It's time to move on, enhance thyself, and leave behind the trash that once was revolutionary and necessary in a game.
For me, it's skeletons. It started a long time ago, but for the longest now I've been thinking that skeletons are just the most ridiculous thing ever. I mean, dude... IT'S A SKELETON. It's worse than naked, it's inadequate. Vacant eyes, no nose, no muscle, and an unwavering toothy grin is supposed to jar my nerves? They were in our freaking Biology classes, with the teachers hat and tie on them almost every Friday, with a sign hung on its neck stating the weekly lesson plans and what to study for the bi-weekly tests, and candy in the hands for those who got high marks. Fuck a skeleton. Seriously, it's time to leave it in the grave or feed it to Cerebus or some other vengeful hound of the Underdark, because it's just not doing its job anymore. When the best weapon against an undead creature (club-types) is it's OWN DAMN FEMUR...
Although I must admit that during all this time I've been jaded against skeletons and skeleton-derived creatures, one has managed to queue my interest. Playing Wizardry 8, I'm climbing some stairs, hurt like all hell, near death, then I enter a seemingly random battle. But it's different....
-*FWOOM*-
A wicked sword drops from out of nowhere, and out materializes the Grim Reaper with one of the most badass musical themes ever. In seconds he reaps the peanuts out of my shit and kills me. Man, I was dissing skeletal creatures before, but that guy stepped up for all skeletons, everywhere. I give it respect, but not an apology as I return to reclaim my dignity.
So do you have any conventions you'd like to be laid to the wayside? Remember, he hands out candy to the first reply...
For me, it's skeletons. It started a long time ago, but for the longest now I've been thinking that skeletons are just the most ridiculous thing ever. I mean, dude... IT'S A SKELETON. It's worse than naked, it's inadequate. Vacant eyes, no nose, no muscle, and an unwavering toothy grin is supposed to jar my nerves? They were in our freaking Biology classes, with the teachers hat and tie on them almost every Friday, with a sign hung on its neck stating the weekly lesson plans and what to study for the bi-weekly tests, and candy in the hands for those who got high marks. Fuck a skeleton. Seriously, it's time to leave it in the grave or feed it to Cerebus or some other vengeful hound of the Underdark, because it's just not doing its job anymore. When the best weapon against an undead creature (club-types) is it's OWN DAMN FEMUR...
Although I must admit that during all this time I've been jaded against skeletons and skeleton-derived creatures, one has managed to queue my interest. Playing Wizardry 8, I'm climbing some stairs, hurt like all hell, near death, then I enter a seemingly random battle. But it's different....
-*FWOOM*-
A wicked sword drops from out of nowhere, and out materializes the Grim Reaper with one of the most badass musical themes ever. In seconds he reaps the peanuts out of my shit and kills me. Man, I was dissing skeletal creatures before, but that guy stepped up for all skeletons, everywhere. I give it respect, but not an apology as I return to reclaim my dignity.
So do you have any conventions you'd like to be laid to the wayside? Remember, he hands out candy to the first reply...