Friday, March 21, 2014

I am stuck on this game!

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Yeah, I know.  Like a vampire before mustard seed, stuck counting the damnable minutia, I am stuck on this game.  I am getting better at this one area, but not good enough to pass.  It is tearing up my sleep, causing some grump, and almost getting me to twitch.  I did a bit of research.  There are hard games out there.  There aren't many that are more difficult.  There probably aren't many equals.  *twitch*  Yeah, but...  I gotta do it.  That's all.  Everything else is sort of on hold until I get through.  There is little I can do about it.


Now, this is one single fight.  Three hits by the guy at the start will kill you.  Two or three hits by the axe-welders (minotaurs) will kill you, except an overhead axe swing, which is nearly death.  What looks like ice popping out of the ground is an instant kill.  And those bolts he shoots will stun you, allowing the minotaurs to attack freely.  Further, I have beaten four sets of the minotaurs, as seen in the video, but that doesn't give me enough to shoot the magic arrows enough to knock Theseus (the main opponent) down so that I can grab him, as this guy does.  Yeah, stuck.  Ten minutes of dodging, attacking, rolling, and maneuvering and...  Yeah.

Oh, I noticed an article that suggests violent video games makes players racist, misogynist, and some other ists.  I had to laugh.  What the games do, actually, is make the player less interested in just taking what someone else is wanting to force on them.  It crafts the notion the the person is inviolate, and gives them a notion that self defense is completely responsible... and doable.  In other words, it develops the exact sort of masculine traits that have been a standard by which others fall short.  I am not even bothering to link the article, I have used what of it is worth using.  Well, at least I'm not stuck on THAT!  Haha!

Doh!  The girls are hungry.  Hmm.  I'm hungry.  I have pork cutlets thawed.  Those would be quite nice, pounded down to a thin tender patty, battered, egged, pankoed, then deep fried.  Yessirree.  But first the girls.  Hmm...  Do I have a tenderizer?  I have a hammer, and a mallot.  Oh, and wax paper.  I doubt if I will need it all for the gun paint job.  Yeah...  Essentially a pork tenderloin!  I don't have bread, but...  I've had worse!  Later.


4 comments:

  1. whew! For a second there, I was envisioning your girls between wax paper and .. well, never mind ..

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  2. Donn.... make me thin' like tha, Lucy! I'm full now, so they are off the hook. And I have two more cutlets. Bah! They know I could no more eat them than I could a sibling. Most siblings. :p

    Still, I have a great deal of grimacing grinning going on, regarding your misconception. Too serus!

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  3. Well, I did actually think they might make a better roast rubbed in thyme.

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  4. Ha!

    But crazy as it sounds, I think you are right.

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