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A proper rant, not one of thos pale imitations that seem to be more and more common here.
Read and learn:
Dark Age of Camelot.
An online-only game involving all manner of pixies, elves and other assorted folk from wizardworld.
Now, ordinarily I would ignore such nonsense and leave it to the pasty geeks that inhabit this female-less world of many sided dice and an unhealthy obsession with hairy-toed midgets desperate to "destroy a ring" (Subtext anyone? Jung?)
But I was persuaded by my boys that it was actually good, a cool game where loads of you could meet online and smash stuff up being a "berserker" (K Smith fans understand the appeal of that).
So I buy this game today from SR and get home to begin my exploration into the murky world of RPG games.
Except I discover that it requires a 15mb patch to even register the game.
And it's via auto-updater, which means I can't get it at work via ASDL and burn it onto CD.
No, I have to sit and wait whilst my 56k modem chugs through 15mb.
You can imagine the length of time that's going to take.
Except the server isn't working.
So not only can I not register and play this game, but I can't even log on to get help at the site, because you need to be a registered member.
And that's why I hate RPG games.
I tried to be part of it, I really did.
But it blows donkeys
Auto-updaters.
Why?
What is the point of that? To force you to download the new patch without giving you the option.
To prevent you playing until you've sat there for hours watching your modem trying to download mgs of info.
Rubbish.
But even if I could, what's the point?
Why be some bloody hobgoblin and level up so I can fight virgin woodpixies?
And I know that everyone else playing is one of *those* people.
You know the ones:
Those slightly over-weight, lank haired pasty nerds you see hunched over those stupid tables in Games Workshops, eating marmite sandwiches from He-Man lunchboxes that their mum's packed for them.
And it was their mums, because they don't have girlfriends.
Because they spend their life rolling 234 sided dice to decide which wizard is best at using the spell of halitosis.
And then they rush home to discuss whatever series of Star Trek is on Sky One that night, and complain because Captain Hymen used a warp-drive laser screwdriver when clearly that wouldn't have worked in the anti-grav field.
Or they download wallpapers of Valkyries standing prone over a tiger, clutching a big sword with eagles flying behind them.
And they put this poster right next to the one of the Ferarri or WWF Ladyboy with oily pants.
Christ I can't understand games involving wood minxes and the freakish loners that collect War Hammer lead figure and paint them, only to take them to Games Workshop the next Saturday and snigger because one of them "touched boob" when he was in the line for the latest Lord of The Rings spin-off collectors cards.
Bah.
THAT is a rant, not some lame whiny ponce about how tough school was.
Infuse real anger and disdain for others.
Lesson over.
Big stupid gay greasy overweight virgin troll-lovers.
Read and learn:
Dark Age of Camelot.
An online-only game involving all manner of pixies, elves and other assorted folk from wizardworld.
Now, ordinarily I would ignore such nonsense and leave it to the pasty geeks that inhabit this female-less world of many sided dice and an unhealthy obsession with hairy-toed midgets desperate to "destroy a ring" (Subtext anyone? Jung?)
But I was persuaded by my boys that it was actually good, a cool game where loads of you could meet online and smash stuff up being a "berserker" (K Smith fans understand the appeal of that).
So I buy this game today from SR and get home to begin my exploration into the murky world of RPG games.
Except I discover that it requires a 15mb patch to even register the game.
And it's via auto-updater, which means I can't get it at work via ASDL and burn it onto CD.
No, I have to sit and wait whilst my 56k modem chugs through 15mb.
You can imagine the length of time that's going to take.
Except the server isn't working.
So not only can I not register and play this game, but I can't even log on to get help at the site, because you need to be a registered member.
And that's why I hate RPG games.
I tried to be part of it, I really did.
But it blows donkeys
Auto-updaters.
Why?
What is the point of that? To force you to download the new patch without giving you the option.
To prevent you playing until you've sat there for hours watching your modem trying to download mgs of info.
Rubbish.
But even if I could, what's the point?
Why be some bloody hobgoblin and level up so I can fight virgin woodpixies?
And I know that everyone else playing is one of *those* people.
You know the ones:
Those slightly over-weight, lank haired pasty nerds you see hunched over those stupid tables in Games Workshops, eating marmite sandwiches from He-Man lunchboxes that their mum's packed for them.
And it was their mums, because they don't have girlfriends.
Because they spend their life rolling 234 sided dice to decide which wizard is best at using the spell of halitosis.
And then they rush home to discuss whatever series of Star Trek is on Sky One that night, and complain because Captain Hymen used a warp-drive laser screwdriver when clearly that wouldn't have worked in the anti-grav field.
Or they download wallpapers of Valkyries standing prone over a tiger, clutching a big sword with eagles flying behind them.
And they put this poster right next to the one of the Ferarri or WWF Ladyboy with oily pants.
Christ I can't understand games involving wood minxes and the freakish loners that collect War Hammer lead figure and paint them, only to take them to Games Workshop the next Saturday and snigger because one of them "touched boob" when he was in the line for the latest Lord of The Rings spin-off collectors cards.
Bah.
THAT is a rant, not some lame whiny ponce about how tough school was.
Infuse real anger and disdain for others.
Lesson over.
Big stupid gay greasy overweight virgin troll-lovers.
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I just gotta say that RPG's absolutely suck and thats my opinion.
It seems that only gay ponses who havent grown up yet only like these kinda games too.
