Dragon Age
I'm obsessed. I know.
I finished Origins on Tuesday after a good 2 day marathon of playing, just in time for the expansion, Awakening, to come out. I promptly bought it and started playing it last night.
It is potentially sad how much this game effects my level of happiness. For example, I was really disappointed after reading the Cast List in the booklet of Awakening that Alistair was not listed. Especially because I was supposed to be able to import my character from Origins, who is in a relationship with the man.
I got all moody and shut myself in my room, not really wanting to play it, but I had to make sure.
Low and behold, not more than 5 minutes into my game, King Alistair shows up to tell me what I have to do, including allowing me to flirt with him. He was all sad that I couldn't just stay with him in Denerim, and I got to joke with him, which is my favorite thing to do in this game. Thus, I am happily playing through a non-Alistair game just for the small hope that when I beat it, I'll be reunited with him.
Sad, I know.
The dialogue system is really my favorite thing about the whole game. In the first one, it's the reason why I fell so hard for Alistair in the first place- he would not "Disapprove" of me replying to him with the sarcastic response and, in fact, would play along. Most characters would just grumble and my rep with them would go down. Alistair actually likes it!
As an example, this is my favorite part from Origins. It is pretty much spoiler-free as this conversation is only achievable through a number of convoluted pre-requisites and I've deleted the parts that actually will spoil you. (Anytime you see a "..." that denotes spoiler rich text)
Alistair: I see you can't sleep, either. I also saw Morrigan outside your room earlier, and the look she gave me- that was icy even for her. Is something up?
Me: Alistair, we need to talk.
Alistair: Oh. I guess whatever Morrigan had to say, it's big. This is what I get for becoming King. Everyone always brings you the bad news. So what is it, then? Rats running amok? Cheese supplies run low? I can take it.
Me: (Instead of the direct approach, I go with:) I love you. You know that, right?
Alistair: Could you make it sound more ominous? Tell me, already.
...
Alistair: (pause) But you don't mean that, do you? What is this about?
Me: (Again, instead of direct-ness or serious, I go with:) Your wildest dreams come true: sex with Morrigan.
Alistair: (Laughs) All right, that's pretty funny. Nice way to cut the tension. So what's really up?
Me: I'm completely serious...
Alistair: (Laughs) Cute. This is payback, right? For all the jokes? (pause) But... you're not joking. You're actually serious... You're not actually asking me this, are you? ...
Me: (Now, I go for the direct approach, just cuz.) I won't lie to you. It will produce a child.
Alistair: WHAT?! I- I must be hearing things, but are you telling me to impregnate Morrigan...?!
The only thing that pissed me off was that Morrigan wouldn't let me join in or even be in the room. I wanted to be there to hold his hand... or something.
I also really enjoyed having to rescue the one woman from the estate in Denerim. I chose the option of being captured instead of fighting, and since Alistair was ALWAYS in my party, he was captured with me since he's a Grey Warden too. At first, I was planning on fighting but I chose the wrong chat-option, but when I watched the cut-scene and learned I wake up naked, sharing a dungeon cell with a naked Alistair, I went: Fuck fighting, man!! Heeee.
Another example of my love for this game, with Isabela in the tavern:
Me: We could board your ship. I'd like to see what's below deck.
Isabela: Ooh, and now you've piqued my interest. It would surely be rude of me to decline such a... delicious offer.
Alistair: Are you suggesting... with her? I mean... wow. And here I am, awake and everything.
Me: Why not?
Isabela: Perhaps your friend is feeling left out? There is always room for one more... yes?
Alistair: Err... boundaries, hello? Are you really sure you want to... you know...
Me: You could join in. It will be interesting, for both of us.
Alistair: Interesting, she says. Like it was a good book, or maybe a delightful pastry. Well, I'll say it. I am a weak, weak man. I guess I'll have to play along.
Isabela: Come, my ship is down by the docks, and I am sure you will find my cabins quite... comfortable.
Isabela: My dear, you wouldn't consider... leaving Alistair with me, would you? Perhaps letting me borrow him for a week every summer? I'm sure we could work out a deal.
Me: Would you lend me your ship?
Isabela: Of course not! You would misuse the ship-- Which, I suppose, is exactly what I would do with Alistair, though I suspect he would enjoy it while the ship wouldn't.
Alistair: Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating, but let's not forget the darkspawn. There may not be a week every summer, or any summer.
Isabela: Darkspawn! Is this the only thing men think about these days? What about the good old obsessions? Breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks?
Alistair: Mmm... wet frocks...
I think I need a significant other.
...and I think his name needs to be Alistair.
In other news my Mother came through her surgery well, though she really can't walk. She's getting around the house in an old wheelchair and hopping on one foot with a walker, and I've found that taking care of her is not so bad.
It's taking care of her damn dog that needs to go out every 15 minutes that's fucking annoying. But I'm just glad she's doing well. To bounce back from surgery like she is at her age is a good thing.
