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What might have been interesting about such an ending is the potential ramifications, those reapers who are not in the Sol system are forced to withdraw from council space by the suicidal actions of the vermin, and re-assess their strategy. Cue areas of the milky way becoming forbidden space, mass relays closed down and a galactic cold war springing to life. Indoctrinated agents sowing seeds of chaos within council space, an intensive militarisation of the organic species and a search for alternate sources of technology. Organics are desperately seeking a means of survival while the machine gods, viewing time through the lense of immortality are content to plot and intrigue over centuries.

Would have made saving the human colonies in Mass Effect 2 a far more important achievement too, the future of mankind is amongst the stars and whatnot.

Imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever, and stitched into its lining will be the brand name "freedom." I'm more convinced every day that left or right the radicals want to make the future of Warhammer 40k become a reality, hail to the cynical moderate.

Might be worth replacing the ms32.dll file anyway, I copied the file from the first kotor and dropped it in the main directory of kotor 2 as I remember, and the game started working after that. Hope this helps.

Are you running Vista? There's a few hints on how to get the game running in the top stickied thread of this forum. http://forums.obsidian.net/topic/41038-kotor2-technical-faq-statistics-mod-info/

Bloody hell, it's Lexx the game.

Is Cyberpunk the one where you have a humanity statistic that degenerates as you acquire cybernetic augmentations? If so I wonder how they'll deal with that, seems quite punishing for the average completionist minded rpg fellow. How would you represent such a loss of humanity? Poor social skills, lack of empathy, getting a job at EA.

Well not that my opinion is worth tuppence ha'penny, but the binary nature of the adherents of the force and the fact that Kreia is seeking to end that very struggle by slaying the impetus, would suggest to me that she's neither jedi or sith. Though her philosophy has certainly been informed by seeing and experiencing both sides of the force in action, Kreia is Kreia i'd say.

All this talk of cloud gaming always makes me think of that Kate Bush song Cloudbursting that had Donald Sutherland in the video.

The above link TrueNeutral provided does seem rather frivolous, however i've often wondered whether multiplayer providers would have a duty of care to their customers, say upon the hacking of ones account (especially if the autenticator software has been taken advantage of). Seems to be a far more logical approach to challenging one of these behemoths judicially, however one suspects that the likes of Activision could tie up such a motion in numerous counter claims and appeals until hell freezes over. I suppose one could argue that the sale of goods act has been breached with the various challenges to accessing single player content, but that seems a little too nebulous, the fault may lie with internet providers or the pc. Be interesting to see what develops when this real money auction house rears its head. On a side note is there any mention of the Unseen in Diablo III? Currently creeping through the halls of the blind in Diablo I, and the core concept seems very effective; if poorly executed. Wondered if they'd brought them back for the third.

Opted to dig out the original Diablo, due to the tremulousness of me internet connection not likely being conducive to the third iteration. By crikey sirs, this is one damnedly atmospheric beastie. Down in the catacombs, and I swear i'm occassionally hearing a sprog crying, rather disturbing. Quite a good looking game as well, i'm thoroughly enjoying myself.

I've never particularly minded being punished for timewasting so long as i'm made volubly aware that my punctuality will be an issue, I thought the latest Deus Ex handled this well with the first quest. It gave me a choice and a consequence, which i'm always in favour of. I know i'll not be the only player who replayed Fallout because of my own meandering progress dooming the hub and other locales, that might have been rubbed in a little more in the ending slides however. Flagellate the player with guilt a little more.

It all began with the singing, the harmonious and mellifluous crooning of the native sons of Cymru, it dug itself into my brain and would not let go. That such aural beauty could exist seemed to mock my own crude and ill formed attempts at song, I fell silent as a youth and grew bitter and strange, divorced from my kith and kin. They had neither the ears to hear or the eyes to see what a farce our crude lives were, I despised and pitied them. A madness took me and I slaughtered my kin and feasted on their flesh, their souls would live on in me so that they might hear at last what heaven sounds like. I now stand shaved, free of the farmers marks on my fleece, pretending to be human and as yet no one has caught me. Jones the psychopathic sheep.

