Yo. Hasn't been TOO long I suppose. Then again, I don't suppose this post could seem anywhere near late considering my last epic gap between postings. Any who, I've been playing a lot of Fable 2 recently, and I found something in need of sharing. Mostly because I was shocked and appalled and amused and mostly shocked.
That's A Low Blow Right There:
Alright, so as I said, I've been playing a lot of Fable 2 recently. Now, what makes this post worthy, is something that I found slightly shocking, humorous, amusing, and somewhat appalling.
You see, I was running around and adventuring, off saving the world and whatnot, when I decided I wanted to get married and have a kid so that I could have some legacy when the game was over. So I went off and got me a husband, and proceeded to make me a babby. (I had a little boy, I named him Asher)
Then it turns out the very next main quest was a trip off to some crazy prison place for 10 years. Yea. Total FML moment. So off I went to the crazy prison place after saying my goodbyes to my brand new family (there's no break from this hero business).
10 years later I've managed to break out of prison and the first thing I do (after changing out of the weird guard uniform) is go see my family. Of course they're ecstatic that I'm alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And my little boy is all happy that he finally gets to meet his mom. Yayness.
So after our heartfelt and tearful reunion, I wonder off to go back to saving the world. No vacations from that.
And that's when all hell breaks loose. I'm about halfway across the known universe when I get an update from my family. Apparently my dear old husband is horny. Now, being the kind person I am, I make the 2 day jog back home just to accommodate him. Then I arrive at my house, and lo and behold, the bastard doesn't want sex. He wants a divorce. WTF.
A two day JOG across half the country for him, and he want's a divorce. So there I am, standing on my doorstep feeling extremely confused and put out. So what do I do? What any person would do. I beg, grovel, and shower my bastardly husband with gifts.
To no effect. Finally, annoyed and angry at my retarded husband who won't respond to anything I do, I give up and go off to save the world again. Of course, about a day later I receive a note saying that my husband has divorced me and run off to live in some other region. Bastard. So continuing with the slaughtering monsters and my long trek cross country, I receive another note. Apparently since my husband 'died' (yes. that's exactly what it said) my child was taken away by the Fable world equivalent of Child Protective Services. FML.
Now, as traumatizing and weird and retarded as this whole situation was, it has little weight on what happened next.
The next place my poor single arse had to go was some marshland full of killer banshees. Now these little ho-bags couldn't just scream like they do in myths, they wern't even enticing or anything, no. They were evil little things who shout out your worst fears in a haunting voice. So of course my fable banshees went around shouting about my failures as a wife and how my husband wouldn't stay with me for anything. Ouch. Ouch. Seriously, ouch. Such a low blow.
Had that hit anywhere close to reality, that could have stung. Stupid game pointing out inadequacies. As it was, I just killed her with fire and went about my merry little way, while wondering what the consequences of that could be for someone who had experienced any of those feelings in real life.
Quote of the Day:
"You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you."
-Eric Hoffer
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