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Post by Muramasa on Mar 23, 2006 22:35:42 GMT -8
My spring break is coming up, and I wanted to do something mildly productive. Since playing video games aren't that, I just decided to make a thread where I (and anybody else for that matter) will post diaries of my characters in their respective video game worlds.
I might as well start with Escape Velocity Nova. The game seems be made for this kind of crap.
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Post by The Dankness on Mar 23, 2006 23:06:55 GMT -8
I think I'll do it for Oblivion once I get it. Seems like a good game to make journals for.
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Post by Dex on Mar 24, 2006 8:10:15 GMT -8
OMG I need to find my Fallout...
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Post by Kuat on Mar 24, 2006 11:37:37 GMT -8
Man, I wanna write about the adventures of "Commandant Prick"
"Hey, look over there!"
"Hey, go over there!"
"Hey, look over there!"
"Hey, go over there!"
"Hey, look over there!"
"Hey, go over there!"
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Post by Inaaca on Mar 24, 2006 14:39:30 GMT -8
LOL, yeah. Mindless soldiers...
I don't think there's really any games I have that I haven't played (or am currently capable of playing) that I'd want to make a journal for.. I have some old games that might be good for it though...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Mar 24, 2006 18:03:30 GMT -8
Soldier: Master Chief
Location: Blood Creek
The red flag! Let's go get the red flag. Kill them, get the flag. Shoot, shoot shoot at their heads. Flag, grab the red flag. Run! Run! SHOOT! Grab the red flag. Need health. Grab the red flag. Woot, overshield. Shoot at them and grab the red flag. TOSS SOME GERNADES AND GRAB THE RED FLAG! Run, run, run, run, run, shoot. Grab the red flag.
I GOT THE RED FLAG!
Avoid them! Run, run, run, shoot. Get to the base and avoid them. Get the red flag to the bass, shoot, run, and avoid them. Get to the base, get to the base, get to the base. AVOID THEM!
Aw, I died.
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Post by Muramasa on Mar 24, 2006 23:54:23 GMT -8
The Adventures of Todd from the Brotherhood of Nod
It all began in the form of pamphlet, colored in vibrant hues of red and black. On the pamphlet, it claimed that they would make the world a "kincer, friendlier, gentler place". It was for this reason that I joined Nod; Kane seemed like a dapper fellow, plus, I disdain the color yellow.
I work for the Brotherhood as their expert techinician, and my job remains in the realm of repairing things, as well as mining things, with a slight possiblity (though low probability) of C4ing things. My job involves alot of things, but fortunately for me, no degree is actually needed, as all I have to do is pull the trigger.
Boot camp had just finished, and I am now at my new post, which is a Nod base that lies at the base of a hill, incidentally, there is a GDI base based on the opposite side of that hill. What formed the basis of this logic is based off of some strange Base design paradigm that I have yet begun to form a...foundation on.
I loathe this place and it's people. They don't understand my feelings, and they never will. I slave all day to make sure that every cinder block is intact. I drudge over every vehicle to make sure they are properly maintained. Do I ever get a thanks? Even a glimpse? Never!
By happenstance, a friend of mine, Rod from the Brotherhood of Nod, was also stationed on this particular outpost. At best, we could savory in the idiocy of our compatriots, who have this odd tendancy to abbreviate the most inane nouns. For example, the stealth tank, a marvel in Nod technology, that allows the driver to move around terrain relatively unnoticed through advance cloaking technology that warps light around it, is abbreviated to this abominable word "Stank". This irritates me to no end. This type of phonetics certainly is odd. The Brotherhood of Odd perhaps? Not only that, but these brutes have no concept of appropriate driving manners. Given the lack of roads, this order is necessary. And on occassion, their very lack of proficiency descends beyond the realm of depression and into the realm of horror.
There was one particular driver, who was probably a novice, had difficulty figuring out the fact one should not drive a Nod Buggie INTO a Hand of Nod! God forbid they try to not drive into the refinery. It took him several hours to master the controls of the vehicle before he was able to sucessfully navigate the contraption out of the base. He was promptly destroyed by enemy gunfire.
Ultimately, the GDI base was destroyed. Since there is nothing for me to maintain at the moment, I requested a transfer to a new outpost, hopefully one that is less plauged with idiocy to one that spends their time discussing politics and entertains fondue parties. I read it in the pamphlet. It should be there...
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Post by Kuat on Mar 25, 2006 0:01:36 GMT -8
When I signed for the Army of the Brotherhood of Nod, I wanted to become rich, famous, and get the hot chicks.
