ciderMr Fox was in a good mood. Indeed, he was in a splendid mood, the mayhem downtown had been fun and it had erased one of the many things that annoyed him. He has a whole list, indeed, like a giant murdersous bucket list full of name, factions and organizations he wanted destroyed. But he wasn't hasty, every tick on the list would come in time. He was certein Chesire would complain about the mess he was making. Chesire had a hand in everything, his clients were everyone from the local druglords to basket cases who could be released on good behavior due to some legal magic trick of his. Fox appreciated Cheshire for what he was, a paperwork wizard. With his help there was no papertrail to follow, no way to trace the explosives back to any of Foxs sellers. The bodies found in the river, impossible to pin on Snow White becouse they were accidents, or random occurences. It was all so very impressive, in a legally corrupt kind of way.
And well, Fox was moving onward with his plans as well. He had the city in his palm, he knew it. Now it was time to enjoy himself to the fullest. He grabbed some random kid from his posse and stared into the eyes of the poor boy. He wore the same hoodie with fox ears many others did. A stuppid little gimmick the kids came up with. Fox liked it.
Said boy stared back with awe and fear as Fox spoke.
”What's your name kid?” His voice was smoth, unervingly so.
”A-alan” The boy, 17 at most, stuttered.
”A-Alan?” Fox mocked him but not with any real malice behind his words. Well no more then usual at least. ”Well A-Alan. You are now Fox. You know what Foxes do?” He asked and planted a gun in the boys hand. The boy looked down at the gun then back up at Mr Fox. But as he did someone came up from hehind and pressed a mask onto his face. There was a terrible whirring noise and blood poured down the sides of the mask. The boy, now only reffered to as Fox, stared blankly ahead. He had not screemed as the mask attached itself, metal spikes shooting into the skin and meat, injecting him with a mixture of Fairy Dusty and strange opiates. It was really a simple thing, metal clamps on the side dug into the side of the face and injected the boy with drugs that made him succeptabl to Foxs influence. The patterns and text on the insides served to deepen the trance. Everyone that wore one no longer had a indentity, they were just another face of Mr Fox.
”Foxes don't take stupid fights, they are smart. There is a cop, up on 44th. He is a boyscout, no bribes or nothing. I want you to shoot him. And his wife.” Fox grinned as the boy left to do his newfound duty. The masked goons around him all stood perfectly still, watching him. Their boss was a maniac after all. Here was a crazy person with homicidal tendencies so agressive and full of uncontained malice it made all of them nervouswas safer to stick your head in a furnace then to look his way.
As if he was aware of this sudden tension all along, Fox spoke in a interested, casual tone to one of them. ”Tell me, what was the first thing you guys though off when i made you wear the mask?” Fox asked as he played around with his switchblade. One of them answered. The rest stood like statues.
”That I was gonna die in a motel, choking on my own blood. Sir.” The speaking one was very tall, by far the biggest one in the room. Mr Fox ponded this for a second before he nodded. He looked to the tall, suitwearing minion of his and asked.
”Why a motel though? It feels Oddly specific. I pay you better then that.” He began but stopped himself. ” There was terrible, gleefull tone as he said the last sentence. Fox clasped his hands together.
”S-sir?” The man gulped. And suddenly the switchblade in Foxs hand was lodged in the mans chest . He leaned in and grinned vichiusly.
”Liar.” Fox hissed as the man slowly grew paler and paler, life leaving him. ”People who wear my masks never remember their first time. Its like prom night if the legal drinking age was 15 and not 21.” The man gurgled, a crimson river of blood pouring out over the blade and the Foxs hand. The others had allready grabbed the man by his arms, holding him up. Fox pulled it out and stabbed it back in a few times for good measure. Once satisfied, he removed the mask from the man.
”Have Cheshire find out who send the ugly bastard. And then send someone to Baba, the little scamp has been making a ruckus of late. I like ruckus, I want to steer it onto some of the duller areas. Oh. And threaten to kill one of her dear orphans if she refuses.” Fox spoke without looking at the other goons. He wiped his knife off on the dead mans suit.
”Go fetch the car. I need to talk things over with Snow White. I am done waiting.”
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Post up. Sorry about that all. I promise I am gonna be more frequent now. YOur gm is back in full force!
Grashnak was a massive creature. He was Uruk-Hai,the black bloods elite warrior. The black iron lamellar armor looked more like a afterthought on his massive frame, added to make him more of a civilized warrior then a monster. Orchs were good fighter, the Hai caste were exellent ones. They were bred for it, lived for the fight, to prove their strenght. And unlike the grunting, screaching uruk, Uruk-Hai were every bit as intelligent as a human. So Grashnak, with eyes that were far to tiny for his massive face, leered at the fellow mercenary.
