Bounty Hunt: Wild Boar
Alright, the votes have been counted and the results are in. And luckily enough, the results are exactly what I voted for! That's right, I'll be voting in these too. It's my game, so it's only fair that I get to vote for who and how I want to play as well, don't you think?
Well, without further ado, the results are... drumroll, please...
America as the hero (fittingly enough) and staying neutral in the war! Now, I picked staying neutral because there are these achievements in the game, and three of these are for finishing the war in different ways (as well as a fourth one for getting all endings). I already have the one for finishing on the pirates' side, but I'm still missing the noble and neutral endings. As for America, well, I just haven't played as him for a while XD
Well, here he is, the HERO himself, ready to save damsels in distress! (Although Englishmen are fine too.) Sorry for the weird expression, but I just couldn't get him to make a good one. And his traits and fatal flaw are:
Fun-loving: Fun-loving Sims enjoy life and new experiences. Although some might call them immature, that doesn't stop them from having fun!
Adventurous: Adventurous Sims are thrill-seekers and love to go out on expeditions. The more dangerous, the better!
Glutton: Your Sims will love to eat under this fatal flaw!
Now, Glutton is the most pain-in-the-arse flaw in the whole game if you ask me, at least out of the ones I've tried. How is it so bad, you ask? Just check out this rundown of what it does, taken from the Sims Medieval wiki.
* The Hunger motive for Gluttons drops faster than normal.
* Food fills up a Glutton's hunger less than normal.
* Gluttons are more prone to starvation.
The things I go through to keep them in-character (or at least close enough to it)... Now, we will let the hunt mentioned in the title begin! Who said America would actually be a part of it, though...?
King Romulus had recently offered a reward to the person who could kill a huge boar that had been terrorizing the kingdom for some time. A thousand simoles was enough to lure bounty hunters and opportunists from all over to Hetalia. Even King Romulus himself took part in the hunt when he had the time, though that was more for the hunt itself than anything else.
Now it was no secret that Sir Alfred loved fighting. A lot. But he had also always had a special connection with animals that no-one, not even the mages of the kingdom, could really explain. During the cold winters when he was little, bunnies would come into his bed to warm him. Untamed horses would let him touch, feed and even ride them already in his early teens. He had even managed to befriend a whale on a sea trip once. So as much as he wanted that reward, it didn't really feel fair to hunt down a creature like that if it wasn't to get food. In fact, he kind of wanted to help it escape. But the problem was finding the boar before the other bounty hunters and helping it get away unharmed... As he was considering this problem, he suddenly came across the perfect solution.
Dragons! They were going to hunt dragons instead! Those were way more epic than boars anyway, AND everyone knew they were the bad guys. At least so the stories he'd read said. Proud of his brilliant idea, he presented it to the Royal Adviser.
"Hey, dude who looks like a chick in this game, I was thinking we could quit this boar hunt and have a bounty hunt on dragons instead! What do you think?" he asked, beaming with excitement. He was met with the most "are you out of your mind"-kind of look anyone not English could give.
"...Cancel the boar hunt? Have you ever seen the King before? In this mood, he'd throw you in the Pit for even suggesting something like that! ...Actually he'd probably do that no matter his mood," the adviser replied. America tried to insist, but the adviser left him before he could start talking.
He crossed his arms, in a totally grown-up and manly way of course, and pou... pursued his lips. But maybe he could get the other hunters to agree with his idea instead! After all, who'd want to hunt a little boar when there were dragons?!
So he went to the forest to talk some sense into the hunters. The camp smelled like mud and booze, and the three hunters there smelled like mud, booze and blood. But he was sure he could reason with them. After all, he was the hero so he was right! He walked up to one of them to talk.
"Hey, hunter guy! I was-"
"Xin," the hunter, who had a slight Asian accent, interrupted Alfred. "I am Xin, those two are Colwyn and Dirk," he continued, pointing out the redhead as Colwyn and the other as Dirk.
"Alright, Xin. I was thinking we could go hunt dragons together instead! Those are much bigger and tougher, and they're worth more than boars! I mean, I don't know where they are, but dragons are huge! I bet we'll find one if we work together! What d'ya say?" Alfred asked, eagerly awaiting response. The three bounty hunters looked at him for a second... and then burst out laughing.
"Oh, that was a good one, laddie!" Dirk said when his laughter fit had settled down a bit. "Ye want us... to leave this boar we've almost tracked down... to go hunt for some dragon that's probably just part of yer imagination?!"
"But I just thought..."
"Listen, boy..." Colwyn started, walking up to Alfred and putting his hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you go back to hitting straw dolls with your sword, and leave this to us big men who know better, huh?"