Instead? I get stanks. Or, well, STanks.
I loved my first assignment, I really did. Outta basic I was shipped right to a base that was:
a.) On fire
b.) had no power
c.) Had 50 ion cannon satellites approaching
d.) Was staffed by the military equivalents of chicken little.
I decided to whip out the ol' soldering iron and try to repair the base. Why? Nothing else to do; we had no vehicles, or any command structure for that matter to speak of. Unless a random stream of orders is a good way to run a base. "Attack the base! Destroy the vehicle! Defend the base! Left! Right! Take off your pants! The sky is falling".
Anyway, somehow one of our chuckleheads were able to steal a tank. From the very second he stole it, radio chatter considered of three words: "Repair the vehicle" Yes, we got it the first eight times. Regardless, I had nothing else to do (but die, which is an increasingly attractive option), so I repaired the moron's tank. Not that it was hard to keep the tank alive either. The GDI fellows weren't too bright, as somehow they couldn't take down a base that was half immolated and staffed with dolts with a 20 word vocabulary who could only use exclamation points. That, or they were just sadistic and wanted us to suffer longer.
Eventually, after too much time, we were finally chased into out last building. There I met one of my fellow soldiers, Tod, who was shipped in the same time I was. While I was running around with everyone's favorite tank jacker, he was busy making sure our base didn't implode. I joined his effort as the base came apart at the seams. However, even our brave soldering irons couldn't quite cope with every GDI tank under the sun. Eventually it fell, but not before we caught a buggy out of there and to the next camp over. There, we were introduced to the concept of "grand theft auto" and how the GDI apparently haven't heard of locks. But that is for another time. Now if you excuse me, I have to get my stank in gear.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Mar 25, 2006 0:38:07 GMT -8
Damn.
You guys make me want to pick up Renegade again.
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Post by Muramasa on Mar 25, 2006 16:44:19 GMT -8
Depends on how much you get it for. Paying 20 bucks for it is a rip off. I just happened to get it with every other C&C game.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Mar 25, 2006 16:51:45 GMT -8
I would basically be purchasing it just to play with you guys.
Because I sure do remember that single player... *shivers*
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Post by DJ Coulz on Mar 25, 2006 20:01:34 GMT -8
MW, JUMP!!! USE A CHEAT CODE!!!!
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Post by Inaaca on Mar 25, 2006 22:59:43 GMT -8
USE YOUR GRENADES!
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Post by The Dankness on Mar 25, 2006 23:00:36 GMT -8
WIZARD NEEDS FOOD, BADLY!
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Mar 26, 2006 4:44:31 GMT -8
"Behold! My latest Invention! The First Machine ever to accurately measure surprise!"
"Oh really?"
*Machine reads "moderate surprise"*
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Post by Lady V on Mar 26, 2006 18:00:25 GMT -8
Dang I need a game too... I know!..... HOMEWORK!!! that is my game. As you can see I am an expert in some cases (math, math, math, math, f(x,y,z)=x^2+3*y^3-5*z^4; plot3d(f(x,y,z), x=1..3, y=1..3, z=4..9). This, however, will be a challenge since math is always growing therefore I have to be expecting squels and preludes etc. such as Castle Calculus: The hidden differentials, Double Derivatives Revolution! (DDR) and The Kingdom of Hyperbolic Functions. Good thing I have my cheat codes (table of integrals) to help me!
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Mar 26, 2006 18:02:44 GMT -8
OH....MY....GOD  |
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Post by Lady V on Mar 26, 2006 18:12:12 GMT -8
Well, what can I say, I feel left out in this aspect of our friendships.
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Post by Inaaca on Mar 26, 2006 19:46:10 GMT -8
*shudder*
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Post by The Dankness on Mar 27, 2006 0:18:24 GMT -8
Dang I need a game too... I know!..... HOMEWORK!!! that is my game. As you can see I am an expert in some cases (math, math, math, math, f(x,y,z)=x^2+3*y^3-5*z^4; plot3d(f(x,y,z), x=1..3, y=1..3, z=4..9). This, however, will be a challenge since math is always growing therefore I have to be expecting squels and preludes etc. such as Castle Calculus: The hidden differentials, Double Derivatives Revolution! (DDR) and The Kingdom of Hyperbolic Functions. Good thing I have my cheat codes (table of integrals) to help me! Sounds like a "throw-down-the-controller" game for sure. |
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