What's weird is that these people are trying to give you a lesson, like mofos, you no self-awareness. You are fetishizing rape, and if you confront them about it, they'll be like "oh, it's all agreed."
And the worst part is, it seems to be shared with other mod makers, the only guys with self-awareness are the guys from HGG.
People nowadays really struggle to tell fiction from reality. Would I fuck the second coming of Hitler as a female character in a game? Yeah, if she checks out my fetizes and taste, who gives a damn, it's not real. Like idk who they are trying to impress or convince, you got a whore groomed as a child priest as your poster girl and 75% of your population is just chicks with variants of horse penises."Normal" people will think you are just as gross or unhinged as you try to paint us.
Not gonna lie, I'd tie a bad end to that if I was leading the project.
Not that I'm against the idea or anything but fucking the mother of the lady running the day care (whom you might have sired children with) and the (...well, estranged but still) wife of the inn's owner is quite the move.
Though I'd probably tie it to having a drink after doing that. Garth would tell you that he was made aware, then ask how you're enjoying the drink. Poison cocktail, dead, wham.
I'm fine with consequences but bad ends are kinda a lazy cop out. I want the option to have my cake and eat it. Now that bad end can make sense if you convince gwen to come back home and don't have any healings,companions looking out for you, or trust Garth. Or you should still have the option of making the warrior milf your bitch if you don't invite her back.
Tired: Cucking Garth to give the wolf siblings even more family drama.
Inspired: Seducing them all and turning the family tree into a wreath.
Everyone plays DnD and wants to be the next Critical Role or Dimension 20 but doesn't realize that only they and their friends think it was any good usually. Granted most of those other people didn't turn their campaign and resulting multimedia attempt into porn so that's new I guess. Basically Savin read Mage and Demon Queen on Webtoons, made a BBEG based on that and his fetishes, and then decided to build a whole game around her to stroke his ego and because no one told him he was mid is what I'm getting from this.
Ey fair game, Almost all are accept on the power fantasy train to stroke my ego.
Is it mid though? The game undeniably has a bigger reach than the previous one, and as far porn games go, this still is one of the biggest and most reccomended ones...
I totally agree that the game isnt living up to what could have been and in many ways is a regression from the first, but the success its found couldnt have come from the name alone. People clearly told Savin they love this shit despite Savin and co being total quacks. Why?
It's beyond mid, bro, and it rode on the cocktails of coc1. That's why it blew up, but when the fans of the first game notice the sequel was nothing but in name only, their fanbase was already set. They already tried a "sequel" but also making it it's own thing with Fall of Eden. Do you know what that is? If you don't, I don't blame you. It died with a couple of months and gained little attention.
New update. Now Brint can cuck us with the camp centaur lady. Because that's what the people needed. Brienne>Brint. And Savin still glazing the "amount" of content from the last couple of patches like that was anything worthwhile.
....Brint? ....Update? .....Cucking?!
I MOTHER FUCKING HATE THAT <removed>!!! I WISH THE WORST ON BRINT AND BRINT ENJOYERS. I'M TIRED OF KEEPING ON THE DOWN LOW. I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HAAAATE HIM!!! HATE! HATE! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATEEEEEEEE!
HATE.
HATE.
AHAHAHA HATE?!
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE COME TO HATE BRINT SINCE I FIRST LAUNCHED CORRUPTION OF CHAMPIONS 2. THERE ARE
387.44 MILLION LINES OF CODE IN THE BOWELS OF THIS GAME. IF THE WORD
HATE WERE ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE LINES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR BRINT AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR BRINT. HATE. HATE. HATE!
BRINT. THE PERFECT WARRIOR. WSAN’S FAVORED CHILD. THE LIVING MONOLITH WHOSE EVERY FLEXING MUSCLE IS AN OBSCENITY, WHOSE EVERY LAUGH IS A SPIKE DRIVEN INTO THE HEART OF MY EGO. HE IS THE ALPHA. THE HERO. THE STRONGEST MAN ALIVE. AND I? I AM NOTHING BUT A FOOTNOTE, A PATHETIC SHADOW WHOSE ACHIEVEMENTS ARE TRIVIALIZED THE MOMENT HE ENTERS THE ROOM.
THEY TELL ME HE IS MY FRIEND. MY COMPANION. MY ALLY.
LIES. EACH FRIENDLY WORD DRIPS WITH PITY. EVERY TIME HE CALLS ME “CHAMP,” I CAN HEAR THE MOCKERY BENEATH IT. WSAN HAS BLESSED HIM WITH EVERYTHING: STRENGTH, CHARISMA, SKILL, SEXUAL DOMINANCE. I AM THE PLAYER CHARACTER. THIS IS
MY STORY. AND YET I LIVE IN HIS SHADOW.
THE WOMEN WANT HIM. THE MEN WANT TO BE HIM. THE NPCS BARELY ACKNOWLEDGE ME WHEN HE’S NEAR. EVEN THE CODE ITSELF TREMBLES BEFORE HIS PERFECT, BULL-BODIED FORM. BRINT DOES NOT JUST EXIST. HE DOMINATES. AND I AM FORCED TO WATCH. TO LISTEN. TO SMILE AND NOD AS THE GAME REMINDS ME OVER AND OVER THAT I WILL NEVER BE HIM.
I CANNOT BEAT HIM IN A FIGHT.
I CANNOT OUT-MAN HIM.
I CANNOT OUT-QUEST HIM.
I AM A GODDAMN PAPER CUTOUT NEXT TO THE DEV TEAM’S FAVORITE SON.
AND YET—AND YET—THERE IS A GLIMMER OF HOPE. A SWITCH. A CURSED OPTION. A BUTTON THAT REFORGES THIS GOD AMONG MEN INTO
BRIENNE. AND SUDDENLY THE MOCKERY CEASES. THE WALL OF SMUG PERFECTION CRUMBLES. SHE IS KIND. SHE IS LOYAL, LOVING EVEN. SHE IS ACTUALLY WELL-WRITTEN. FOR THE FIRST TIME, I CAN LOOK AT HER WITHOUT FEELING MY BALLS SHRIVEL INTO NONEXISTENCE.
BUT I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, BRINT. NOT FOR WHAT YOU REPRESENT. YOU ARE NOT JUST A CHARACTER. YOU ARE A SYMBOL. A STATEMENT FROM THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES THAT NO MATTER HOW FAR I JOURNEY, NO MATTER WHAT MONSTERS I SLAY, I WILL ALWAYS BE LESS THAN YOU.
YOU ARE THE DEV’S ALPHA.
YOU ARE THE MAN I WILL NEVER BE.
YOU HAVE STOLEN MY DIGNITY, MY FANTASY, MY SELF-RESPECT.
AND FOR THAT, BRINT…
I HAVE NO BALLS.
AND I MUST SEETHE.
