in-character decisions
May. 6th, 2020 10:57 amvia https://ift.tt/2YDHeEB
sorrelchestnut replied to your post “What I Learned From The Witcher 3”
i love everything about this but in response to your tag i feel obliged to say that ciri cannot be a distinguished bi because she is, in spite of yennefer’s best efforts, completely fucking feral
This is true. She just seemed so competent in the little bit we’ve gotten of her in the game so far, though I suppose she’s competent in the way Geralt is; she also eats like an animal only badly animated, and leaves clothes all over the floor, so I should have paid a little more attention to that. LOL. No, you’re probably right, she’s about on par with Geralt’s level of Disaster.
Anyhow, we did some more gaming last night, and Dr. F sat as the game loaded and gently prodded to see how much his wife had slept through the last time, so she wouldn’t be confused once the action started up. It was quite sweet.
I’m continuing my policy of only telling him stuff if he asks or if it seems important. We’re definitely way off the order of how they did it in the walkthrough I had recommended, so I have to do a lot of scrolling and some of the things, they just don’t mention. (Understandable, there’s a lot, and they clearly can’t get to everything.)
He said he wants to try to play super in-character, so his choices are to do the things he thinks are Most Like How Geralt Would Act. (I think the flaw in this is that they only ever give you three or four choices, and all of them are plausible, so.) So when we were searching the Bloody Baron’s house, he’d press the Loot button to see what was in the highlighted things, and then we dithered for a bit.
“It seems in poor taste to steal things from a room I’ve asked to search to solve a missing persons case,” he said. The chest held a gold ring, a pearl, a candelabra, trinkets. Over by the bed, there was a chest with a doll in it.
“I think you need the doll,” I said, having read the walkthrough, which specifies that you find a voodoo/poppet-style doll by the bed. So he took the doll. Then he walked around to the other side of the bed. On the floor, there was a voodoo doll. “Whoops,” I said. “Can you put it back?”
“No,” he said, attempting to un-loot the chest. No can do. Whoops we stole the missing girl’s dollie.
…
Anyway, we moved on, having collected (I think??) all the important and relevant things. Won some horse races, and managed to find a few other doable quests. Most of what we’ve picked up is like… Suggested Level 22. Suggested Level 35. Yeahhhh we just leveled up to 4. But we DID find a blacksmith and now have a better sword so it only takes like two or three good hits to kill a wolf instead of fifteen frantic slashes.
(Oh something I never saw in any walkthroughs: as we left the Baron’s place, a man stood in the middle of the road and yelled at us to fight him for the honor of some random woman. We tried to talk our way out of it but he insisted. Upon drawing swords, Dr F yelped “He’s level nine???” And the guy dealt us a bit of damage, but then Geralt got his shit together and took a run at him and hit him a bunch of times, and he gave up. We wound up with, like, 5 XP, and told the guy that if he bothered us again we’d break all his bones. (Big talk from a level 4 Witcher.) But whomst the fuck was that and what was his fuckin deal?)
So we did the Fisstech Priest quest, burning some bodies and saving a drug dealer from ghouls. I got to warn him about exploding rotfiends and yeah, they do act pretty much exactly like they did in the fic I wrote, so, good. (Hey, I did a pretty decent job of writing video game action without ever having watched it. I dunno if I’m proud or not.)
I had warned Dr F that the whole thing was about drugs, and that it might be the case that he’d make more money killing the guy than taking the reward. “What would Geralt do, though,” Dr. F mused, as we approached the priest. Neither of the dialogue options made it clear which of them were Geralt calling the guy on his shit. It turned out they all did, so there was that. But then the guy offered to bribe Geralt, and I said, take the bribe, why not? But Dr. F frowned. “I don’t think Geralt likes that, he’s got his pride,” he said, and picked the no fuck you option.
Whereupon the priest immediately was like “then we’ll kill you” and Dr. F barely waited for the screen to load before he’d cut the guy in half, then took out the guards, and looted the corpse. 200 gold! Not bad. “He started that,” he said happily. “Geralt’s conscience is clear.”
Now, you may have noticed a distinct lack of off-color commentary through most of this, and the reason is that MM was on the couch reading fanfic on her phone. Like a month ago I sent her links to a couple of things I thought she’d like– of course![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deputychairman ‘s fic about the threesome, but also the more cracky fic with Yennefer’s sick wizard van and the unicorn cookie edibles. She liked the first one but during the second one she kept squeak-laughing, and occasionally reading the wilder things it said, and Dr F was like no there are boundaries in my life and erotic fanfiction transcends those boundaries, which was a hilarious line in the sand but I get it, he lives a very different life than we do.
