Potzato: ... I met this gut once, Mayor Killian Darkwater, who had issues with some kind of casino ringleader, in that rusty watering hole of a town. Gizmo was the name, I could have use spy warfare, stealth, and electronnic devices, but I fixed criminal activities in the area with a cattle prod.
(/tribute to the McGiverish voice of Mayor Darkwater)
Ah, a painful reminder that the Fallout series are no longer on GOG. I wonder if that can be fixed with a cattle prod, too. I heard the responsible ringleaders can be found in a rusty watering hole of a town called Bethesda.
eligamer: One day I was playing around on the internet and came across an abandonware site. On it there was a game called Global Thermonuclear War. There wasn't much information on it so I figured I'd download and play it.
Long story short, the General said "he'd piss on a spark plug if it would do any good." I figured, "Why not?"
I peed and everything worked as normal.
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Sounds like a most worthy idea for
How It Should Have Ended, they specialize in that sorta thing!
genkicolleen: Thanks for the fantastic review~! Now I know that Tunguska is the best of the bunch, and have bumped it up on my wishlist. I'm not, however, going to be in since I have so many games I want to play RIGHT NOW, and I know this one would be put on the back burner for a while ;)
I'll be back when I can think of a good addition to the topic. Finding alternate solutions is an everyday thing for me; it's just how my mind works -- something I highly value in myself. ^__^
You're welcome! I have a feeling you would quite like this game and that you would sooner or later chance upon it. There aren't too many good adventure games from the mid 2000s but this is definitely one that's very much worth playing. If you change your mind, you can still participate. I'm not the fastest person with finishing the games I got gifted so I wouldn't expect my giftees to pull all-nighters and devour the games I gift them immediately, either :)
Wolfehunter: When I was much younger than now, in another life time. I my brother and my 3 cousins went into the forest for adventures. During out sightseeing we found a huge bee nest high up in the trees.. So we took out our pocket knives and started building long poky thingi. We uses long young tree and strapped them together using soft bark. This flimsy poky thing was to heavy for one boy. So we all had to use our strengths to lift it up and reach the nest.. We poked it.. It fell.. Bees were not too happy with our device.. We ran for our lives... it really sucked to be the slowest in our group.. :P
End of that adventure...
Hm, MacGyver is a good guy and only destroys stuff that belong to the bad guys, I feel bad for the poor bees. Then again, didn't we all do such things as kids at some point before we knew better, I can't really scold you for that. I used to throw snails at the neighbor's roof, something I feel ashamed of now. Back then, I was really into gardening and our garden was completely overrun with large snails that kept eating our plants and the miniature wild strawberries that we loved to pick and eat. Eating snails wasn't popular in my village, otherwise I could have made some cash by selling them to a restaurant. Regardless of the damage the snails did, they didn't deserve such a cruel fate and certainly not getting thrown and crushed on a rooftop where they either died slowly or got eaten by birds. This is worse than what the Romans did at the Tarpeian Rock, it's more similar to the medieval practice of being broken on the wheel and left outside as food for the crows.
I only did that horrible thing a few times and later switched to collecting the snails in a bucket and releasing them in a nearby forest. I also became an active member of the World Wildlife Fund and helped raising money for projects. It won't undo my terrible deed of aggravated snail murder though. I just hope my former neighbors aren't reading this.
ddickinson: Hey now, I made her one with fake fur, not real fur. But she got ever so mad when she found out it was fake. She started shouting about wanting real bunny ears, and how she demanded only the best. Then she mumbled something about the Easter Bunny and grabbed her axe and went skipping along while singing the Barbie Girl song. :-)
The Easter Bunny isn't real. Did I already tell the story about how my brother and I marked the carrots our parents made us place in front of the house as "sacrifice" for the Easter Bunny? And how we later found said carrots back in our fridge and used that as forensic evidence to convince ourselves and our little sister that the Easter Bunny was a myth and it was our parents who were behind all this. My little sister cried, and I never apologized for this even to this day. She's some kind of a lawyer now so I better not bring up this old story or else I'll get sued, for symbolically killing the Easter Bunny (conspiracy to murder and premeditated murder or something)