w3: soft heart ne’er won fair lady
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Tonight’s gaming session featured a noonwraith, and we approached the haunted well at like, high noon and Dr. Friend was like that’s good right? and I was like no, they’re strongest at midday, and he was like well, shit.
[tws behind the cut not for video game violence, which you’d expect, but for discussion of real-life medical shit, amazingly]
fortunately we jumped down a well and got lost in there and while we did find the lady’s missing arm with the bracelet we needed for the quest, we also wound up coming out a distance away. By absolute miracle of chance, we found the flower we needed to make specter oil, and by the time we got back to the well it was like uhhh 1pm. and like, ok, not the ideal time to fight a noonwraith either but.
Amidst all this, we were trying to find a healing potion, and like, you’re supposed to spawn with one I guess? But it’s not in inventory and it’s not in quick use inventory either, and we went through all the tabs, and I was like, we’re fucked I guess. We have the recipe but don’t have the components. Well…
Save game, went for it, she killed us handily, we regrouped, and I was like ok let me look up how this is supposed to go. Dr. Friend was like no, I get it, I have to be way more aggressive, reloaded the game, and proceeded to just beat the shit out of the noonwraith. Killed her in like, thirty seconds of fast-twitch attacks, healed himself up with a roasted chicken leg, and was like, welp that wasn’t so hard.
Okay, okay, I knew Dr. F wasn’t just being an arrogant fuck when he loaded the game in Death March mode, but like. well. maybe I didn’t know that.
He was like listen it’s super fucking tedious to have to grind up from level 1 on this mode and you have no equipment and no abilities but for real, once you get a little grinding in it’s more fun to play games like this. trust me. really.
Your creatures need a bigger lair, I told him, partly as a reminder to myself that he has been annoying me with video games for literally two decades at this point, and he laughed. It is nice to find a game I actually don’t mind watching, because I’ve enjoyed watching video games in the past but i mostly don’t like FPS games and that’s mostly what he’s been on lately.
Went back and told the people who’d hired him for the Noonwraith job of the success. Dialog option comes up: take the money, or turn it down?
“Argh,” Dr. F said. “I need money to buy shit. But that’s a sad story about the girl’s dowry. I can’t take the money.” I kept my mouth shut, and let him decide, and he said “Aarrrrrggghh,” and refused the money. Like a big old softie.
And the guy gave him an amethyst worth three times the bounty anyway, so. “Oh,” he said.
“It works out, a lot, in this game, I think,” I said.
“I had a feeling,” he said, which is fair; a large part of the point of the game is that Geralt is a really fucking nice dude. He makes this face all the time on the dialogue screens, this like, sympathetic face, and it’s goddamned infuriatingly adorable.
Anyway. All we need for Swallow (the healing potion), which we need not only to survive but also for a quest that I know is futile but we’re doing for the XP anyway, is a Drowner brain, and we were chewing over the idea of how to get one since they hang out in packs and are level 4 and we are Not, when lo, a lone Drowner appeared on a bridge, and lo, it had no pack with it, it was alone! So Dr. Friend went ham on it for a bit and sure enough, killed it, and…
no loot. Just a Drowner corpse you can kick around but not actually interact with in any meaningful way. What the fuck. Super annoying. But,akilah12902 had pointed out the control panel where you can allocate your, IDK what they’re called, Place of Power points, so Dr. Friend had applied that towards getting basic vitality regeneration (Death March mode means if you take damage you just stay damaged until you do something about it, but if you level it up you can heal over time like a normal person) and so we just stood on the dead drowner and healed up. Which meant we had time to think, “hey what’s under this bridge,” and go and find the chest with the fascinating item entitled “Blood-Soaked Military Orders”. Like… nice title there guys! I wonder what this could be about! Also it was underwater, and the blood persists? For real? What the fuck.
TW discussion of medical shit, i.e. organ transplants, because real life intrudes:
As we were contemplating the injustices of life, Dr. Friend’s phone went off in his pocket, and he made a face. He’s on call tonight, and his mom doesn’t text this late. He fished his phone out, and was like, “Well fuck.”
“Someone died?” I said. Well. Where do organ transplants come from? Yeah.
“She’s typing,” he said, meaning the transplant coordinator person. The speech bubble sat there, the three dots, then it disappeared, then it came back. He put the phone down, picked up the controller. “Depends what she sends, this might be the end of tonight’s session.”
Finally, finally the message came through. He read it. “Ahh,” he said, “recovery probably in the morning? So, I get to sleep tonight, and go in tomorrow.” He wrote back, “Morning would be great!”
(Yeah I was confused by recovery too until I remembered where you get organs from. He doesn’t mean recovery after the surgery, he means… recovery of the organs from the donor. Which means somebody’s dead but still on life support and they’re waiting until morning to, ah. How to say this delicately. Do the necessary.)
(Last one of these, he got four hours’ notice and had to go in at 1am, so. Morning would be great. You don’t usually get to pick the time.)
But that still meant an end to tonight’s session so we left Geralt standing moodily on the bridge, with his foot on the dead Drowner’s head, hair blowing majestically in the breeze, saved the game and shut it down.
I leave you with a PSA: Please, please register to be an organ donor. It’s gross and ghoulish to think about but it’s such a goddamned miracle, this poor braindead schmuck on life support can save so many lives, and will, tomorrow morning. Nobody likes to think about it, I get that, I don’t like to think about it either, but I signed the back of my license a while ago because I know, it really matters. It does. So. Please, be an organ donor. And let your family know, because if they haven’t thought of it they usually say no by reflex, because they’re so upset and it sounds so gross. But it’s like, at least half a dozen potential miracles every time, so.