I finished Origins on Tuesday after a good 2 day marathon of playing, just in time for the expansion, Awakening, to come out. I promptly bought it and started playing it last night.
It is potentially sad how much this game effects my level of happiness. For example, I was really disappointed after reading the Cast List in the booklet of Awakening that Alistair was not listed. Especially because I was supposed to be able to import my character from Origins, who is in a relationship with the man.
I got all moody and shut myself in my room, not really wanting to play it, but I had to make sure.
Low and behold, not more than 5 minutes into my game, King Alistair shows up to tell me what I have to do, including allowing me to flirt with him. He was all sad that I couldn't just stay with him in Denerim, and I got to joke with him, which is my favorite thing to do in this game. Thus, I am happily playing through a non-Alistair game just for the small hope that when I beat it, I'll be reunited with him.
Sad, I know.
The dialogue system is really my favorite thing about the whole game. In the first one, it's the reason why I fell so hard for Alistair in the first place- he would not "Disapprove" of me replying to him with the sarcastic response and, in fact, would play along. Most characters would just grumble and my rep with them would go down. Alistair actually likes it!
As an example, this is my favorite part from Origins. It is pretty much spoiler-free as this conversation is only achievable through a number of convoluted pre-requisites and I've deleted the parts that actually will spoil you. (Anytime you see a "..." that denotes spoiler rich text)
Alistair: I see you can't sleep, either. I also saw Morrigan outside your room earlier, and the look she gave me- that was icy even for her. Is something up?
Me: Alistair, we need to talk.
Alistair: Oh. I guess whatever Morrigan had to say, it's big. This is what I get for becoming King. Everyone always brings you the bad news. So what is it, then? Rats running amok? Cheese supplies run low? I can take it.
Me: (Instead of the direct approach, I go with:) I love you. You know that, right?
Alistair: Could you make it sound more ominous? Tell me, already.
...
Alistair: (pause) But you don't mean that, do you? What is this about?
Me: (Again, instead of direct-ness or serious, I go with:) Your wildest dreams come true: sex with Morrigan.
Alistair: (Laughs) All right, that's pretty funny. Nice way to cut the tension. So what's really up?
Me: I'm completely serious...
Alistair: (Laughs) Cute. This is payback, right? For all the jokes? (pause) But... you're not joking. You're actually serious... You're not actually asking me this, are you? ...
Me: (Now, I go for the direct approach, just cuz.) I won't lie to you. It will produce a child.
Alistair: WHAT?! I- I must be hearing things, but are you telling me to impregnate Morrigan...?!
The only thing that pissed me off was that Morrigan wouldn't let me join in or even be in the room. I wanted to be there to hold his hand... or something.
I also really enjoyed having to rescue the one woman from the estate in Denerim. I chose the option of being captured instead of fighting, and since Alistair was ALWAYS in my party, he was captured with me since he's a Grey Warden too. At first, I was planning on fighting but I chose the wrong chat-option, but when I watched the cut-scene and learned I wake up naked, sharing a dungeon cell with a naked Alistair, I went: Fuck fighting, man!! Heeee.
Another example of my love for this game, with Isabela in the tavern:
Me: We could board your ship. I'd like to see what's below deck.
Isabela: Ooh, and now you've piqued my interest. It would surely be rude of me to decline such a... delicious offer.
Alistair: Are you suggesting... with her? I mean... wow. And here I am, awake and everything.
Me: Why not?
Isabela: Perhaps your friend is feeling left out? There is always room for one more... yes?
Alistair: Err... boundaries, hello? Are you really sure you want to... you know...
Me: You could join in. It will be interesting, for both of us.
Alistair: Interesting, she says. Like it was a good book, or maybe a delightful pastry. Well, I'll say it. I am a weak, weak man. I guess I'll have to play along.
Isabela: Come, my ship is down by the docks, and I am sure you will find my cabins quite... comfortable.
Isabela: My dear, you wouldn't consider... leaving Alistair with me, would you? Perhaps letting me borrow him for a week every summer? I'm sure we could work out a deal.
Me: Would you lend me your ship?
Isabela: Of course not! You would misuse the ship-- Which, I suppose, is exactly what I would do with Alistair, though I suspect he would enjoy it while the ship wouldn't.
Alistair: Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating, but let's not forget the darkspawn. There may not be a week every summer, or any summer.
Isabela: Darkspawn! Is this the only thing men think about these days? What about the good old obsessions? Breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks?
Alistair: Mmm... wet frocks...
I think I need a significant other.
...and I think his name needs to be Alistair.
In other news my Mother came through her surgery well, though she really can't walk. She's getting around the house in an old wheelchair and hopping on one foot with a walker, and I've found that taking care of her is not so bad.
It's taking care of her damn dog that needs to go out every 15 minutes that's fucking annoying. But I'm just glad she's doing well. To bounce back from surgery like she is at her age is a good thing.