#fourth-age

17 is here!

Spoilers for a Kadara side mission...

fourth-age replied to your post: “No BioWare, sudoku is NOT an adequate replacement for towers of...”

I'm fine with the puzzle, but it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to cycle through the characters.  I kept opening it up and immediately submitting it.

You must have a hell of a lot of patience. Once it went on a 5x5 grid with fucking tetris bullshit I went straight to the internet

proserpine-in-phases replied to your post: “No BioWare, sudoku is NOT an adequate replacement for towers of...”

i love sudoku

Please come over and solve this robot bullshit for me please

mystery-moose replied to your post: “No BioWare, sudoku is NOT an adequate replacement for towers of...”

I'm not sure why they thought we wanted to do that three times on every planet.

And then try to kill me whether I get it wrong or right

JUST SO YOU KNOW BIOWARE, THE BUDDHISTS DID NOT INVENT THESE PUZZLES TO KILL PEOPLE JUST FYI

shadoedseptmbr replied to your post: “Ryder is… really, really fucking young”

I feel like they're  walking around "are you my mommy"  it's a little distracting

I do feel oddly protective though, it’s like watching newly minted students down for their first bender on Fresher’s Week

mystery-moose replied to your post: “Ryder is… really, really fucking young”

It's consistent characterization, at least!

It is, unlike with Shepard it looks like the devs had a clear idea of what Ryder was. Shepard in comparison was in retrospect, a blank slate    

sinvraal replied to your post: “Ryder is… really, really fucking young”

Lol yup. It's sort of endearing in some ways. At least it's a clean break from Shepard...

interstellarperformance replied to your post: “Ryder is… really, really fucking young”

Right?! I feel like people should adopt me.

30. Something you disliked about ME/ME2/ME3? 

ME1: Inventory management. The accumulation of piles of weapons, armor, and ammo that were hard to tell apart and often not as good as what you were carrying, requiring you to sort and sell that stuff every time you finished a mission. That got real old real fast.

ME2: The lack of scope and outdoor environments. In ME2 you basically fight your way through a series of boxes. Sometimes they’re fun boxes, but I missed the landscapes and exploration in the first game. I also disliked the Hammerhead a lot, so what exploration there was didn’t work for me as well.

ME3: Aside from the ending, the linearity of the game bugs me. It doesn’t quite run on rails, but there are not always a lot of options for what order to do missions in, which makes the playing experience less varied for me.

40. Do you already know how your Ryderwill look like? Describe them or share fanart. 

The last non-Bioware game that I played was Skyrim, which is pretty much my space-out game. It doesn’t have the same plot-based urgency as the Bioware games do, so if I want to spend three weeks in Whiterun leveling up my Smithing skill because that’s where my brain is at, I can! 

💣: ship that pisses you off

I don’t generally have very strong negative feelings about ships, and my general approach to fandom is to ship and let ship.

That being said, Jack/Miranda pisses me off.

I’d like to make it clear that my ship-and-let-ship philosophy still stands, and I certainly don’t want to say that anyone shouldn’t ship it. For me, however, I find their relationship toxic and vicious, and I’d rather keep them in separate penalty boxes. Hateshipping just doesn’t do it for me, and that’s certainly a matter of personal preference.

The lovely @fourth-age is having a giveaway, and one of the ways to enter is to write a drabble of precisely 100 words. So. Here’s mine.

Red and Black

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The tower is full. The tower is empty. The tower is falling.

He cannot breathe.

—Foul and corrupt are they—

Blood seeps into the floor. So many bodies. He cannot look away from them. Hem of a robe, spreading blood like a paintbrush, red and black, red and black.

Cannot breathe.

—Who have taken His gift—

“You are just a boy, aren’t you?”

Demon hands and demon kisses and demon whispers, whispers, whispers.

Cannot.

—And turned it against His children—