Tonight’s gaming session featured a noonwraith, and we approached the haunted well at like, high noon and Dr. Friend was like that’s good right? and I was like no, they’re strongest at midday, and he was like well, shit.
[tws behind the cut not for video game violence, which you’d expect, but for discussion of real-life medical shit, amazingly]
fortunately we jumped down a well and got lost in there and while we did find the lady’s missing arm with the bracelet we needed for the quest, we also wound up coming out a distance away. By absolute miracle of chance, we found the flower we needed to make specter oil, and by the time we got back to the well it was like uhhh 1pm. and like, ok, not the ideal time to fight a noonwraith either but.
Amidst all this, we were trying to find a healing potion, and like, you’re supposed to spawn with one I guess? But it’s not in inventory and it’s not in quick use inventory either, and we went through all the tabs, and I was like, we’re fucked I guess. We have the recipe but don’t have the components. Well…
Save game, went for it, she killed us handily, we regrouped, and I was like ok let me look up how this is supposed to go. Dr. Friend was like no, I get it, I have to be way more aggressive, reloaded the game, and proceeded to just beat the shit out of the noonwraith. Killed her in like, thirty seconds of fast-twitch attacks, healed himself up with a roasted chicken leg, and was like, welp that wasn’t so hard.
Okay, okay, I knew Dr. F wasn’t just being an arrogant fuck when he loaded the game in Death March mode, but like. well. maybe I didn’t know that.
He was like listen it’s super fucking tedious to have to grind up from level 1 on this mode and you have no equipment and no abilities but for real, once you get a little grinding in it’s more fun to play games like this. trust me. really.
Your creatures need a bigger lair, I told him, partly as a reminder to myself that he has been annoying me with video games for literally two decades at this point, and he laughed. It is nice to find a game I actually don’t mind watching, because I’ve enjoyed watching video games in the past but i mostly don’t like FPS games and that’s mostly what he’s been on lately.
Went back and told the people who’d hired him for the Noonwraith job of the success. Dialog option comes up: take the money, or turn it down?
“Argh,” Dr. F said. “I need money to buy shit. But that’s a sad story about the girl’s dowry. I can’t take the money.” I kept my mouth shut, and let him decide, and he said “Aarrrrrggghh,” and refused the money. Like a big old softie.
And the guy gave him an amethyst worth three times the bounty anyway, so. “Oh,” he said.
“It works out, a lot, in this game, I think,” I said.
“I had a feeling,” he said, which is fair; a large part of the point of the game is that Geralt is a really fucking nice dude. He makes this face all the time on the dialogue screens, this like, sympathetic face, and it’s goddamned infuriatingly adorable.
Anyway. All we need for Swallow (the healing potion), which we need not only to survive but also for a quest that I know is futile but we’re doing for the XP anyway, is a Drowner brain, and we were chewing over the idea of how to get one since they hang out in packs and are level 4 and we are Not, when lo, a lone Drowner appeared on a bridge, and lo, it had no pack with it, it was alone! So Dr. Friend went ham on it for a bit and sure enough, killed it, and…
no loot. Just a Drowner corpse you can kick around but not actually interact with in any meaningful way. What the fuck. Super annoying. But,
akilah12902 had pointed out the control panel where you can allocate your, IDK what they’re called, Place of Power points, so Dr. Friend had applied that towards getting basic vitality regeneration (Death March mode means if you take damage you just stay damaged until you do something about it, but if you level it up you can heal over time like a normal person) and so we just stood on the dead drowner and healed up. Which meant we had time to think, “hey what’s under this bridge,” and go and find the chest with the fascinating item entitled “Blood-Soaked Military Orders”. Like… nice title there guys! I wonder what this could be about! Also it was underwater, and the blood persists? For real? What the fuck.TW discussion of medical shit, i.e. organ transplants, because real life intrudes:
As we were contemplating the injustices of life, Dr. Friend’s phone went off in his pocket, and he made a face. He’s on call tonight, and his mom doesn’t text this late. He fished his phone out, and was like, “Well fuck.”
“Someone died?” I said. Well. Where do organ transplants come from? Yeah.
“She’s typing,” he said, meaning the transplant coordinator person. The speech bubble sat there, the three dots, then it disappeared, then it came back. He put the phone down, picked up the controller. “Depends what she sends, this might be the end of tonight’s session.”
Finally, finally the message came through. He read it. “Ahh,” he said, “recovery probably in the morning? So, I get to sleep tonight, and go in tomorrow.” He wrote back, “Morning would be great!”
(Yeah I was confused by recovery too until I remembered where you get organs from. He doesn’t mean recovery after the surgery, he means… recovery of the organs from the donor. Which means somebody’s dead but still on life support and they’re waiting until morning to, ah. How to say this delicately. Do the necessary.)
(Last one of these, he got four hours’ notice and had to go in at 1am, so. Morning would be great. You don’t usually get to pick the time.)
But that still meant an end to tonight’s session so we left Geralt standing moodily on the bridge, with his foot on the dead Drowner’s head, hair blowing majestically in the breeze, saved the game and shut it down.
I leave you with a PSA: Please, please register to be an organ donor. It’s gross and ghoulish to think about but it’s such a goddamned miracle, this poor braindead schmuck on life support can save so many lives, and will, tomorrow morning. Nobody likes to think about it, I get that, I don’t like to think about it either, but I signed the back of my license a while ago because I know, it really matters. It does. So. Please, be an organ donor. And let your family know, because if they haven’t thought of it they usually say no by reflex, because they’re so upset and it sounds so gross. But it’s like, at least half a dozen potential miracles every time, so.
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Date: 2020-04-28 12:21 pm (UTC)My partner is a heart transplant recipient; we also know people who've gotten a new lease on life through kidney and liver transplants.