”You are new” He spoke, with a tone that didn't allow much for arguing. ”I do not recognice you.” He continued as his jagged teeth tore into a chicken leg greedily. He was a messy eater, not that his kind ever known proper table manners anyway. As he was about to coment on the other mans 'frail', human physique, there was the sound of screams. And then there was a crash as something heavy crashed trough the wall of the tavern. A smoldering piece of metal.
”..I see the siege engineer messed up her new powder formula again” The tavern host mumbled to himself. Luckily, trough some miracle, there was no wounded. But a young, elven woman peaked her head inside trough the newly formed hole. ”Nobody hurt? Good. I still can't wrap my head around Dwarven technology...”
The elf was not the typical, slender, frail looking thing that commoners usually attributed to female elves. In fact, her arms were about as frail as a oaken oar and about as soft a irongirder. Her face was somewhat plump and pleasant and her body was everybit the blacksmiths of a her human and dwarven comprations in the trade.
”Hey Grashnak. Hello new guy.”
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Iano grinned and hugged his beloved friend back harder then her, becouse she filled him with such ferocity he might aswell have been her race and blood. He bore his eyes into her gaze as their foreheads collided none to gently and he cradled her face in his two hands.
”Yatira, N'men yslera Linwé” He spoke softly, a murmur that resembled a growl more then anything. It was the same feral dance they had started at their first meeting, two uncivilized souls in a world decaying from the thing called civilization. He took the uncooked piece of meat and tore it with his teeth effortlessly. His smile, now marred by the trickle of blood from the steak, was brilliant like the sun. He nodded to the others, fellow wild ones from the way they stared at him. Linwe was building herself a pack, he could tell. And here he was, a strange delicate looking thing that were on equal terms with the Alpha. He could tell they wanted to test him out in combat. The wild red eyes of the Tindra stared them down untill one of them actually flinched.
As if the others hesitation had been a signal. he dragged Lin by the hand to a table where he saw some people that were new like them. He slid onto the table with no small amount of flair, beef still in his mouth. His eyes held the necromancer woman under scrutiny. Completely disregarding all sense of timing and respect. He had butted in, interupted them. It was his way.
”Gravespeaker.” His word for those with necromantic or spiritual power of the dead. The ferocity of his eyes threatened to light things on fire if it could only be harnessed. He then realized he had interupted something and sat, middle of the table, staring at the other man. "Ah. Sorry. I am in the way again." Yet he made no motion to move.
”You are new” He spoke, with a tone that didn't allow much for arguing. ”I do not recognice you.” He continued as his jagged teeth tore into a chicken leg greedily. He was a messy eater, not that his kind ever known proper table manners anyway. As he was about to coment on the other mans 'frail', human physique, there was the sound of screams. And then there was a crash as something heavy crashed trough the wall of the tavern. A smoldering piece of metal.
”..I see the siege engineer messed up her new powder formula again” The tavern host mumbled to himself. Luckily, trough some miracle, there was no wounded. But a young, elven woman peaked her head inside trough the newly formed hole. ”Nobody hurt? Good. I still can't wrap my head around Dwarven technology...”
The elf was not the typical, slender, frail looking thing that commoners usually attributed to female elves. In fact, her arms were about as frail as a oaken oar and about as soft a irongirder. Her face was somewhat plump and pleasant and her body was everybit the blacksmiths of a her human and dwarven comprations in the trade.
”Hey Grashnak. Hello new guy.”
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Iano grinned and hugged his beloved friend back harder then her, becouse she filled him with such ferocity he might aswell have been her race and blood. He bore his eyes into her gaze as their foreheads collided none to gently and he cradled her face in his two hands.
”Yatira, N'men yslera Linwé” He spoke softly, a murmur that resembled a growl more then anything. It was the same feral dance they had started at their first meeting, two uncivilized souls in a world decaying from the thing called civilization. He took the uncooked piece of meat and tore it with his teeth effortlessly. His smile, now marred by the trickle of blood from the steak, was brilliant like the sun. He nodded to the others, fellow wild ones from the way they stared at him. Linwe was building herself a pack, he could tell. And here he was, a strange delicate looking thing that were on equal terms with the Alpha. He could tell they wanted to test him out in combat. The wild red eyes of the Tindra stared them down untill one of them actually flinched.
As if the others hesitation had been a signal. he dragged Lin by the hand to a table where he saw some people that were new like them. He slid onto the table with no small amount of flair, beef still in his mouth. His eyes held the necromancer woman under scrutiny. Completely disregarding all sense of timing and respect. He had butted in, interupted them. It was his way.
”Gravespeaker.” His word for those with necromantic or spiritual power of the dead. The ferocity of his eyes threatened to light things on fire if it could only be harnessed. He then realized he had interupted something and sat, middle of the table, staring at the other man. "Ah. Sorry. I am in the way again." Yet he made no motion to move.
