RE6 announcement trailer

• Is it using the same engine as RE5?
• Do the graphics look potentially worse, or is that just me?
• The shaved-head merc guy; is that Alex Wesker? HUNK? Both?
• The bitch Chris refers to… Ada?

Those are my questions regarding the story stuff, but from a gameplay side, I think that trailer tells us quite a lot:

• Two playable characters, Chris and Leon.
• At some point, their paths may cross.
• Co-op confirmed.
• Sliding (Vanquish style?)
• Cover system seems to be confirmed, but who knows if it’s only situational like in RE5
• China confirmed, as per the rumours from some months back

Most important questions though: Can I still bazooka my co-op partner and then laugh as they waddle around screeching NEED HELP… NEEED HELP… NEEEEEEEEEED HELP… and taunting them with I’M COMING, HOLD ON, I’M COMING, HOLD ON ? And is Mercs still in? That mode was insanely addicting in RE5 (I must’ve played it for like 200 hours at least) so it’d better be included, and not DLC.

Now, I would wager that this guy here is in fact Alex Wesker.

There are points both for and against this, I’ll list them all:

His outfit looks vaguely familiar, no? Same colours as Midnight Wesker, more or less. Also wearing gloves, and his sleeves are rolled up etc. Not quite as flamboyant as Wesker is, but uh… well, I think he shares some visual themes with him nonetheless.

His melee attacks are pretty ridiculous for a normal human. This picture right here? His pose is almost identical to Wesker’s wind-up animation for the Wesker-dash. Granted, he doesn’t dash after it, but does some sort of combo attack with crazy jump kicky thing.

Now, there’s also the mention of his blood. If his blood is “immune” to the t-virus or in some other way related to it, that would also strongly suggest (to me at least) that he is one of the Wesker children. Wesker’s also a fan favourite character, so it’d make sense to bring in another Wesker… yeah.

On the other hand. His accent isn’t exactly pseudo-British like Wesker’s could be at times, is it? He also mentions money. Money, money, money, dosh dosh dosh, lodsemone. I don’t think that’s something a Wesker would be worried about as they are all super smart/rich and so forth. That could suggest that he is in fact HUNK. Thing is, although HUNK has been shown to look vaguely like him (shaved head) he doesn’t sound anything like that. And HUNK had very realistic melee attacks from what I remember of him. Neck-snap and so on. He wasn’t jumping about like a lunatic.

Maybe it’s another old character, or maybe a new one.

In any case, I think he looks styling.

Midnight Wesker better be back for Mercs.

Dark Souls on PC

65,000 votes on the petition? Half of them will pirate it. That is all.

Cue elitist PC gamers getting mad.

Fanboys are idiots, no matter what they are fanboying over. Spoiler: PC elitists are fanboys too, and just as bad as PS3/360/Wii fanboys.

NOW WHERE’S YOUR PICKET FENCE, LOVE? AND WHERE’S THAT SHINY CAR?

DID IT EVER GET YOU FAR?

NEVER SEEN YOU FALL SO HARD – DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?

Thus concludes the second of my pointless lyric three-part-break-in-wakamoto-delights titles. So, nothing too exciting in this post – I’ll admit, I’m mostly using it as a way to remind myself of various things. So hah.

Kingdoms of Amalur is looking pretty decent. I think I will pick up the demo, and if that turns out well, I’ll get the full game when it comes out early Feb. I still haven’t bought Skyrim, hilariously. The combat in Elder Scrolls games is just so mind-boggingly bad that it puts me off playing. You can disagree with me, but you would be wrong. Bethesda can’t even into ladders, how can they hope to make decent combat? Sheesh.

Also, my plan of gaining 50lbs (gradually increasing the amount/duration by a little bit a week):

• 40 push-ups in the morning and evening – 80 a day.
• 100 crunches in the morning and evening – 200 a day.
• 40 squats in the morning and evening – 80 a day.
• 10 minutes of chest-expander thing, morning and evening.
• 5 minutes on exercise bike… thing, morning and evening.
• Nom loads of rice/pasta/fish + extra portions + adding slices of brown bread to meals.