Again, My opinion.
It seems that only gay ponses who havent grown up yet only like these kinda games too.
Again, My opinion.
A proper rant, not one of thos pale imitations that seem to be more and more common here.
Read and learn:
Dark Age of Camelot.
An online-only game involving all manner of pixies, elves and other assorted folk from wizardworld.
Now, ordinarily I would ignore such nonsense and leave it to the pasty geeks that inhabit this female-less world of many sided dice and an unhealthy obsession with hairy-toed midgets desperate to "destroy a ring" (Subtext anyone? Jung?)
But I was persuaded by my boys that it was actually good, a cool game where loads of you could meet online and smash stuff up being a "berserker" (K Smith fans understand the appeal of that).
So I buy this game today from SR and get home to begin my exploration into the murky world of RPG games.
Except I discover that it requires a 15mb patch to even register the game.
And it's via auto-updater, which means I can't get it at work via ASDL and burn it onto CD.
No, I have to sit and wait whilst my 56k modem chugs through 15mb.
You can imagine the length of time that's going to take.
Except the server isn't working.
So not only can I not register and play this game, but I can't even log on to get help at the site, because you need to be a registered member.
And that's why I hate RPG games.
I tried to be part of it, I really did.
But it blows donkeys
Auto-updaters.
Why?
What is the point of that? To force you to download the new patch without giving you the option.
To prevent you playing until you've sat there for hours watching your modem trying to download mgs of info.
Rubbish.
But even if I could, what's the point?
Why be some bloody hobgoblin and level up so I can fight virgin woodpixies?
And I know that everyone else playing is one of *those* people.
You know the ones:
Those slightly over-weight, lank haired pasty nerds you see hunched over those stupid tables in Games Workshops, eating marmite sandwiches from He-Man lunchboxes that their mum's packed for them.
And it was their mums, because they don't have girlfriends.
Because they spend their life rolling 234 sided dice to decide which wizard is best at using the spell of halitosis.
And then they rush home to discuss whatever series of Star Trek is on Sky One that night, and complain because Captain Hymen used a warp-drive laser screwdriver when clearly that wouldn't have worked in the anti-grav field.
Or they download wallpapers of Valkyries standing prone over a tiger, clutching a big sword with eagles flying behind them.
And they put this poster right next to the one of the Ferarri or WWF Ladyboy with oily pants.
Christ I can't understand games involving wood minxes and the freakish loners that collect War Hammer lead figure and paint them, only to take them to Games Workshop the next Saturday and snigger because one of them "touched boob" when he was in the line for the latest Lord of The Rings spin-off collectors cards.
Bah.
THAT is a rant, not some lame whiny ponce about how tough school was.
Infuse real anger and disdain for others.
Lesson over.
Big stupid gay greasy overweight virgin troll-lovers.
Read and learn:
Dark Age of Camelot.
An online-only game involving all manner of pixies, elves and other assorted folk from wizardworld.
Now, ordinarily I would ignore such nonsense and leave it to the pasty geeks that inhabit this female-less world of many sided dice and an unhealthy obsession with hairy-toed midgets desperate to "destroy a ring" (Subtext anyone? Jung?)
But I was persuaded by my boys that it was actually good, a cool game where loads of you could meet online and smash stuff up being a "berserker" (K Smith fans understand the appeal of that).
So I buy this game today from SR and get home to begin my exploration into the murky world of RPG games.
Except I discover that it requires a 15mb patch to even register the game.
And it's via auto-updater, which means I can't get it at work via ASDL and burn it onto CD.
No, I have to sit and wait whilst my 56k modem chugs through 15mb.
You can imagine the length of time that's going to take.
Except the server isn't working.
So not only can I not register and play this game, but I can't even log on to get help at the site, because you need to be a registered member.
And that's why I hate RPG games.
I tried to be part of it, I really did.
But it blows donkeys
Auto-updaters.
Why?
What is the point of that? To force you to download the new patch without giving you the option.
To prevent you playing until you've sat there for hours watching your modem trying to download mgs of info.
Rubbish.
But even if I could, what's the point?
Why be some bloody hobgoblin and level up so I can fight virgin woodpixies?
And I know that everyone else playing is one of *those* people.
You know the ones:
Those slightly over-weight, lank haired pasty nerds you see hunched over those stupid tables in Games Workshops, eating marmite sandwiches from He-Man lunchboxes that their mum's packed for them.
And it was their mums, because they don't have girlfriends.
Because they spend their life rolling 234 sided dice to decide which wizard is best at using the spell of halitosis.
And then they rush home to discuss whatever series of Star Trek is on Sky One that night, and complain because Captain Hymen used a warp-drive laser screwdriver when clearly that wouldn't have worked in the anti-grav field.
Or they download wallpapers of Valkyries standing prone over a tiger, clutching a big sword with eagles flying behind them.
And they put this poster right next to the one of the Ferarri or WWF Ladyboy with oily pants.
Christ I can't understand games involving wood minxes and the freakish loners that collect War Hammer lead figure and paint them, only to take them to Games Workshop the next Saturday and snigger because one of them "touched boob" when he was in the line for the latest Lord of The Rings spin-off collectors cards.
Bah.
THAT is a rant, not some lame whiny ponce about how tough school was.
Infuse real anger and disdain for others.
Lesson over.
Big stupid gay greasy overweight virgin troll-lovers.
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