"Wha- I'm not a boy! I'm a grown man, I'm knighted and everything!" Alfred protested, but apparently to deaf ears as the hunters redirected their attention to a nearby barrel of beer. "Well, fine..." he muttered to himself. "If they're gonna act like bad guys, I'm gonna treat them like bad guys." With those silent words, he turned to one of the hunters, Colwyn, and punched him in the chest. This was countered by another punch, and soon the fight had started.
The other two, who had the attention span of a fruit fly and thus grown tired of beer, had started a game of cards, politely ignoring the little tussle going on in the background.
Now, Alfred was a lot of things, but one thing he certainly wasn't was weak.
After just a few minutes, the fight had ended with Colwyn covered in bruises and Alfred with barely a scratch. But still, even bad guys deserved kindness (most of the time) so America helped the other up.
"Sorry, dude, but I just felt I had to get my point across," America said with a sheepish smile. The hunter chuckled and put his hand on Alfred's shoulder, a big smile on his face.
"That's pretty impressive, boy! Fine, you've made yourself clear. I'll leave the boar alone. To be honest, I don't understand your reason, but you've impressed me enough."
America returned his smile. "Thanks, dude! Glad we could talk."
As the hunter left the forest, America realized exactly what had been said.
"And I'm still not a little boy!"
Huffing, he turned back to the other two, who he realized probably hadn't been paying attention to what had just happened considering they had left their game and were now getting drunk, with Xin drinking directly from the tap. Once again, attention span of a fruit fly. Actually, that kind of gave him an idea!
"Hey, dude! Maybe you're right about the whole boar thing after all. Wanna take a drink for, um, me changing my mind or something?" he asked with an insecure expression. Luckily, Xin was already too drunk to take notice of anything not outright stated.
"That sounds good! Thanks!" he mumbled, letting out a small hic. Alfred smiled smugly to himself. There was no way anyone could accuse him of never using his brain now! After quite a few more glasses, Xin fell down on the ground, passed out. 'Well...' Alfred thought. 'That should take care of that. Only one guy left.' And that guy seemed to be more experienced than the rest. Alfred wasn't entirely sure how he knew this, he just seemed to have a different air than the other two. He'd have to go an extra mile when scaring this guy.
"Listen, call of this hunt or you'll end up the next dead thing here!"
It didn't go quite the way he wanted it to. The man DID recoil, sure, but he didn't really seem scared. Actually, he seemed pretty mad.
"How dare ye threaten me? If yer looking for that boar, we havn't found that beast in the forest yet."
Alright, that was good. This meant that Alfred had a chance to find the boar before him, especially considering two of the hunters were gone. So with high spirits, he put his sword back in its sheath and entered the forest himself, hoping he'd have more luck than the others.
After about thirty minutes of looking for clues, Alfred suddenly heard panicked cries from not too far away. Suddenly, a young priest with ragged clothes came running among the trees. It sounded like something was after him. Well, the great hero couldn't let someone stay in trouble, especially not a man of the Watcher! It looked dangerous, but Alfred had to help him in some way. As he made this decision, the priest ran up to him, barely catching his breath.
"A demon! An orange demon! It attacked me while I was meditating just outside a small cave nearby. I thought the mighty colour must have been a sign from the Watcher, but then I saw the demon for real and ran for my life!"
The terrified priest took Alfred's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Whatever you do, keep away from that cave! You know you're too close if you see graves and big mushrooms." With that he ran away again, heading towards town. Well, there was only one thing to do now. Everyone knew that if the townspeople told the hero to stay away from somewhere, he HAD to go there to slay the evil, or in this case save the animal, that lived there. So, off to the cave near the graveyard he went. Maybe there he'd be able to find whatever had attracted the boar and somehow get it to leave.
Alfred stepped cautiously into the dark cave and immediately felt the stench of a wild animal. A huge boar rested against a large stalagmite and snored quietly. A set of truffle chunks lay in a pile near its mouth.
'With a little luck,' Alfred thought, 'I might be able to gather a bunch of truffles before the boar woke up. The animal's gonna leave if it can't find any more tasty truffles!'
Quickly and quietly, the cave was emptied of truffles. The goodies were stuffed into a large bag. The boar slept on without noticing the intruder. The creature was clearly too full after his latest huge feast to react.
Hopefully, the creature would find a new kingdom to live in after finding his cave emptied of all goodies.
Well, I'd say that went pretty good. Also, I wish to apologize for the horrible Scotirisomethingh accent I gave Dirk XD We only reached gold on the quest instead of platinum, but then again, could be worse. Also, America went from level 1 to level 3 under his little adventure. Now to pick our next hero, and we could possibly start that war. Yay for wars! :D
Edit: The next hero has been chosen, so this poll is now closed!