I know that’s not really the best plan and I should probably be something some spastic alternation of pull/push and resistance/cardio and all that stuff, but right now, I’m content to be doing this, and we’ll see how it works out. Obviously, I would assume the main thing for putting on weight is just that I need to eat a crap load more calories (around 2100 a day) but that is… quite frankly, the hardest part. Spreading out six smallish meals throughout the day is a pain in the ass. So I’ll just take it in small steps and eat bigger portions and so forth.

Realistically speaking, I’m not hoping nor wanting to become some disgusting body-builder looking thing, but since I stopped doing martial arts, I need to find some way to keep my body in relatively good shape. I’m not the sort of person who assumes they are in good shape simply because they aren’t fat, either. Ideally, I could take up swimming and some weight training too, but I am determined not to swim in public places. Weight training though? Hell, I can find a way to do that without going to the gym. The only thing that I can’t really do at home, so to speak, is pull-ups. For some reason there is nothing and nowhere in my house that would work for that – I might have to drill a bar into an external wall somewhere and start hurling myself onto that.

Yeah.

In any case, I am determined not to become some obsessive health freak. Ideally, I could reach 175lbs and have all that gain be muscle, but I’ll be happy if I put on 10lbs, let alone 50lbs. Spoilers: 175lbs would require me to put on rather more than 50lbs.

Oh right, there’s an Eureka Seven anime sequel anddddd I find myself indifferent. Odd.

AND YOU’RE STILL PROBABLY WORKIN’, AT A 9-5 PACE

I WONDER HOW BAD THAT TASTES?

Warning! IRL nonsensical rant begins.

You know we, as a society, have some problems when people can’t even accept genuine concern, and warp it into something grossly overblown.

Is it my fault that, when I see somebody running towards the edge of a cliff, I feel compelled to shout “stop!” No, it’s not. It’s also not my fault that the person will laugh off my concerns and go headrocketing into a messy death several hundred feet below. Why does it infuriate me so much? Why do people refuse to accept sound advice and genuine help?

Instead, they accuse me of being jealous. Of what? Of what? What a knee-jerk reaction that is, to just lash out when somebody touches on something you know full well is… wrong. Jealous? You could not be more wrong. You could try – but you would not be successful (MY SANDWICH???). Why should I be jealous of something I already have? No, it’s not even that. It’s a wheelbarrow of dicks up my ass, that I feel like this. I have this strange compulsion to help people when they are being idiots/wrong. Oh sure, you might think that’s being overly intrusive – as I mentioned above; if somebody is running full-pelt towards a cliff, you should stop them… or at least warn them.

I try, and what do I get for it? Nothing? Nothing would be fine. No, I get scorn and suspicion, as if it’s just some sort of xtreme plot I’m pulling off to turn people against each other. Idiots. I don’t care about Eastenders style shenanigans. I just don’t want to see people go through THE SAME THING THAT I’VE SEEN SO MANY OTHER FUCKING PEOPLE GO THROUGH. Hey, what do I know? Nothing, if you’d ask them. Now, I’m going to quote verbatim without recourse, the smelly photocopier lady: “The quality of advice one gives can only be judged against the quality of life they have actually led.” In other words: LISTEN TO ME YOU COMPLETELY CLUELESS TWITS.

Or don’t. It’s no skin off my back if you want to make yourselves miserable, just so you have something to dwell on what you laughingly call a life. It should not bother me, but it does – hence, I rant. It makes no bloody sense; why would you latch onto somebody simply because they reciprocate the attention you give to them? That isn’t the basis of a friendship, a relationship, or anything more than some sort of weird ass symbiotic-parasite-host connection. It’s stupid. You’re stupid. You are eating shit and claiming it delicious, just to spite me because I told you not to, pretty much. Meanwhile, I’m doing fine and you wonder why that is… and you don’t take my advice when I try to give it? That makes absolutely no sense.

