Safav Hamon
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We need a thread for original memes
Ah I see we've arrived at the inevitable "bitch about millennial female writers" part of this game's lifecycle. Might as well get it over with.
But look, this isn't a thing that's going to go away. In fact it's going to get worse. And it's not really about California. Look at the demographics. Which of the two sexes reads more books today? Which one earns more college degrees, especially in literature and the humanities?
We're not going to return to the era where most of an Obsidian RPG's writers were overeducated dudes who were born in the 1970s and played Planescape: Torment in college. That generation has moved on. You should actually expect majority-female or even all-female RPG writing teams to be the norm in the future.
I'm pretty sure his Kingmaker stuff amounts to "additional writing" besides Nok-Nok.Chris Avellone did the main stuff on PK
FurthermoreMegan Starks is very capable.
Here is a detailed list of everything she’s been responsible for:
http://www.fictivate.com/game-design.html
She’s no Avellone, but judging Starks soley based on Xoti and Kills-in-Shadow would be like judging MCA solely based on Neeshka, or whoever your least favorite NWN2 companions happen to be.
He was younger and so different from how she knew him, all smiles with bright, big eyes and white teeth. His thick brown hair ruffled in the breeze, and lush summer grass whipped against his ankles where he stood higher up on the slope of a hill.
“Now you’ve gotten it in your hair,” he laughed at her, and looking down at herself, she saw that he was right. Grass clippings clung to her bare legs, littered the front of her sundress, and had clumped in the billowing ends of her long, mousy-blond hair. She was a dirty, disheveled child and delighted with herself for having just rolled down a very bumpy hill.
She beamed up at him.
You don't sound like a malfunctioning replicant at least.
What else is there to discuss anyway
it's not even a videogame song. It just happened to be used on a videogame.There willl never be a video game song as iconic as Big Iron, ever again. Trust me on this.
Have people already forgotten this timeless classic?There willl never be a video game song as iconic as Big Iron, ever again. Trust me on this.
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
Only one thought consoled her, and that was the contemplation of Lily's beauty. She studied it with a kind of passion, as though it were some weapon she had slowly fashioned for her vengeance. It was the last asset in their fortunes, the nucleus around which their life was to be rebuilt. She watched it jealously, as though it were her own property and Lily its mere custodian; and she tried to instill into the latter a sense of the responsibility that such a charge involved.
She began to cut the pages of a novel, tranquilly studying her prey through downcast lashes while she organized a method of attack. Something in his attitude of conscious absorption told her that he was aware of her presence: no one had ever been quite so engrossed in an evening paper!
She had not known again till today that lightness, that glow of freedom; but now it was something more than a blind groping of the blood. The peculiar charm of her feeling for Selden was that she understood it; she could put her finger on every link of the chain that was drawing them together.
learn from the superior developers and write your own songs that fit the narrative and world perfectly.The lack of luxuries like licensed music is probably one of the things that will set this game apart from a "true AAA". Although I guess if they go back to the late 19th century that stuff isn't copyrighted anymore.
And one as annoying as Johnny Guitar.There willl never be a video game song as iconic as Big Iron, ever again.
[Update: Megan has since clarified that there are some actions the player can take which will result in a companion leaving.]
The Codex is all about "gender equality". We shit all over bad writers of both sexes equally. Colin McCuck and Gavin Jurgens-Fyhrie aren't welcome around here either.Yay, it's been what, 6 months since Codex nerds/virgins were talking about Obsidian women for the last time. You guys still haven't gotten laid or why else would you obsess over how someone making a damn video game looks like. They are not making porn for you.
I see you are trying to fight cancer with cancer. I can't say it's going to work.I recommend Cormac McCarthy
I see you are trying to fight cancer with cancer. I can't say it's going to work.
rpg codex > we take it personallyThat all said, why are you always so mad? Do you take it personally? Are you are a dumb and fat blue-haired cow too?