Your thoughts sound like mine when I first started playing that game. LOL. Have fun!I’m enjoying it a lot so far! I just hope I can complete it without it crashing my computer anymore than it already has.
For all its flaws, I enjoyed that game, too. I really appreciated that it was very morally ambiguous. Sometimes it was really hard for me to decide what was the “right” thing to do, and even when it felt right, something equally as not good could happen as a consequence. On my first playthrough, I tried to play the game with Geralt straddling the line of human and non-human and remaining neutral since he’s part of neither world. Even playing it that way, some of the choices made me save the game to think about them for a little while and come back to it.
The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt revealed – an open world RPG
Thanks to CD Projekt RED’s new REDengine 3 technology, The Witcher 3 will be a massive open-world RPG that’s 30 times bigger than the previous game – a world size claimed to be bigger than Skyrim. Filling that world will be the detective work and deadly combat of “monster hunting” and the series’ now standard twisting stories of intrigue and politics.
Thanks to CD Projekt RED’s new REDengine 3 technology, The Witcher 3 will be a massive open-world RPG that’s 30 times bigger than the previous game – a world size claimed to be bigger than Skyrim. Filling that world will be the detective work and deadly combat of “monster hunting” and the series’ now standard twisting stories of intrigue and politics.
(Source: latantha, via gameraddictions)
nightxade said: I had so many ME feels I had to start a whole new blog. And I still have to finish my rewrite. No. No that’s not how we are going to start 2013. Also, Geralt haz a sadz that he’s not your GOTY.
No, it’s okay Geralt. I still didn’t choose Mass Effect 3 over you… I even write fanfiction about me and Geralt because Geralt saw me through Mass Effect:
Geralt and I met in May, maybe April.
My feelings were in an abysmal state of pain, sadness, and anger as I desperately tried to find something to null the grief that Mass Effect 3 had left in my heart. It hurts to be betrayed by someone you love so much, someone you’ve devoted so much if your life to. To know that despite giving this someone everything you have to give, they could rip your very soul from your body and cruelly say, “Red, Blue, or Green?” I crumbled.
It wasn’t love at first sight with Geralt. It wasn’t meant to be. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with Mass Effect, one that made my feelings range from gross loathing to blind devotion. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to another yet, and Geralt was so strange, not really like anyone I’d met before. People seemed to like him well enough. “But don’t get too attached. Don’t take him too seriously,” they said. “He doesn’t know how to commit.”
Y-you wrote fanfiction about Geralt and you?
Is there more?
Is there smut?
Our first meeting was in a dark corner of Café Kitchen Table, a homely place. Secluded, quiet, not many patrons. The perfect place to hide from prying eyes, the perfect place to hide from Mass Effect. I had a bottle water while he drank from a flask pulled from his coat. He didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I’d been too afraid, toeing the junction of “don’t do this” and “do this,” unsure if that was where I needed to be at the moment.
Geralt didn’t understand personal space, or he just didn’t give a damn about it, I’d decided. He’d been sitting far too close, and the last time I’d let anyone that close I’d ended up with being given color choices about the most important decision I’d ever have to make. Geralt didn’t show much emotion, didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to say. I could only get a half-interested “mhm” from him from time to time to time. I didn’t think I liked him. I didn’t think I wanted him, but somehow I knew I needed him.
But Xade, we haven’t taken out clothes off yet and I get this gif already.
Tis the GIF of mighty anticipation. Because I know that you, unlike Marvel, DC and Bioware, won’t let me down right at the climax. How can I not get pre-excited for that?
No pressure.
“… won’t let me down right at the climax…”
Oh…
*starts working on revision*
Wait a minute. This is going to the smut right? Are you saying there’s no smut?
I think she thought she was going to get away with just teasing us. But that won’t happen now. And just as a reminder… we are talking about Geralt here.
‘Course not. I’d never omit the sex from a Witcher fic…..
….
….
