Post by Yorick on May 23, 2016 0:26:07 GMT
As the fetid breath from the wild boar impaled on his spear washed over him, Yorick spared a half a second to marvel once again on the breathtaking the sensory feedback of this game. Of course, at times like this, the focus was more on how that realism just took his breath away in another sense.
"Definitely didn't make the best choice," he murmured to himself. Yorick was painfully aware that he had nothing resembling an offensive DPS character. He had, after all, chosen to take pikeman talents, and had set his initial character as a damage sponge. If he'd known then, what he knew now, well...
"I probably wouldn't be playing."
That having been said, it rankled on him to have to wait for assistance, to meekly accept that someone else would take the risks and do the work necessary for him to escape this trap. Which brought him to here, sneaking around the edge of a herd of boars, picking them off one-by-one.
It had been a few hours since the disastrous revelation and it was amazing to see how quickly some people polarized - a minority of people wanted to do this primarily solo, or (in the vast majority) were huddled in the Town of Beginnings barely snapping out of their fugue states.
Which led him to here, he concluded, even as he groped blindly for a rock. Staring with exceeding caution at this group of a half dozen boars.
Digging his spear butt into the ground, bracing it against the arch of his rear leg, and crouching behind the slope of his shield, he reflected that, as first enemies go, he was lucky. After all, he thought with a snort, the reason they hunted them with spears was their tendency to...
"Definitely didn't make the best choice," he murmured to himself. Yorick was painfully aware that he had nothing resembling an offensive DPS character. He had, after all, chosen to take pikeman talents, and had set his initial character as a damage sponge. If he'd known then, what he knew now, well...
"I probably wouldn't be playing."
That having been said, it rankled on him to have to wait for assistance, to meekly accept that someone else would take the risks and do the work necessary for him to escape this trap. Which brought him to here, sneaking around the edge of a herd of boars, picking them off one-by-one.
It had been a few hours since the disastrous revelation and it was amazing to see how quickly some people polarized - a minority of people wanted to do this primarily solo, or (in the vast majority) were huddled in the Town of Beginnings barely snapping out of their fugue states.
Which led him to here, he concluded, even as he groped blindly for a rock. Staring with exceeding caution at this group of a half dozen boars.
Digging his spear butt into the ground, bracing it against the arch of his rear leg, and crouching behind the slope of his shield, he reflected that, as first enemies go, he was lucky. After all, he thought with a snort, the reason they hunted them with spears was their tendency to...