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beyoursledgehammer replied to your post “w3: soft heart ne’er won fair lady”
W3 takes a minute to get going
Especially if you’re playing it on Death March difficulty mode. But as I pointed out, I’m really just here to watch Geralt run around and have conversations and occasionally hit things. I really don’t care about the achievements. I used to love watching people play video games that had stories, and it’s a long time since I got to do that (like… long enough that the graphics have drastically improved, I seriously think it was like Grand Theft Auto 2 or something I last spectated), and in this case I’m invested in the lore and such, so that’s fine. Meanwhile, Dr. Friend is mostly a FPS player and likes the strategic shit and deliberately chose this tedious-grind kind of beginning because he knows it’ll give the payoff he wants later once he’s powered up, so he’s invested in this. And MathMom just likes the pretty scenery and most of the same things I’m into, in this (her level of Witcher fandom is that she watched the Netflix series and read all my fic, so– she was so excited to see Lambert and Eskel in the intro because she had no idea who I was talking about), so it’s fine for our needs.
I don’t need it to get going particularly, I’m just having fun watching, and occasionally providing insights into lore, and of course getting user-friendly tips texted to me by the invaluableakilah12902, which adds another dimension to all of it.
It’s like watching an interactive TV show, and I get the appeal now, but you could not pay me to actually have to master any of the skills necessary to play a video game. I can’t even use the Xbox controller to navigate the Netflix menu, I cannot imagine trying to do things with reflexes and it. Argh.
[more rambling behind the cut, but no particular tws this time]
Oh, I forgot the funniest thing that happened last night, which is that we found the herbalist in White Orchard who is supposed to have a bunch of dialogue things and like, quests and shit, and the way she’s set up her idle animation is that she’s bent over at a bench that is immediately opposite the door of her house. So it’s awkward to leave– after talking to her the first time, Dr. Friend tried to navigate Geralt out the door, but she was bent over at her bench right in the way, and Geralt body-checked her so violently she shrieked– but it’s even more awkward to come in. (Also, if you haven’t played, she happens to be wearing trousers, I don’t know why, but they’re really pretty tight pants and she’s fairly curvy.) The second time we visited, Dr. Friend navigated Geralt through the door at a pretty good clip, and instantly he sort of slammed into her (tightly trousers-clad) ass and had to pull up short so as not to shove her straight through her bench.
“I’d, uh, put the bench over there,” Dr. Friend said awkwardly, turning to show the wall of the house next to the door, which has basically no features. The door barely has clearance to swing wide of the woman’s butt when she’s at the bench. But there aren’t any dialogue options for Geralt to give her less socially-awkward ergonomic workspace advice, so he had to let it go.
The dialogue options we went through wound up with her thanking us for something and giving us a bunch of loot, which is great, but then she also sort of schmooeyed her person along the front of Geralt, which like, in-game probably makes sense but given how much she’d gotten run violently into so far this playthrough was honestly a little suicidal of her.
“That’s an herbalist with a sexy deathwish,” I said.
Oh, also, here was my best Dr. Friendism of the evening, while we were in this abandoned village. [In our 22 years of knowing one another, I have amassed a wealth of Dr. Friendisms; he’s quite good at pithy sayings. In college we actually kept a notebook full of Weird Shit Not-Yet-Dr. Friend Said.] For some reason all these houses, collapsing after 20 years of neglect, were full of chests that were full of things like… water, food items, assorted dog tallow and bear fat and such… because those would all still be good after the roof beams had fallen in?
“Well,” Dr. Friend said drily, “one thing I’ve learned playing games, don’t look gift bear fat in the mouth.”
Sure enough, you need it pretty much right away.
beyoursledgehammer replied to your post “w3: soft heart ne’er won fair lady”
W3 takes a minute to get going
Especially if you’re playing it on Death March difficulty mode. But as I pointed out, I’m really just here to watch Geralt run around and have conversations and occasionally hit things. I really don’t care about the achievements. I used to love watching people play video games that had stories, and it’s a long time since I got to do that (like… long enough that the graphics have drastically improved, I seriously think it was like Grand Theft Auto 2 or something I last spectated), and in this case I’m invested in the lore and such, so that’s fine. Meanwhile, Dr. Friend is mostly a FPS player and likes the strategic shit and deliberately chose this tedious-grind kind of beginning because he knows it’ll give the payoff he wants later once he’s powered up, so he’s invested in this. And MathMom just likes the pretty scenery and most of the same things I’m into, in this (her level of Witcher fandom is that she watched the Netflix series and read all my fic, so– she was so excited to see Lambert and Eskel in the intro because she had no idea who I was talking about), so it’s fine for our needs.
I don’t need it to get going particularly, I’m just having fun watching, and occasionally providing insights into lore, and of course getting user-friendly tips texted to me by the invaluable
akilah12902, which adds another dimension to all of it.It’s like watching an interactive TV show, and I get the appeal now, but you could not pay me to actually have to master any of the skills necessary to play a video game. I can’t even use the Xbox controller to navigate the Netflix menu, I cannot imagine trying to do things with reflexes and it. Argh.
[more rambling behind the cut, but no particular tws this time]
Oh, I forgot the funniest thing that happened last night, which is that we found the herbalist in White Orchard who is supposed to have a bunch of dialogue things and like, quests and shit, and the way she’s set up her idle animation is that she’s bent over at a bench that is immediately opposite the door of her house. So it’s awkward to leave– after talking to her the first time, Dr. Friend tried to navigate Geralt out the door, but she was bent over at her bench right in the way, and Geralt body-checked her so violently she shrieked– but it’s even more awkward to come in. (Also, if you haven’t played, she happens to be wearing trousers, I don’t know why, but they’re really pretty tight pants and she’s fairly curvy.) The second time we visited, Dr. Friend navigated Geralt through the door at a pretty good clip, and instantly he sort of slammed into her (tightly trousers-clad) ass and had to pull up short so as not to shove her straight through her bench.
“I’d, uh, put the bench over there,” Dr. Friend said awkwardly, turning to show the wall of the house next to the door, which has basically no features. The door barely has clearance to swing wide of the woman’s butt when she’s at the bench. But there aren’t any dialogue options for Geralt to give her less socially-awkward ergonomic workspace advice, so he had to let it go.
The dialogue options we went through wound up with her thanking us for something and giving us a bunch of loot, which is great, but then she also sort of schmooeyed her person along the front of Geralt, which like, in-game probably makes sense but given how much she’d gotten run violently into so far this playthrough was honestly a little suicidal of her.
“That’s an herbalist with a sexy deathwish,” I said.
Oh, also, here was my best Dr. Friendism of the evening, while we were in this abandoned village. [In our 22 years of knowing one another, I have amassed a wealth of Dr. Friendisms; he’s quite good at pithy sayings. In college we actually kept a notebook full of Weird Shit Not-Yet-Dr. Friend Said.] For some reason all these houses, collapsing after 20 years of neglect, were full of chests that were full of things like… water, food items, assorted dog tallow and bear fat and such… because those would all still be good after the roof beams had fallen in?
“Well,” Dr. Friend said drily, “one thing I’ve learned playing games, don’t look gift bear fat in the mouth.”
Sure enough, you need it pretty much right away.
