Persistence was all that mattered. Continuation.
Genosis was here before the apes walked upright, before the fish crawled from the sea, before the sludge surged with purpose. The barren, fertile world needed only a spark. In death, in exile, Genosis was the breath of life. Continue reading
Tag finished tapping his fingertips together and said, “I’d say that’d be about 200 posts.”
“That’s allotta goddamn posts,” his partner groused, spitting sideways onto the trail. Jikk didn’t mind work as a rule, but digging was no better than sucking love from a porcupine’s ass. Hell, the porcupine would probably leave fewer splinters.
“That’s a lot of goddamn stock,” Tag mimicked back with a chuckle. His eyes roved over the range of desert scrub they’d selected. Now they just needed to construct the pen. “Figure, two an hour, ten hours a day for ten days, and that leaves us plenty of time to string the line.” Continue reading
“You’re such a charmer,” Merinde said, “Is it that bad?”
Gerard gazed off, his mind rattling through the images of the Shredder and what it had done to a well armed and able quartet of adventurers. Time and distance enough had passed though, that he wondered if the predator had moved on to a different course of action. Good for them, yes. Bad for the notion that the construct had an agenda. That increased the likelihood of invasion. Continue reading
The dead rose and feasted on the living, but not until the spring.
Winter was a hell of a time for armageddon to come knocking in North America. If the living dead planned their invasion this way, someone among their ranks needed to be released without severance.
There were a bundle of isolated incidents in morgues and mortuaries, at accidents and funerals, but the uprising of the walking dead was quelled without much ado. Modern culture had saturated the populace against zombie apocalypse so well, that no serious outbreaks occurred. Hard to believe with a shit ton of imbeciles walking around, but one thing that everyone could seem to agree on was the best way to stop a zombie. Continue reading
Whilst the two leapt up onto their mounts, debating some point whose significance was unclear, Cheskith regarded the oncoming tide of mercenaries with a thoughtful look. Even as he did, his hand tapped his throat and lips, the same sort of whispery words as he’d uttered before issuing forth.
“For us to stay with you, you want?” the question was sent Erellia’s way, spoken somewhat more firmly than usual to carry well over the din from the town and the forces just beyond, “And to assist, or not to assist?” Continue reading
Had the opportunity to run around in Tamriel this weekend. A beta test for The Elder Scrolls Online.
Let me start by saying that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my offline adventures in Skyrim. So I went into this MMO with eyes wide open and hopes elevated that I might find a new niche to plumb for a time.
This evolution was comparable to its origins, though I felt that many of the Skyrim nuances were lost in the scope. I’m not going to touch on the horrific logistical concerns the game faces with only a month until launch. (There are many. It was not pretty.)
The stories were adequate. The voice acting entertaining, though I found myself reading the text and moving on long before the vocal efforts finished. Certainly beta pressure was a factor, but overall the dialogue was a bit bloated and overlong. Advancement was grindier and the environment more linear than my tastes allow. Beautiful setting with mediocre animations.
I could go on and on and on, but I think brevity serves better here.
ESO is simply OK. Logistical hot mess. Adequate game play. Uninspired adventures. Three months of play not worth the $90 investment. I’m sure fans of the setting will love every inch of Tamriel, but there just isn’t enough of a draw for me. I’m going to hunt for my niche elsewhere.