Empire²
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As some of the long-time people may have noticed, I haven't been around for a while. Real life is demanding, as it turns out.
In my absence, I've played a number of other games. I completed Dragon Age: Inquisition and Shadowrun Returns, sunk my teeth into Pillars of Eternity and Wasteland 2 and (for some reason) decided to further mod Skyrim and play that some more (Current playtime 382 hours). Having played so many RPGs, albeit with varying gameplay and design philosophies, I never thought I'd get my arse handed to me as quickly as I did when I decided to play Exanima again.
Stumbling around the narrow corridors with nothing but a torch to light my way, I proceeded with caution to avoid conflict with any enemies, going so far as to start moving in the opposite direction whenever I encountered one. Cursing as I go, I'm scavenging what feels like a thousand rooms that hold almost nothing of value save for a few books, that don't seem to hold any information that could help me along my way. Getting frustrated, I start throwing around items to see if there's some valuable items buried under a stack of wooden stools and planks. Instead, I accidentally open a trunk that was sitting inconspicuously against a wall. It held some armor. And when I say armor, I mean "clothes that won't stop a butter knife but are somehow superior to what I'm wearing". Less afraid of the seemingly indifferent inhabitants of the dark dungeon halls, I stride about in my newfound attire until I stumble upon another trunk. This time, it's a glaive. Before, I had been carrying a plank with a nail in it and an iron bar, but now I was bringing the big guns.
At this point, I had determined that one of the enemies probably held the key to my progress. Carefully choosing a well-lit area for my battle, I took out my glaive to see if this was indeed the case. Swinging (and missing) wildly as I did, it may have taken my undead adversary about 5 or 6 hits until I promptly slumped onto the cold, stone floor, digging my head into my palms at my hopeless failure.
I've missed this.
In my absence, I've played a number of other games. I completed Dragon Age: Inquisition and Shadowrun Returns, sunk my teeth into Pillars of Eternity and Wasteland 2 and (for some reason) decided to further mod Skyrim and play that some more (Current playtime 382 hours). Having played so many RPGs, albeit with varying gameplay and design philosophies, I never thought I'd get my arse handed to me as quickly as I did when I decided to play Exanima again.
Stumbling around the narrow corridors with nothing but a torch to light my way, I proceeded with caution to avoid conflict with any enemies, going so far as to start moving in the opposite direction whenever I encountered one. Cursing as I go, I'm scavenging what feels like a thousand rooms that hold almost nothing of value save for a few books, that don't seem to hold any information that could help me along my way. Getting frustrated, I start throwing around items to see if there's some valuable items buried under a stack of wooden stools and planks. Instead, I accidentally open a trunk that was sitting inconspicuously against a wall. It held some armor. And when I say armor, I mean "clothes that won't stop a butter knife but are somehow superior to what I'm wearing". Less afraid of the seemingly indifferent inhabitants of the dark dungeon halls, I stride about in my newfound attire until I stumble upon another trunk. This time, it's a glaive. Before, I had been carrying a plank with a nail in it and an iron bar, but now I was bringing the big guns.
At this point, I had determined that one of the enemies probably held the key to my progress. Carefully choosing a well-lit area for my battle, I took out my glaive to see if this was indeed the case. Swinging (and missing) wildly as I did, it may have taken my undead adversary about 5 or 6 hits until I promptly slumped onto the cold, stone floor, digging my head into my palms at my hopeless failure.
I've missed this.
