I giggled with gigglee boyhowdyly as I whimsied down the stairs to my beloved Sclorpus
But my Sclorpus had hyperrealistic boobs and breastfed me hyperealistic blood, the blood of my father which he sclorped up just yesternight.
But my Sclorpus had hyperrealistic boobs and breastfed me hyperealistic blood, the blood of my father which he sclorped up just yesternight.
Then the water stood up and stepped on me and I splatted into a lot of red.
And by it I mean my Evil Knife.
My only true experience with Yoko Taro's works before this was NieR Automata several years back, a game I owe a replay. But for now, let's talk about funny dragon game. This game has a raw, unmatched epic vibe. You can be slaying armies with your weaponry one minute and scorching the battlefield with your dragon the next. It's all undercooked due to most of the shoestring budget being blown on FMVs but eh what can you do? The plot is deceptively simple at first, to where when the story ramps up, you're caught off guard. The characters are all sick freaks but you can never bring yourself to outright reject them. Even when I found out Leonard was a gay pedophile who jerked off to his little brothers, my sympathy towards the death of his brothers and his crippling survivor's guilt changed little, and that realization was profound enough to make me think about how I process fictional characters. I not only struggled my way through Ending A, but struggled even more through Ending B, slightly through Ending C and felt the urge to quit gaming once I did Ending D. And then I went on my Grand weapon romp only to get forced to play a rhythm game, a genre that I cannot handle no matter how well I try to play. I pulled off every dirty trick in the book just to get past it and I am proud to admit that.
After that, I was finished, I had bested Drakengard 1 for the PS2. And my only reward was watching the two characters I spent those hours with get unceremoniously blown out of the skies by the Japanese military. The time I spent hacking and slashing through twenty hundred enemies that'd often ignore my attacks and knock me down anyway, those painful hours of amassing an armory's worth of weapons through trial, error and a guide, the countless deaths expedienced in those janky flight levels for the sake of another ending and all the other blood, sweat and tears I shed getting to this point, all blown away with not even 1% of the effort and skewered for all of Shinjuku to see. And I laughed. I laughed for the first time in those thirty hours. It was funny, but WHY? Was I laughing that I was free from Caim and Angelus? That everything I did was blown out of the sky, therefore accepting the meaningless of it all? Or was it simply a funny ending? I'll never know, I'll never be allowed to know. All I can do is let this game digest and then play Drakengard 3. I already want to crack Zero.
Gaming has been my hobby since I was a child. I can't escape it. I can't stop it. No matter how sick I get of it sometimes, I will always come back, like a weak man who cannot stop bringing his toxic ex back into his life and swearing "we're over it now!" I spent most of Drakengard verbally complaining just to make this and tell you I earnestly enjoyed it. But if I can finish this game 100%, maybe there is some genuine love for the medium, and this game, that compells me to keep going rather than old habits dying hard.
Let Zero sit on my fucking face though or else I'm manifesting another pale entity into this timeline to ensure our descendants all become Replicants.
"Good morning Nigel", my dog says with the neigbor's bloody leg in his maw.
Oh no, big gap in OTHER arm too!!!
That is not a fucking dragon. That is, by proxy of having two legs only, a wyvern. She (idk the name of the red dragon, tell me in replies if it's spoiler free) is NOT. A. FUCKING. DRAGON. Does Yoko Taro know anything about dragons???? Literally unplayable.
But when I tried to get up, I could not, for my seat was actually a thing of Goo.
Maybe it's her edging prowess.
And, of course, that changed my life.
Evilman with big boom stick.