Woo, got all the Poker Night items. Time to roll out Kanye West Demoman.
"YO BLU TEAM, I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YA AND I'MMA LET YOU FINISH PUSHIN DA KART, BUT I JUST HAD THE BEST EXPLOSION OF ALL TIME.
OF ALL TIME"
First of all, I like how Mass Effect 3 handled armor and weapons. Mods for weapons, ability to pick your own loadout, plenty of choice. But why stop with just what they did? Why can't we mix and match individual arms and legs? Why can't I carry two assault rifles and nothing else? Why can't I design the layout of my HuD myself? Etc. My only regret is being unable to implement these ideas myself.
I stumbled out of the walk-in freezer, flexing my hand experimentally. The crude lumps of iron that passed passed for my fingers bent and twisted to my will, clenching and opening. I reached over to the right half of my body, feeling the ragged edge where my torso had been torn open, hanging off me, useless. I pulled it back up, aligning it roughly where it normally was. I limped out of the kitchen I had been in, the gears in my left leg not yet realigned and therefore leaving the ruined mess of
Took about five different playthroughs to get the formula right, two of which were abandoned halfway through because of the unavoidability of failure, but I finally made it through the Collector base without letting anyone die.
Now, to play through again and actually get the Geth Assault Rifle this time.
Arrgh, th's be a lass af'er me own 'eart, mate.
GALI MISTIKA
Hailing from a truly endless ocean, Gali's a lady of action, no longer one solely focussed on quiet diplomacy. Clad in her signature brown leather coat, she phrases her wordings carefully to ensnare her foes, trapping htem into her workings. However, if her arguements fail to work, her more loudmouthed compatriots, a Nynrah single-shot flintlock, a Nynrah blunderbuss, her hooked hand and her awe-invoking cutlass, will be more than
Except Gamzee.
But really, Half the reson I still kinda like Eridan and really like Vriska is their aesthetics.
I guess I'm a sucker for women with mismatched eyes and cybernetics and amphibious hipster wwizards.
I don't care what Hadley says, the fact that Rupert can whip up a halfway decent dextro-amino meal at all got him my respect. Plus, he doesn't ask awkward questions when I ask for two mugs of hot chocolate and help with the elevator