People.

Why do I bother trying?

Answer: Because I’m a nice person. I’m too nice for my own good; I feel for complete strangers, and I find myself worrying about them simply because I am a FUCKING NICE, COMPASSIONATE GUY. I’m the leader of the pack, the alpha, the plant that rockets up to absorb all the sunlight. It’s programmed into me to look after others and take charge.

It’s a shame. When the plant wars begin, so few of you will survive :(

…and the bakers…

Anyway,

So I played that Katawa Shoujo game the other day. I knew more or less nothing about it when I downloaded it other than 4chan had a hand in its development, and it was about a school for disabled students. I was actually pleasantly surprised that it had some taste to it, for a game that — should you believe certain image boards — is about fucking crippled girls. I’m not going to review it, or… well, even really comment on it, to be honest. It was an enjoyable way to spend 7-8 hours and it genuinely made me laugh on quite a few occasions.

I got Hanako. She’s the only one of the girls without a “physical” disability, you could say – being burned doesn’t stop her doing anything; her backstory is that Thes burned down her house whilst attempting to bake the Grand Cake. 

For a free game, the production values were… rather impressive, to me. Aye, some of the art was bizarre, and it wasn’t all… uh… the word completely escapes me, sadly. Not all the art matched. The styles were not entirely… what is that fucking word? Whatever. I doubt I’ll play the game to 100% completion. For those of you who don’t know, the game has Act 1 and the choices you make during this Act lock you in with one of the five(?) girls, giving you effectively a few different paths to go down. As mentioned above, I got the Hanako route. I can’t say I was really trying, but whatever. Lily and Hanako seemed the most pleasant to me, because Shizune was kinda… bizarre. Emi reminded me of someone I knew and Rin was lolsorandum (probably hiding some DEEP depression) and to be honest, I think one path is enough for me, I won’t bother trying the others.

Check it out, if you want. The game is 400mb and free. Can you call it a game? Maybe not, but I’m going to call it a game, anyway. There are sex scenes in it, but I would laugh at you very hard if you were downloading it to masturbate to it.

You vile, disgusting creature.

I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING, WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE

AND IT NEVER FEELS OUT OF PLACE.

Happy New Years, my beautiful plants.

You may notice some changes coming to this blog in 2012 (who am I kidding, you won’t notice, you’re BLIND YOU’RE BLIND YOU’RE AN ASS STAIN) mostly coming from the fact that I have finally obtained full control of ~that~ and what is that, you ask? I don’t know. Eat shit, then eat more shit!

For you, it means nothing. All you need know is that your life — useless, insignificant thing that it is — shall remain enlightened by the glory that is… well, me. This blog was started by a seventeen year old, and now it’s being run by a twenty one year old. Perhaps not the biggest change that’s ever happened in the history of your spinal column as I play it like a guitar, but enough time for important things to happen.

Perhaps you are thinking that this post makes even less sense than usual. To that, I would respond, yes. Yes it does.

Take several steps back, take a few deep breaths. Think to yourselfffff. Consider the following; if Kaonazhie writes this blog, if Lant writes it, if Dio writes it. Hell, even if BIG MIKE writes it. Would you notice the difference? No. Because this isn’t a personal blog about playing the tambourine on mars. It’s evolved into a collection of pain and misery that shall one day collapse in on itself and form a worm hole that will suck the earth into a realm that makes even less sense than this post does.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: happy new year, and I hope you have a great 2012.

Even you, Frahlo. Yes – I’m in a good mood.

Right now, The Paladin’s Biography is being re-written and updated, so keep an eye on that. The Last Nightwalker will follow, and then… well, all good things come in three. You can expect a third book . Yeah, I know you can’t wait.  I know your pants just turned into a giraffe and began to frolic around Sweden at the thought of a third book to spend your pathetic excuse of a life reading.

Warriors Orochi 3 soon.

It’s time.