Well, without further ado, the results are... drumroll, please...
Click to viewAmerica as the hero (fittingly enough) and staying neutral in the war! Now, I picked staying neutral because there are these achievements in the game, and three of these are for finishing the war in different ways (as well as a fourth one for getting all endings). I already have the one for finishing on the pirates' side, but I'm still missing the noble and neutral endings. As for America, well, I just haven't played as him for a while XD
Well, here he is, the HERO himself, ready to save damsels in distress! (Although Englishmen are fine too.) Sorry for the weird expression, but I just couldn't get him to make a good one. And his traits and fatal flaw are:
Fun-loving: Fun-loving Sims enjoy life and new experiences. Although some might call them immature, that doesn't stop them from having fun!
Adventurous: Adventurous Sims are thrill-seekers and love to go out on expeditions. The more dangerous, the better!
Glutton: Your Sims will love to eat under this fatal flaw!
Now, Glutton is the most pain-in-the-arse flaw in the whole game if you ask me, at least out of the ones I've tried. How is it so bad, you ask? Just check out this rundown of what it does, taken from the Sims Medieval wiki.
* The Hunger motive for Gluttons drops faster than normal.
* Food fills up a Glutton's hunger less than normal.
* Gluttons are more prone to starvation.
The things I go through to keep them in-character (or at least close enough to it)... Now, we will let the hunt mentioned in the title begin! Who said America would actually be a part of it, though...?
King Romulus had recently offered a reward to the person who could kill a huge boar that had been terrorizing the kingdom for some time. A thousand simoles was enough to lure bounty hunters and opportunists from all over to Hetalia. Even King Romulus himself took part in the hunt when he had the time, though that was more for the hunt itself than anything else.
Now it was no secret that Sir Alfred loved fighting. A lot. But he had also always had a special connection with animals that no-one, not even the mages of the kingdom, could really explain. During the cold winters when he was little, bunnies would come into his bed to warm him. Untamed horses would let him touch, feed and even ride them already in his early teens. He had even managed to befriend a whale on a sea trip once. So as much as he wanted that reward, it didn't really feel fair to hunt down a creature like that if it wasn't to get food. In fact, he kind of wanted to help it escape. But the problem was finding the boar before the other bounty hunters and helping it get away unharmed... As he was considering this problem, he suddenly came across the perfect solution.
Dragons! They were going to hunt dragons instead! Those were way more epic than boars anyway, AND everyone knew they were the bad guys. At least so the stories he'd read said. Proud of his brilliant idea, he presented it to the Royal Adviser.
"Hey, dude who looks like a chick in this game, I was thinking we could quit this boar hunt and have a bounty hunt on dragons instead! What do you think?" he asked, beaming with excitement. He was met with the most "are you out of your mind"-kind of look anyone not English could give.
"...Cancel the boar hunt? Have you ever seen the King before? In this mood, he'd throw you in the Pit for even suggesting something like that! ...Actually he'd probably do that no matter his mood," the adviser replied. America tried to insist, but the adviser left him before he could start talking.
He crossed his arms, in a totally grown-up and manly way of course, and pou... pursued his lips. But maybe he could get the other hunters to agree with his idea instead! After all, who'd want to hunt a little boar when there were dragons?!
So he went to the forest to talk some sense into the hunters. The camp smelled like mud and booze, and the three hunters there smelled like mud, booze and blood. But he was sure he could reason with them. After all, he was the hero so he was right! He walked up to one of them to talk.
"Hey, hunter guy! I was-"
"Xin," the hunter, who had a slight Asian accent, interrupted Alfred. "I am Xin, those two are Colwyn and Dirk," he continued, pointing out the redhead as Colwyn and the other as Dirk.
"Alright, Xin. I was thinking we could go hunt dragons together instead! Those are much bigger and tougher, and they're worth more than boars! I mean, I don't know where they are, but dragons are huge! I bet we'll find one if we work together! What d'ya say?" Alfred asked, eagerly awaiting response. The three bounty hunters looked at him for a second... and then burst out laughing.
"Oh, that was a good one, laddie!" Dirk said when his laughter fit had settled down a bit. "Ye want us... to leave this boar we've almost tracked down... to go hunt for some dragon that's probably just part of yer imagination?!"
"But I just thought..."
"Listen, boy..." Colwyn started, walking up to Alfred and putting his hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you go back to hitting straw dolls with your sword, and leave this to us big men who know better, huh?"
