Zilch said:
In my mind, a macho manly game would be much more homoerotic than anything made in Japan.
Nah, you just don't see where he's coming from. What Ned, and a few others, wants is an RPG with this hulking, barbarian type hero. Somebody with muscles so huge he can barely wipe himself, and who can make the villians of the world cower in a fetal position with only a single scowl.
You see, this makes the RPG
manly. You'd be handed a protagonist that simply rips off people's heads on a whim, and then uses their neck as a urinal. This hero would be
hard-fucking-core, to the point that NOBODY would dare fuck with him. And when some cocky villian got the idea to defy this unspoken rule of non-fuckery-with-the-barbarian-protagonist,
watch out, as there'd be enough blood spilled to make the biblical tales look like Sesame Street.
In case you're not getting where I'm coming from, here's an example cutscene:
The protagonist stands with a horde of brigands upon a hilltop, surrounded on all sides by thousands of Orcs at the base. One wave presses forward, Orcs and Brigands clash -- limbs are flying left and right, blood spurting everywhere, bodies piling up so high on the ground that the battlefield is starting to take place on-top of them, as there's no other choice.
Soon, another wave of Orcs strikes, and then another... After a few, the last of the brigands fall, leaving only our protagonist -- shirt torn, shield well worn, and his body caked in blood from head to toe. Another wave strikes, this will be the last... Before they get there, the protagonist sheds his tathered shirt entirely, and grips his blade. One Orc, then two, rush towards him blades in hand, followed shortly by an earth-rattling sound of clashing steel.
The protagonist swings around, chops off one Orc's head, then the other's. Another few rush the hilltop, reaching where he is... A few well-placed blows later, a few more Orcs lie slain before him. He grins, as there is only one remaining, charging steadfast towards him. He grips his blade once more, and throws his shield forward to block what will be the last of the strikes made upon him this day, and pushes the Orc past him to his side.
...Then, with a grace rarely seen in a barbarian, he twirls around behind this final Orc and lops off his head.
<Ned Flanders>
*squeals like a girl* Look at his muscles ripple as he chops off that last Orc's head! OMG! This is fantastic! He's so manly, I want him!
*swoons*
See, this is what they want. This is
manly, and rugged, in an oiled-up wrestling match kind of way. Rippling muscles, covered in sweat and blood, ready to be positively
ravished by the player's eyes, is the order of the day... and, well, to that I say: fap away, Ned Flanders, fap away.
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