Y’all are distracting me from my… other stuff I am doing…
No, it’s okay Geralt. I still didn’t choose Mass Effect 3 over you… I even write fanfiction about me and Geralt because Geralt saw me through Mass Effect:
Geralt and I met in May, maybe April.
My feelings were in an abysmal state of pain, sadness, and anger as I desperately tried to find something to null the grief that Mass Effect 3 had left in my heart. It hurts to be betrayed by someone you love so much, someone you’ve devoted so much if your life to. To know that despite giving this someone everything you have to give, they could rip your very soul from your body and cruelly say, “Red, Blue, or Green?” I crumbled.
It wasn’t love at first sight with Geralt. It wasn’t meant to be. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with Mass Effect, one that made my feelings range from gross loathing to blind devotion. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to another yet, and Geralt was so strange, not really like anyone I’d met before. People seemed to like him well enough. “But don’t get too attached. Don’t take him too seriously,” they said. “He doesn’t know how to commit.”
Y-you wrote fanfiction about Geralt and you?
Is there more?
Is there smut?
Our first meeting was in a dark corner of Café Kitchen Table, a homely place. Secluded, quiet, not many patrons. The perfect place to hide from prying eyes, the perfect place to hide from Mass Effect. I had a bottle water while he drank from a flask pulled from his coat. He didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I’d been too afraid, toeing the junction of “don’t do this” and “do this,” unsure if that was where I needed to be at the moment.
Geralt didn’t understand personal space, or he just didn’t give a damn about it, I’d decided. He’d been sitting far too close, and the last time I’d let anyone that close I’d ended up with being given color choices about the most important decision I’d ever have to make. Geralt didn’t show much emotion, didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to say. I could only get a half-interested “mhm” from him from time to time to time. I didn’t think I liked him. I didn’t think I wanted him, but somehow I knew I needed him.
But Xade, we haven’t taken out clothes off yet and I get this gif already.
Tis the GIF of mighty anticipation. Because I know that you, unlike Marvel, DC and Bioware, won’t let me down right at the climax. How can I not get pre-excited for that?
No pressure.
“… won’t let me down right at the climax…”
Oh…
*starts working on revision*
No, it’s okay Geralt. I still didn’t choose Mass Effect 3 over you… I even write fanfiction about me and Geralt because Geralt saw me through Mass Effect:
Geralt and I met in May, maybe April.
My feelings were in an abysmal state of pain, sadness, and anger as I desperately tried to find something to null the grief that Mass Effect 3 had left in my heart. It hurts to be betrayed by someone you love so much, someone you’ve devoted so much if your life to. To know that despite giving this someone everything you have to give, they could rip your very soul from your body and cruelly say, “Red, Blue, or Green?” I crumbled.
It wasn’t love at first sight with Geralt. It wasn’t meant to be. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with Mass Effect, one that made my feelings range from gross loathing to blind devotion. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to another yet, and Geralt was so strange, not really like anyone I’d met before. People seemed to like him well enough. “But don’t get too attached. Don’t take him too seriously,” they said. “He doesn’t know how to commit.”
Y-you wrote fanfiction about Geralt and you?
Is there more?
Is there smut?
Our first meeting was in a dark corner of Café Kitchen Table, a homely place. Secluded, quiet, not many patrons. The perfect place to hide from prying eyes, the perfect place to hide from Mass Effect. I had a bottle water while he drank from a flask pulled from his coat. He didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I’d been too afraid, toeing the junction of “don’t do this” and “do this,” unsure if that was where I needed to be at the moment.
Geralt didn’t understand personal space, or he just didn’t give a damn about it, I’d decided. He’d been sitting far too close, and the last time I’d let anyone that close I’d ended up with being given color choices about the most important decision I’d ever have to make. Geralt didn’t show much emotion, didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to say. I could only get a half-interested “mhm” from him from time to time to time. I didn’t think I liked him. I didn’t think I wanted him, but somehow I knew I needed him.
But Xade, we haven’t taken out clothes off yet and I get this gif already.
