silence fell. Almost everyone sat with a gloomy expression on their faces, and VisTrit, apparently, didn't even understand what had happened.
But after a few seconds, the host dispelled the tense atmosphere...
- Bring the jester on stage!
At that moment, Arandor came out from behind the curtain in a jester's costume, constantly shaking the bells on his head. It was at that moment that the hall burst into laughter, and even VisTrit sighed with relief, realizing what he had avoided.

December 24, 2009

>babblers

Cute. Almost like those kittens.

Why did it suddenly come to mind?