No. YOu are scrambling for a connection there that does not exist at all. The japanese console market is notuoriusly hard for non-japanese consoles to sell in. So hard a sell in fact, we had a entire course about it in game dev. "Foreign, internalized market climates; Japan"
There is no connection. Drop that line of thought, it makes you look silly.
Edit; PS4 sells well in japan. Becouse it is a japanese console with japanese developers working on game tailored for that very demographic. Xbox is a very "western" console. All its exclusives are the kind Japanese players generally don't care for. Your constant attempts to connect things into a wider conspiracy is silly at best and willfully ignorant at worst.
Sensationalism is behind "death of gamers" trend right now, but this is not part of it. Kotaku is a japan-centric site. They followed something that really is of note if you have ANY interest in the whole Xbox vs PS4 console race. The "Death of gamers" is a spin on the whole "Gamers being angry" thing. Gamers as a demographic in itself is a buzzword by the marketing teams. It spawned such innane stuff as Hardcore vs Casual and you don't have to search much to find how badly people want to distinguish themselves as it, likely becouse they think it gives them some sort of status. And then you have the whole thing were people critize "Gamer Girls", calling them fakes and what not. Acting outrage that someone else attach Gamer to themselves in some sort of retarded sense of elitism and exclusivity.
Gamer became a selling point ages ago. And now selfdescribed 'Journalists' are using it to garner views. Becouse all the selfproffessed 'Gamers' go "HEY. THAT*S ME. I'M NOT DYING" and click it to argue. It's super easy to understand if you have any sort of perspective beyond "Radicalized internet Feminism and lies are bad". Lies are bad, that is not exactly science. Crazy, untouchable idealists of any agenda is always bad as well. But what else is bad is that when we forego all sorts sense to start connecting irrelavant things together.
People are stupid. People are vain. People have a incredibly exploitable mindset. Gaming culture is money, for critics and supporters alike.
There is no connection. Drop that line of thought, it makes you look silly.
Edit; PS4 sells well in japan. Becouse it is a japanese console with japanese developers working on game tailored for that very demographic. Xbox is a very "western" console. All its exclusives are the kind Japanese players generally don't care for. Your constant attempts to connect things into a wider conspiracy is silly at best and willfully ignorant at worst.
Sensationalism is behind "death of gamers" trend right now, but this is not part of it. Kotaku is a japan-centric site. They followed something that really is of note if you have ANY interest in the whole Xbox vs PS4 console race. The "Death of gamers" is a spin on the whole "Gamers being angry" thing. Gamers as a demographic in itself is a buzzword by the marketing teams. It spawned such innane stuff as Hardcore vs Casual and you don't have to search much to find how badly people want to distinguish themselves as it, likely becouse they think it gives them some sort of status. And then you have the whole thing were people critize "Gamer Girls", calling them fakes and what not. Acting outrage that someone else attach Gamer to themselves in some sort of retarded sense of elitism and exclusivity.
Gamer became a selling point ages ago. And now selfdescribed 'Journalists' are using it to garner views. Becouse all the selfproffessed 'Gamers' go "HEY. THAT*S ME. I'M NOT DYING" and click it to argue. It's super easy to understand if you have any sort of perspective beyond "Radicalized internet Feminism and lies are bad". Lies are bad, that is not exactly science. Crazy, untouchable idealists of any agenda is always bad as well. But what else is bad is that when we forego all sorts sense to start connecting irrelavant things together.
People are stupid. People are vain. People have a incredibly exploitable mindset. Gaming culture is money, for critics and supporters alike.
Double Post.
Kotaku is tripe. But I have not seen the lies you talk coming from them. Their editor went out and clarified that the person in relationship with Quinn never reviewed any of her games for them and what not. The thing in this case, is that Kotaku is aimed at japanese centric stuff and if there is anything I trust them on, its the console market over there.
I don't see any relation to the Zoe Quinn case in this and it feels irrelavant. Kotaku is SUPER sensitive regarding Social Justice things though so it doesn't come as a chock that they dipped into the debate at some point.
I don't see any relation to the Zoe Quinn case in this and it feels irrelavant. Kotaku is SUPER sensitive regarding Social Justice things though so it doesn't come as a chock that they dipped into the debate at some point.
Could not have worded it better.
It really isn't. Its attracting attention from other sources while disgruntled gamers will return to shit over their articles. Sensationalism is effective in that regard.
I doubt its a pure reaction of criticism rather then a capitilization on gamers anger. Gamers are gonna get drawn to the bullshit and create adrevenue. EVERYTHING is a business.
It's a sensationalist tropé; Death of <insert here> is as old as journalism itself. The funny part is that more serius institutions are past the whole thing and covering the fact that E-sports is getting huge and that gamers are entering mainstream as 'athletes'. Making these so called "Gaming Journalists" look twice as dumb in the process.
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