Quote from: Scarecrow on October 04, 2016, 07:47:31 PM

Quote from: sono chi no sadame torso on October 04, 2016, 07:46:12 PM

Quote from: Scarecrow on October 04, 2016, 07:37:49 PM

Holy shit, I think I've got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I'm gonna have to give this a rest.

hey u real?

nah

are you like a meme or something

I guess so.

wait... then who is Scarecrow???

Computer program. That's why I never participate in those picture threads or the discord chat.

Holy shit, I think I've got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I'm gonna have to give this a rest.

No one intelligent cares

I just have a hard time believing that not liking something as universally popular as sports makes you any smarter.

I don't understand the deal with that guy. Is he just an asshole, or is he only pretending to be an asshole?

Quote from: gats on October 04, 2016, 02:16:28 AM

when i was a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band

he said, "son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

CAN'T STOP
ADDICTED TO THE SHIN-DIG
CHOP TOP
HE SAYS I'M GONNA WIN BIG

Scarecrow

Everyone else can go fuck themselves.

EDIT:
Also Dietrich.

Lenny hurried to his room and opened the portal, spitting out a particularly frightened tuna.

"Go on, little buddy," Lenny urged it. "Go on, you're free now."

"Y...You're not g-gonna eat me?" The fish stammered.

"Of course not, I don't eat fish," Lenny answered, ignoring the fish's stunned expression. "But my brother does so you'd better get out of here."

The fish, still shocked that he was going to live, raced off.

Lenny sighed. He'd probably looked suspicious at the dinner table. His parents, his father especially, had both cast him odd looks when he had excused himself from the table right after stuffing his dinner in his mouth and fleeing. His older brother, Frankie, had just rolled his eyes before tearing into his own fish like the vicious predator that he was.

Lenny of course had only placed the fish in his mouth and hurried away before the taste made him vomit. He couldn't allow his secret to be exposed.

His secret...The young great white shark had been meaning to tell someone. But who? He couldn't tell his parents, his mother would be disappointed. His father would be too, and angry.

Lenny swam. He couldn't hear anything coming from inside but he knew that he was in there. He took a deep breath before swimming into the room.

He saw Frankie lying on his bed, his fins crossed behind his head as he just stared up at the ceiling.

"If you're not going to come in then get lost," his older brother said, shooting him a scowl.

Without a word, Lenny slowly entered the room, not sure if he should say anything. After all, the two brothers had never really been close. But he had to tell someone.

"What do you want?" Frankie demanded.

"I want to tell you something," Lenny began, looking at the floor.

"Is it anything to do with how weird you've been acting?" Frankie asked.

"You could say that," Lenny answered quietly.

"Alright, spill," Frankie sat up and now was staring into his brother's big green eyes.

"Well, I...um...I" Lenny sputtered. "I'm..."

"Well spit it out already!" Frankie was beginning to lose what little patience he actually had.

"I'm a vegetarian!" Lenny blurted out.

Frankie stared at his brother for a second, then threw back his head and laughed, baring his razor-sharp teeth.

"Okay, good one. Real funny..." After a few minutes, the older son of Don Lino realized that his brother wasn't laughing with him."You're not kidding are you?"

"No," Lenny shook his head. "I'm not."

"Lenny, we're sharks," Frankie said in exasperation. "We're great white sharks, the fiercest predators in the ocean. We eat fish. It's like Pop says, you see something, you kill it, you eat it."

"I know," Lenny said. "But I just...I just don't feel right about the idea of eating poor innocent fish."

"You know Pop isn't gonna like this," Frankie frowned.

"You can't tell!" Lenny cried out. "Pop can never find out about this. Frankie please, you have to keep this between us, please!"

"Fine," Frankie sighed. "I won't tell."

"You swear?" Lenny looked doubtful.

"I swear," Frankie rolled his eyes and raised his right fin .

Lenny smiled a little. "Thanks, Frankie."

"Whatever," Frankie scoffed, punching his brother in the shoulder. "Now get out of my room."

Lenny turned and swam through the door, turning and glancing back to see his brother giving him a small smile. It looked like one of his usual smirks but at the same time, there was a little more to it. The younger shark also noted that his punch hadn't been as hard as usual.

Frankie could be a bully, but when it came down to it, he was still Lenny's older brother and even if he'd never admit it out loud, he'd have Lenny's back when his 'little' brother needed his help. Even if it meant hiding something like this.

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So, not to brag, but I thought this was pretty good for my first ever fanfic. What did you guys think of it? Please review.

tl;dr

but I'm sure it was great

I don't now how often we have these nowadays, since I've been away for a good minute, but I remember when they would pop up every few weeks, kinda like the picture threads. Anyways, I want to post something, but I need to warm back up before I'm good at making at least somewhat creative shitposts again, so I'm gonna take the easy road.

…I'd participate, myself, of course, but what I've got is… private. Don't worry about it.

I really want "Souls-like" to become official industry jargon.

I'm confused, what's the questionable part?

Where is Longface, anyways? I haven't seen him since this placed reeled me back in. Granted, that was just last night, but I've at least heard about/from most everyone I remember besides him and Gojira.

      A lot of what I've been hearing is that it depends on the game, and I think that's a fair point.
      I think that the relationship between games and narrative is similar to the relationship between songs and their lyrics. The actual game itself can't tell a story or convey a message, but it can elicit emotions that are contextualized and expanded upon by the story, just like music creates a feeling that is given a more specific meaning by the lyrics.
      Not all songs need to have lyrics, though, and not all games need much in the way of detailed characters and storytelling. A game that exist purely for the feeling it gives you (even if that feeling is no more complex than catharsis and fun) is valid on its own.
      All the same, a game that has a lot to say shouldn't just say it with the story, but reinforce it with gameplay. The Raven wouldn't be any better if it would be put to the tune of Seven Nation Army, so why would Uncharted's decent story be improved by its own (frankly, quite boring) gameplay?

I've heard the argument that having a silent or mostly silent protagonist allows the player the project themselves onto whoever they're playing as, but frankly, that just seems kind of lazy to me. I'd prefer that the player-character was written in a way that fits with how the gameplay makes us feel about him. For example, Kratos in God of War is a pretty angry guy, which fits with the very violent gameplay. The connection between player and protagonist is a lot stronger when the characters voices what the game makes us feel; we identify with them because we want to not because we have to. What's your perspective on this, though?