all hail emperor... martin?!
Just got to the bit in Oblivion where you meet Sean Bean's character. I wasn't expecting it and I didn't know who he was voicing, so when I speak to this guy and out pops Sean's heart-stoppingly gravelly voice, I actually froze up and made a sort of gurgly "hnnggghh..." noise in the back of my throat. Oh noes, that all-important first impression gone to the dogs!
After that I was just bothering him for about half an hour. You know, he walks off a bit and you keep running after him, clicking him so he'll speak... "Do the voice, do the voice, I LIVE for the VOICE!!" I think I really pissed him off :D In the end, he's running off down the hill to get away from me. I think I broke him :(
I think Bethesda have a lot to answer for, though. I mean, let's look at the history of Elder Scrolls names for Emperors. We have Tiber Septim, first emperor - great, nice strong name, impressive. Pelagius follows him, then Kintyra, then Cephorus, then Magnus, then Katariah, then eight or so Uriels... So far, so good.
And then, we have Sean Bean's character: Martin.
MARTIN?
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Tiber Septim, Cephorus Septim, Uriel Septim... Martin Septim.
LOLZ.
I mean, that's a drugged up three-in-the-morning decision if ever I saw one. I can just imagine the devs sitting around a smoky table dragging on a joint and saying "Alan Septim... Greg Septim... Steve Septim... oh fuck it, MARTIN Septim! Yeah, fucking... that's the one. That'll do. Now, I'm off home to sleep off the crack."
I can't take him seriously. I'm revelling in the dusky tones of Sean Bean, then I realise sooner or later I'm going to have to kneel down and say, "All hail Emperor Martin! ...Pppfffhahahaha." And he'll be all, "Shut up! Honour me, dammit!"
:'(
In other news, Danwise is on a 'goodwill' trip to the Ukraine to sooth the tempers raised by our mad employer Malcolm's forays into selling Ukranian catamarans. No, I'm lost too, don't worry about it. I mean, we're supposed to be indexers; where'd the catamaran idea come from!? And if you DID want to set up a business buying and selling catamarans, why the bollocks would you do it in Stoke, the furthest area inland you could possibly get on an island nation like Britain? The fuck, she is whatting.
So anyway, Dan's in the Ukraine liasing with Kievians. Julian's been making me jumpy all week by saying that the mafia will probably clock them right from the airport and they'll come back with no knees. I am now having stressful dreams about Dan with incomplete legs :(
...
Martin.
*sporfle* XD
After that I was just bothering him for about half an hour. You know, he walks off a bit and you keep running after him, clicking him so he'll speak... "Do the voice, do the voice, I LIVE for the VOICE!!" I think I really pissed him off :D In the end, he's running off down the hill to get away from me. I think I broke him :(
I think Bethesda have a lot to answer for, though. I mean, let's look at the history of Elder Scrolls names for Emperors. We have Tiber Septim, first emperor - great, nice strong name, impressive. Pelagius follows him, then Kintyra, then Cephorus, then Magnus, then Katariah, then eight or so Uriels... So far, so good.
And then, we have Sean Bean's character: Martin.
MARTIN?
Something is wrong with this picture. Can you figure out what?
Tiber Septim, Cephorus Septim, Uriel Septim... Martin Septim.
LOLZ.
I mean, that's a drugged up three-in-the-morning decision if ever I saw one. I can just imagine the devs sitting around a smoky table dragging on a joint and saying "Alan Septim... Greg Septim... Steve Septim... oh fuck it, MARTIN Septim! Yeah, fucking... that's the one. That'll do. Now, I'm off home to sleep off the crack."
I can't take him seriously. I'm revelling in the dusky tones of Sean Bean, then I realise sooner or later I'm going to have to kneel down and say, "All hail Emperor Martin! ...Pppfffhahahaha." And he'll be all, "Shut up! Honour me, dammit!"
:'(
In other news, Danwise is on a 'goodwill' trip to the Ukraine to sooth the tempers raised by our mad employer Malcolm's forays into selling Ukranian catamarans. No, I'm lost too, don't worry about it. I mean, we're supposed to be indexers; where'd the catamaran idea come from!? And if you DID want to set up a business buying and selling catamarans, why the bollocks would you do it in Stoke, the furthest area inland you could possibly get on an island nation like Britain? The fuck, she is whatting.
So anyway, Dan's in the Ukraine liasing with Kievians. Julian's been making me jumpy all week by saying that the mafia will probably clock them right from the airport and they'll come back with no knees. I am now having stressful dreams about Dan with incomplete legs :(
...
Martin.
*sporfle* XD