No, it’s okay Geralt. I still didn’t choose Mass Effect 3 over you… I even write fanfiction about me and Geralt because Geralt saw me through Mass Effect:
Geralt and I met in May, maybe April.
My feelings were in an abysmal state of pain, sadness, and anger as I desperately tried to find something to null the grief that Mass Effect 3 had left in my heart. It hurts to be betrayed by someone you love so much, someone you’ve devoted so much if your life to. To know that despite giving this someone everything you have to give, they could rip your very soul from your body and cruelly say, “Red, Blue, or Green?” I crumbled.
It wasn’t love at first sight with Geralt. It wasn’t meant to be. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with Mass Effect, one that made my feelings range from gross loathing to blind devotion. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to another yet, and Geralt was so strange, not really like anyone I’d met before. People seemed to like him well enough. “But don’t get too attached. Don’t take him too seriously,” they said. “He doesn’t know how to commit.”
Y-you wrote fanfiction about Geralt and you?
Is there more?
Is there smut?
Our first meeting was in a dark corner of Café Kitchen Table, a homely place. Secluded, quiet, not many patrons. The perfect place to hide from prying eyes, the perfect place to hide from Mass Effect. I had a bottle water while he drank from a flask pulled from his coat. He didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I’d been too afraid, toeing the junction of “don’t do this” and “do this,” unsure if that was where I needed to be at the moment.
Geralt didn’t understand personal space, or he just didn’t give a damn about it, I’d decided. He’d been sitting far too close, and the last time I’d let anyone that close I’d ended up with being given color choices about the most important decision I’d ever have to make. Geralt didn’t show much emotion, didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to say. I could only get a half-interested “mhm” from him from time to time to time. I didn’t think I liked him. I didn’t think I wanted him, but somehow I knew I needed him.
The clothes aren’t coming off fast enough… WTH, DT. I expect better than this from you.
Wait, no, you can’t write PwP without some tension and angst and pain and broken feeligngsfdhjksf!! Usually my broken feelings.
Magpatuloy. Jìxù. Proceed.
Are you talking dirty to me?
I might have to write fanfic about us.
No, it’s okay Geralt. I still didn’t choose Mass Effect 3 over you… I even write fanfiction about me and Geralt because Geralt saw me through Mass Effect:
Geralt and I met in May, maybe April.
My feelings were in an abysmal state of pain, sadness, and anger as I desperately tried to find something to null the grief that Mass Effect 3 had left in my heart. It hurts to be betrayed by someone you love so much, someone you’ve devoted so much if your life to. To know that despite giving this someone everything you have to give, they could rip your very soul from your body and cruelly say, “Red, Blue, or Green?” I crumbled.
It wasn’t love at first sight with Geralt. It wasn’t meant to be. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with Mass Effect, one that made my feelings range from gross loathing to blind devotion. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to another yet, and Geralt was so strange, not really like anyone I’d met before. People seemed to like him well enough. “But don’t get too attached. Don’t take him too seriously,” they said. “He doesn’t know how to commit.”
Y-you wrote fanfiction about Geralt and you?
Is there more?
Is there smut?
Our first meeting was in a dark corner of Café Kitchen Table, a homely place. Secluded, quiet, not many patrons. The perfect place to hide from prying eyes, the perfect place to hide from Mass Effect. I had a bottle water while he drank from a flask pulled from his coat. He didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask. I’d been too afraid, toeing the junction of “don’t do this” and “do this,” unsure if that was where I needed to be at the moment.
Geralt didn’t understand personal space, or he just didn’t give a damn about it, I’d decided. He’d been sitting far too close, and the last time I’d let anyone that close I’d ended up with being given color choices about the most important decision I’d ever have to make. Geralt didn’t show much emotion, didn’t seem too interested in anything I had to say. I could only get a half-interested “mhm” from him from time to time to time. I didn’t think I liked him. I didn’t think I wanted him, but somehow I knew I needed him.