Anyway we rounded out the night having leveled up to 4 and finally put some skill points into Axii, and upgraded Geralt’s trousers but still stuck in the schlubby-looking olive-green gambeson.
sorrelchestnut replied to your post “What I Learned From The Witcher 3”
i love everything about this but in response to your tag i feel obliged to say that ciri cannot be a distinguished bi because she is, in spite of yennefer’s best efforts, completely fucking feral
This is true. She just seemed so competent in the little bit we’ve gotten of her in the game so far, though I suppose she’s competent in the way Geralt is; she also eats like an animal only badly animated, and leaves clothes all over the floor, so I should have paid a little more attention to that. LOL. No, you’re probably right, she’s about on par with Geralt’s level of Disaster.
Anyhow, we did some more gaming last night, and Dr. F sat as the game loaded and gently prodded to see how much his wife had slept through the last time, so she wouldn’t be confused once the action started up. It was quite sweet.
I’m continuing my policy of only telling him stuff if he asks or if it seems important. We’re definitely way off the order of how they did it in the walkthrough I had recommended, so I have to do a lot of scrolling and some of the things, they just don’t mention. (Understandable, there’s a lot, and they clearly can’t get to everything.)
He said he wants to try to play super in-character, so his choices are to do the things he thinks are Most Like How Geralt Would Act. (I think the flaw in this is that they only ever give you three or four choices, and all of them are plausible, so.) So when we were searching the Bloody Baron’s house, he’d press the Loot button to see what was in the highlighted things, and then we dithered for a bit.
“It seems in poor taste to steal things from a room I’ve asked to search to solve a missing persons case,” he said. The chest held a gold ring, a pearl, a candelabra, trinkets. Over by the bed, there was a chest with a doll in it.
“I think you need the doll,” I said, having read the walkthrough, which specifies that you find a voodoo/poppet-style doll by the bed. So he took the doll. Then he walked around to the other side of the bed. On the floor, there was a voodoo doll. “Whoops,” I said. “Can you put it back?”
“No,” he said, attempting to un-loot the chest. No can do. Whoops we stole the missing girl’s dollie.
…
Anyway, we moved on, having collected (I think??) all the important and relevant things. Won some horse races, and managed to find a few other doable quests. Most of what we’ve picked up is like… Suggested Level 22. Suggested Level 35. Yeahhhh we just leveled up to 4. But we DID find a blacksmith and now have a better sword so it only takes like two or three good hits to kill a wolf instead of fifteen frantic slashes.
(Oh something I never saw in any walkthroughs: as we left the Baron’s place, a man stood in the middle of the road and yelled at us to fight him for the honor of some random woman. We tried to talk our way out of it but he insisted. Upon drawing swords, Dr F yelped “He’s level nine???” And the guy dealt us a bit of damage, but then Geralt got his shit together and took a run at him and hit him a bunch of times, and he gave up. We wound up with, like, 5 XP, and told the guy that if he bothered us again we’d break all his bones. (Big talk from a level 4 Witcher.) But whomst the fuck was that and what was his fuckin deal?)
So we did the Fisstech Priest quest, burning some bodies and saving a drug dealer from ghouls. I got to warn him about exploding rotfiends and yeah, they do act pretty much exactly like they did in the fic I wrote, so, good. (Hey, I did a pretty decent job of writing video game action without ever having watched it. I dunno if I’m proud or not.)
I had warned Dr F that the whole thing was about drugs, and that it might be the case that he’d make more money killing the guy than taking the reward. “What would Geralt do, though,” Dr. F mused, as we approached the priest. Neither of the dialogue options made it clear which of them were Geralt calling the guy on his shit. It turned out they all did, so there was that. But then the guy offered to bribe Geralt, and I said, take the bribe, why not? But Dr. F frowned. “I don’t think Geralt likes that, he’s got his pride,” he said, and picked the no fuck you option.
Whereupon the priest immediately was like “then we’ll kill you” and Dr. F barely waited for the screen to load before he’d cut the guy in half, then took out the guards, and looted the corpse. 200 gold! Not bad. “He started that,” he said happily. “Geralt’s conscience is clear.”
Now, you may have noticed a distinct lack of off-color commentary through most of this, and the reason is that MM was on the couch reading fanfic on her phone. Like a month ago I sent her links to a couple of things I thought she’d like– of course
deputychairman ‘s fic about the threesome, but also the more cracky fic with Yennefer’s sick wizard van and the unicorn cookie edibles. She liked the first one but during the second one she kept squeak-laughing, and occasionally reading the wilder things it said, and Dr F was like no there are boundaries in my life and erotic fanfiction transcends those boundaries, which was a hilarious line in the sand but I get it, he lives a very different life than we do.Anyway we rounded out the night having leveled up to 4 and finally put some skill points into Axii, and upgraded Geralt’s trousers but still stuck in the schlubby-looking olive-green gambeson.