"Wha- I'm not a boy! I'm a grown man, I'm knighted and everything!" Alfred protested, but apparently to deaf ears as the hunters redirected their attention to a nearby barrel of beer. "Well, fine..." he muttered to himself. "If they're gonna act like bad guys, I'm gonna treat them like bad guys." With those silent words, he turned to one of the hunters, Colwyn, and punched him in the chest. This was countered by another punch, and soon the fight had started.
The other two, who had the attention span of a fruit fly and thus grown tired of beer, had started a game of cards, politely ignoring the little tussle going on in the background.
Now, Alfred was a lot of things, but one thing he certainly wasn't was weak.
After just a few minutes, the fight had ended with Colwyn covered in bruises and Alfred with barely a scratch. But still, even bad guys deserved kindness (most of the time) so America helped the other up.
"Sorry, dude, but I just felt I had to get my point across," America said with a sheepish smile. The hunter chuckled and put his hand on Alfred's shoulder, a big smile on his face.
"That's pretty impressive, boy! Fine, you've made yourself clear. I'll leave the boar alone. To be honest, I don't understand your reason, but you've impressed me enough."
America returned his smile. "Thanks, dude! Glad we could talk."
As the hunter left the forest, America realized exactly what had been said.
"And I'm still not a little boy!"
Huffing, he turned back to the other two, who he realized probably hadn't been paying attention to what had just happened considering they had left their game and were now getting drunk, with Xin drinking directly from the tap. Once again, attention span of a fruit fly. Actually, that kind of gave him an idea!
"Hey, dude! Maybe you're right about the whole boar thing after all. Wanna take a drink for, um, me changing my mind or something?" he asked with an insecure expression. Luckily, Xin was already too drunk to take notice of anything not outright stated.
"That sounds good! Thanks!" he mumbled, letting out a small hic. Alfred smiled smugly to himself. There was no way anyone could accuse him of never using his brain now! After quite a few more glasses, Xin fell down on the ground, passed out. 'Well...' Alfred thought. 'That should take care of that. Only one guy left.' And that guy seemed to be more experienced than the rest. Alfred wasn't entirely sure how he knew this, he just seemed to have a different air than the other two. He'd have to go an extra mile when scaring this guy.
"Listen, call of this hunt or you'll end up the next dead thing here!"
It didn't go quite the way he wanted it to. The man DID recoil, sure, but he didn't really seem scared. Actually, he seemed pretty mad.
"How dare ye threaten me? If yer looking for that boar, we havn't found that beast in the forest yet."
Alright, that was good. This meant that Alfred had a chance to find the boar before him, especially considering two of the hunters were gone. So with high spirits, he put his sword back in its sheath and entered the forest himself, hoping he'd have more luck than the others.
After about thirty minutes of looking for clues, Alfred suddenly heard panicked cries from not too far away. Suddenly, a young priest with ragged clothes came running among the trees. It sounded like something was after him. Well, the great hero couldn't let someone stay in trouble, especially not a man of the Watcher! It looked dangerous, but Alfred had to help him in some way. As he made this decision, the priest ran up to him, barely catching his breath.
"A demon! An orange demon! It attacked me while I was meditating just outside a small cave nearby. I thought the mighty colour must have been a sign from the Watcher, but then I saw the demon for real and ran for my life!"
The terrified priest took Alfred's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Whatever you do, keep away from that cave! You know you're too close if you see graves and big mushrooms." With that he ran away again, heading towards town. Well, there was only one thing to do now. Everyone knew that if the townspeople told the hero to stay away from somewhere, he HAD to go there to slay the evil, or in this case save the animal, that lived there. So, off to the cave near the graveyard he went. Maybe there he'd be able to find whatever had attracted the boar and somehow get it to leave.
Alfred stepped cautiously into the dark cave and immediately felt the stench of a wild animal. A huge boar rested against a large stalagmite and snored quietly. A set of truffle chunks lay in a pile near its mouth.
'With a little luck,' Alfred thought, 'I might be able to gather a bunch of truffles before the boar woke up. The animal's gonna leave if it can't find any more tasty truffles!'
Quickly and quietly, the cave was emptied of truffles. The goodies were stuffed into a large bag. The boar slept on without noticing the intruder. The creature was clearly too full after his latest huge feast to react.
Hopefully, the creature would find a new kingdom to live in after finding his cave emptied of all goodies.
Well, I'd say that went pretty good. Also, I wish to apologize for the horrible Scotirisomethingh accent I gave Dirk XD We only reached gold on the quest instead of platinum, but then again, could be worse. Also, America went from level 1 to level 3 under his little adventure. Now to pick our next hero, and we could possibly start that war. Yay for wars! :D
Edit: The next hero has been chosen, so this poll is now closed!