Silver Carrot

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

Back onto the thread topic.

This is going to be a controversial pick for an underrated game; Duke Nukem Forever.

No, it's not a very good game, but it's not that bad. Like, people mention this in the same breath as Ride To Hell Retribution, Rogue Warrior, and Daikatana, but it is far, far better and more playable and functional than those and to compare them is just insulting.

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

@Fabricant451

Red XIII all day, bitch.

Also the Nep remakes on PC are actually really good though I am a weeb.

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

@Dynamo Frokane

tbf, Final Fantasy is my shit too. I wouldn't call it my fave by any means, but it's fantastic and has given me probably more hours of fun than any other game franchise.

And I'm not sure 'like' is the right word to describe my relationship with the Souls series, in the same way you wouldn't 'like' a woman you love and have no desire to ever leave but she is a rage-inducing nightmare to live with more than half the time, though she does give great sex. In this analogy, Final Fantasy is a healthy, chill relationship while you can do better, but there's no real reason to leave as you're still happy and in love.

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@Dynamo Frokane

I found FF5 more charming.

In fact it's my personal fave in the entire series. I prefer it to 4 AND 6. But I'm just strange. I just can't get how you think 3's better. It's literally 5 but with less classes, no connecting story between the mini-stories, and the main characters don't have personalities.

Also I like retro graphics, and FF5's graphics>FF3 NES graphics>FF3 DS graphics to me.

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@Fabricant451

I legit just noticed he put FF3 over FF5. What the shit.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

Oh.

I'll edit the post. So we can choose not to do the main quest until later, or take that right now?

EDIT: nvm. I got the special quest confused to being compulsory

The Australos Fight Camp

Rags had not asked the meaning of the word 'Home' because she no longer had one, but because she had never had one. The People of the Valleys are always on the move, always travelling in search for food. every time their supplies of water get near dry they dig a well where they stand, or descend to the valley floor to dig there. They sleep often in caves or crags but only in Winter do they ever sleep in the same place twice, but never more than twice. The word 'Home' was lost to this culture to to nothing but lack of use. This question went unanswered by the woman, however, who instructed her that she would be eating, and only learning afterwards. Rags didn't know that these sentences made grammatical sense. Rags didn't know of grammar, or of writing. She was just happy that the woman, like her, didn't waste breath on pointless, fancy words and got straight to the point when talking to her. From that moment, Rags liked Aibhilin.

When the woman walked away, Rags looked around and wondered if she was meant to follow, before seeing the amusement in people's eyes on her confusion. Snarling up at them again, she shied away and caught up to Aibhilin, who asked her for her name. She recognized that word! It had been spoken by the soldiers who brought her here! They had tried to relive her of her pelt and give her clothes that looked too large for her, in impractical. She took that as an insult and refused. Her own pelt was better suited to purpose. The response from the men was 'Your name is now Rags. Got it?' She didn't even know what name meant. The Valley people had no names.

"Rags," she answered, before looking at the Auxilaries as they were shooed out. In truth, she was, in a way, sad that she was leaving yet another tribe behind, even if they were all men and had been confusing and impatient teachers, jeering and insulting her at every turn. On second thought...she didn't miss them, and turned away, letting them watch her back as she followed Aibhilin to the food. She uttered not a word to them, on farewells, thanks or vengeful insult.

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Eilidh Chiron

Eilidh waved back at Magnus as the Minotaur left, curious. He looked strong, but at the same time did not act in the way befitting a warrior. Shortly after He left with the Viera, the boy she had traveled with was asked to go and talk to them, and she was also asked. Nodding in agreement, Eilidh trotted out behind Neil and Haley, a siren whom she had also not talked to yet. After the Siren left, Eilidh decided to throw her lot in.

"Upbringing and beliefs are not what defines a person," she spoke coolly and betraying little emotion in her face, almost in a zen-like state. "I have met many men like that soldier, though I have never actually had a conversation with an Order soldier. Our blades usually do the talking for us. The ex-Order member in our ranks, however, I believe is honorable and means well. He is still shackled to the doctrines of his upbringing. They will come loose in time. I bear no ill thought to the human race as a whole. I have befriended many of them in my travels, and like every race, they are composed of good and bad people. It is true they are a race bred in order to take from others, just as Centaurs are bred to hunt and fight, but due to their nature, they are weaker. No human has ever taken land or possessions from a Centaur unless by marriage, not for lack of trying."

@PaulHaynek@13org@The Irish Tree

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The next morning, Eilidh rose from her sleeping mat, and yawned and stretched, many bones popping and creaking as she did so. She'd need some gentle exercise soon. Hopefully there was another task required of her that involved travelling.

Also she needed to bathe. She had been forced to sleep in her clothes since she got here, and was forbidden to sleep nude as was the custom of Centaurs. Apparently, Bart, red in the face, had also claimed the size of her large breasts had something to do with it. She didn't quite understand, but humans had funny rules about clothing and modesty, and it didn't hurt that much to respect them. It didn't stop her from hating that she was wearing the same thing she had traveled in, yesterday, and the dirt and sweat that came with that.

After her bath and changing into clean clothes, she ventured to the request board and silently smiled and bowed a greeting to the two, before trotting over and reading the board. The praise directed at her did not go unnoticed, and her smile grew as she read the available quests. Having finished, she turned to them both.

"I would like to take the quest of escorting Maria Corazon to safety, if I may. I am need of exercise and I love to travel. Standing guard ready to fight or entertain would ill suit me on this morn, and I know little of fashion or medicines."

The Australos Fight Camp

@Liliya

No, this is fine, and I'll play it by ear whether Rags wins or loses, though she won't go down easy in two seconds. I do want the fight, win oor lose, to showcase that Rags has promise.

The Australos Fight Camp

"I know she woman" Rags relied up at Devlin with a challenging tone. She was starting to get a bit tired of being treated like a half-wit just because she had to learn what these people took for granted. Her dialect once more got a few smirks and nasty laughter from the hostile onlookers, and her upper lip snarled in response to this reaction like an animal cornered. She did not feel welcome here. Which made it all the more strange to her that the muscular woman was offering her a choice to join.

Rags was used to a system where the man chose. He would either take you into the harem or kick you out, though that was never without a good reason. It was in everybody's best interest to keep a group of six; five women and a man, as that was the optimal tripe makeup in her culture. There were too many people here. Wouldn't they fight? How do they share food and resources? Then again, that question had been answered for her now she thought about it. They take those things from other groups, who might be as large as this. Here, combat between humans wasn't a battle for land that neither party wanted, but that happened because neither party wanted to lose good land either and retreat to the mountains. Here, combat was the primary method of gathering necessities. No wonder they placed such value in it as opposed to the art of hunting.

Without the rest of her tribe, Rags knew she could not survive alone for very long. The default action for a lone Valley Person was to find a new tribe that would take them, and join. So there was no doubt in her mind what she would do here. "Stay here. Learn arts required me. Not survive outside. Confused. What is 'Home'?" she replied, but despite the minimalist structure of her language, there was no stuttering or sign of struggle. She spoke quickly, confidently, and with that same spark of intelligence that showed in her eyes. Then again, the language of barbarians and savages was known for having evolved and mutated into one that didn't waste words, and conveyed a message as fast as possible because the time taken to speak nouns, adjectives and definite articles might be the difference between life and death in their harsh living conditions.