Just finished my second playthrough, and i've got to say they've improved things rather dramatically since it first came out. Also quite impressed with the endgame state I reached on my Mr Iorveth's playthrough, the amount of differences (minor and major) as compared to my previous playthrough are very defined. Also got to say it's damnably refreshing to not be railroaded into a bossfight come the denouement. The UI's still crud compared to the first games however, still these things are sent to try us.

Egil Skallagrimsson was a famous poet according to his saga, he'd oft make use of kenning poetry. That is elaborate metaphor that challenged the listeners knowledge of saga and history, that would seem nonsensical to the casual listener. For instance the sea could be the whale road, a sword might be called a woundweaver and a warrior might be Tyr's first son so we have something like: Across the whale road Tyr's first son ventured, the oaken Fafnir steady under his feet. At Stamford bridge his woundweaver rose one last time, and of saxon heartwine it drank deep. A warrior went across the sea on a dragon ship, and shed saxon blood at stamford bridge. Really rather wonderful form of description if you ask me, Egil was a violent man who killed his first opponent at the age of eight supposedly and yet he was also a fine poet and a runemaster. Contradictory fellow.

Always had a slight hankering for the viking era, when men were berserk and monasteries were nervous. Seems to be an age of strange contradictions, the northmen were undoubtedly vicious foemen but they had equal rights for women, divorce, freedom of religion and a flourishing interest in poetry and verse despite being virtually illiterate. In many ways they seem to have had more freedom than the majority of christendom, and yet they took thralls and had great markets for the slave trade such as the old settlement at Hedeby. Strange beggars.

To be fair those corpses are probably more lively in the sack than me ex wife.

I sometimes wonder whether there is a place for surreal romaticism in fantasy games. Luxurious and sumptuous epics that wallow in idle contemplation and dream like monotony, before soaring into the heady thrill of action and rushing sensation. Beautiful and illogical mindscapes that defy all physics and twist Escher like through limitless skies, an impressionistic foray into beauty unbound by reality. Yes album covers brought into being, Michael Moor****s prose given interactivity and progressive rock given a graphical medium. Something truly fantastic and otherworldly in our fantasy, startling and at times disturbing imagery that hints of metaphor and philosophy while maintaining itself as a viable experience with its atmosphere and gameplay.

One would assume they'd take advantage of their in house engine, whatever gripes people may have had with the latest Dungeon Siege iteration, the engine performed admirably. As for rule systems, personally i'd prefer a classless mechanism somewhat like unto Fallout but with a much more restrictive level cap. Something that necessitates the creation of either a jack of all trades or a master of a select few.

I was always surprised by how willing I was to do the radiant youths bidding, usually i'm somewhat of an obstroperous fellow when it comes to otherwordly authority figures. But the only time I questioned the youths judgement was with the Gent against Wulf, I believed the old legionnaire deserved a little forgiveness just like Jayne. It seemed I was dabbling too much in the sewers of political maneuvering there. Hard choice, which is probably the highest praise available.

I'm in hearty agreement Sir Worst. We've seen in Arcanum what wonders Mr Cain can craft when his imagination is given free reign, an original creative collaboration between himself and Messr's Sawyer and Avellone has the possibility to shame Sheherazade in terms of its enrapturement. I am frugally putting to one side my coppers to support such a project.

May Eostre bring you all new dawnings and the joy of youth, Ferthu Hal.

Chaps at Sigint are going to be trawling through a veritable bounty of pornography, should this come to pass.

Come noble developers, let your dreams be given form and we shall gift them with wings that they might fly free and bear us all to the realms of infinite adventure.

Having a few sherbet's with my old mucker Boris last night, and the ire with which he vented his spleen on the game was quite something, it only ended when I eventually went cross eyed and shouted at him that I didn't care. For the sake of my poor old shell likes, I too am hoping that they'll attend to the endings in some manner. Maybe a musical number and some racy burlesque with Miranda, Ashley and the squid heads, all ****, teeth and tiara's.