Archive for October, 2005
*dead from squee*
So… I, uh… met the gay tailor.
I’m what, two hours in, and already this game is giving Disgaea serious competition for the Most Crackilicious Game Ever.
As soon as you put in the disc, it hits you with something like:
spoily for, like two people in the whole world, probably
As many of you may know, I don’t watch much TV. There’s not enough shit on it I like to justify paying for cable, and as for the stuff that comes over the airwaves, this apartment has the shittiest reception EVAR.
So my stepmom, as big a fan of Weird Shit as I am, fucking loves Lost. She has the entire first season on DVD. She has let me borrow it.
I just watched the first four episodes. …okay, three, the first two on the disc are actually two halves of the pilot.
Somehow, I have managed to insulate myself from major spoilers for what, a whole year; about all I knew was that a plane crashed or something and people were stranded on a deserted island with a robot dinosaur sorcerer from outer space, his pet polar bear sorcerer, and a shapeshifter in a suit or something. Also something with a hatch and numbers and stuff, but ANYWAY.
So I popped the first disc in tonight and planned on watching it out of the corner of my eye while I worked on BoT. Working did not happen. I was too busy being all HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS SO GOOD.
Only spoily if you have lived under a rock like me for the past year, probably
I need to make Ninja Set stuff to put on a certain character who very badly needs to be able to dodge a lot, thanks to a Rune that’s basically a big magical neon sign that says “FREE HITS” permanently stuck on his forehead. Which means everyone guns for this poor guy. But if he can dodge and/or counter, it actually works out quite well.
I had not been trading cloth like I should have. I needed Good Flax Cloth and Good Cotton Cloth. The trading posts had Bad.
So I finally got the trading posts to sell me Good Flax and Cotton Cloth.
Little did I know that this was the easy part.
I also require frog skins. Lots of them. Okay, no problem, I know where big frogs live, I’ll just stick a treasure finder in the support slot and go kill me some!
The frogs show up very, very rarely. When they do, they give me shit I don’t want.
Which leads to me shaking my fist at the TV and snarling “YOUR SKIN. GIVE ME YOUR SKIN. I WANT YOUR SKIIIIIN.” at the frogs.
This would explain the strange look I got from a neighbor when I went downstairs for a Coke a few minutes ago.
My sole gripe with the Candybar doll maker: 1000+ hairdos all lumped together willy-nilly, such that I often say “FUCK IT” and grab the first one that’s close enough for government work. That said: