What, Are We Just Supposed To Leave The River Devoid Of Explosives?
The latest instalment in playing games so Tem can watch: we've started the Uncharted series! We're still on Drake's Fortune at the moment.
Because R2 is 'sprint' in The Last of Us but 'shoot' in Uncharted, I keep startling myself by accidentally firing my gun. I explained this to Tem.
Riona: So, if I ever fire my gun for no reason, I'm trying to run.
Tem: Ah, truly the American experience.
This playthrough contains a troubling amount of Tem laughing at me as I plummet to my death.
'You died so beautifully that time,' Tem commented at one point, as Nate fell lifeless into the ocean. 'Your arms were flung out, your leg was bent; it looked like a graceful ballet move. It was like the end of Swan Lake.'
Tem: You keep dying, but you get a tiny bit further each time.
Ginger: Just like Edge of Tomorrow.
Riona: Oh, wow, I would love to see Nate in an Edge of Tomorrow situation.
I've never previously considered putting Nate in a 'dying kicks you back' time loop, but he does seem like a fun character for it! I'd need more of a concept than that, though. I've been struggling a bit to come up with fic concepts lately; it's been a relatively slow writing year so far, although at least I've got my Final Fantasy VIII website to work on, so I don't feel like I haven't been doing anything creative.
'We've killed a lot of people,' Tem observed. 'We're such an upbeat, fun-loving guy in the cutscenes; we don't seem like the kind of person who'd shoot hundreds of people without hesitation. We don't even take a moment to reflect. Nate never goes, "Sorry, Elena; I need some time to sit with the weight of my sins."'
Riona: Why is there a guy pushing explosive barrels into the river? He was doing it even before he knew we were downstream. Is that just his job?
Tem: Well, someone's got to do it. Think of the fish.
Riona: Oh, yes, of course. We hate those fucking fish.
Tem: Those fish have had it easy for too long.
At one point, Nate launched himself in the wrong direction and fell to his death. I exclaimed, 'D-!' and then cut myself off. I was trying to scold Nate for jumping the wrong way: 'Nate!' But my instinct when scolding, it turns out, is to say the name of our evil cat: 'Dipper!'
Dipper's lovely. He's very friendly and gentle. But he is on a constant take-no-prisoners quest for food, and he will chew on anything he can get his paws on. I've had to stitch my bra straps together multiple times because Dipper keeps chewing through them. Nathan Drake, to my knowledge, has never done this.
Because R2 is 'sprint' in The Last of Us but 'shoot' in Uncharted, I keep startling myself by accidentally firing my gun. I explained this to Tem.
Riona: So, if I ever fire my gun for no reason, I'm trying to run.
Tem: Ah, truly the American experience.
This playthrough contains a troubling amount of Tem laughing at me as I plummet to my death.
'You died so beautifully that time,' Tem commented at one point, as Nate fell lifeless into the ocean. 'Your arms were flung out, your leg was bent; it looked like a graceful ballet move. It was like the end of Swan Lake.'
Tem: You keep dying, but you get a tiny bit further each time.
Ginger: Just like Edge of Tomorrow.
Riona: Oh, wow, I would love to see Nate in an Edge of Tomorrow situation.
I've never previously considered putting Nate in a 'dying kicks you back' time loop, but he does seem like a fun character for it! I'd need more of a concept than that, though. I've been struggling a bit to come up with fic concepts lately; it's been a relatively slow writing year so far, although at least I've got my Final Fantasy VIII website to work on, so I don't feel like I haven't been doing anything creative.
'We've killed a lot of people,' Tem observed. 'We're such an upbeat, fun-loving guy in the cutscenes; we don't seem like the kind of person who'd shoot hundreds of people without hesitation. We don't even take a moment to reflect. Nate never goes, "Sorry, Elena; I need some time to sit with the weight of my sins."'
Riona: Why is there a guy pushing explosive barrels into the river? He was doing it even before he knew we were downstream. Is that just his job?
Tem: Well, someone's got to do it. Think of the fish.
Riona: Oh, yes, of course. We hate those fucking fish.
Tem: Those fish have had it easy for too long.
At one point, Nate launched himself in the wrong direction and fell to his death. I exclaimed, 'D-!' and then cut myself off. I was trying to scold Nate for jumping the wrong way: 'Nate!' But my instinct when scolding, it turns out, is to say the name of our evil cat: 'Dipper!'
Dipper's lovely. He's very friendly and gentle. But he is on a constant take-no-prisoners quest for food, and he will chew on anything he can get his paws on. I've had to stitch my bra straps together multiple times because Dipper keeps chewing through them. Nathan Drake, to my knowledge, has never done this.