eric virgo
Veteran
nobody cares but whathehell...
i remember starting out as a fighter in the arena. building my skills and hardening my self (hu-huh!).
soon i took the dusty trails with a sumpter horse trying to raise an army.
a hundred days after that i had an army of 25 marksmen. done that
then i managed to gather 42 vaegir nights... and life was good...
until i realized i am the best archer/horse archer in the kindom!
the game completely changed! i carry my warbow, two quivers of bodkin arrows and a watered steel sabre...
that sabre never leaves its seath. cause i am the rain maker. the rain of death. i rain death! thats what i do! give me a couple of quivers and a few knights to keep the enemy occupied.
i march in between enemies and bury steel into each and everyones cranium! headshot after headshot after headshot!
i really dont know how. for a few minutes into the game i play a bit... well... so and so... you know.. i get the job done....
but after a while i get "into the box maaaan". my reflexes work like a fine tuned musical instrument of death. this has never happened to me before.
i dont even have to look at my target when i let the arrow fly.
just aim-release and move along. the only indication of success is the scrolling headshot.
last night i crossed roads with a 107 swadian war party. i had around 20 knights and a few swadian xbowmen... it was going to be my last battle for the night so i didnt want to try real hard.
but when the enemies started approaching i felt my hand tense on the mouse. 4 horsemen moving in a 45 degree angle toward me
... aim- headshot
... aim- headshot
... aim- death
... aim- headshot
then twenty more infantry. i rode my sleipnir behind them. turned around slowly and killed about ten of them in a row with out stopping at all. at all. i started laughing out loud! each arrow lodged it self right under the jaw or the neck of the enemy. a friend watching tv near me, got worried. he sat beside me and watched as wave after wave of enemies were transformed into pincushions!
i was on fire. i shot between horses legs. between trees on moving targets. between the moving heads of my troops. once i managed to shoot and kill a tiny piece of butt inside a melee...
i was standing behind a fellow troop watching him fight a swadian. my troop attempted to attack using an overhead and missed. at the fleeing fraction of a second when my troop bend over, my arrow flew over his arched back and got stuck in the opponents eyeball... from a long distance.
in the end i was left with 11/66 points and i had 3 knights and a xbowman... it was the last fight and i was trembling. twist of luck. some backstabbing bastars swadian sneaked from behing and killed my horse.
then 6 swadians swarmed upon me like rabid dogs...
tonight i take my revenga!!!
THIS GAME RULES SO HARD THAT IT IS NOT REALLY POSSIBLE AND ARMAGAN IS NOT A HUMAN! I WILL KILL ALL THE SWADIANS! I HAVE NO LIFE GOD DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!
FUDGE.. this a long post...
i remember starting out as a fighter in the arena. building my skills and hardening my self (hu-huh!).
soon i took the dusty trails with a sumpter horse trying to raise an army.
a hundred days after that i had an army of 25 marksmen. done that
then i managed to gather 42 vaegir nights... and life was good...
until i realized i am the best archer/horse archer in the kindom!
the game completely changed! i carry my warbow, two quivers of bodkin arrows and a watered steel sabre...
that sabre never leaves its seath. cause i am the rain maker. the rain of death. i rain death! thats what i do! give me a couple of quivers and a few knights to keep the enemy occupied.
i march in between enemies and bury steel into each and everyones cranium! headshot after headshot after headshot!
i really dont know how. for a few minutes into the game i play a bit... well... so and so... you know.. i get the job done....
but after a while i get "into the box maaaan". my reflexes work like a fine tuned musical instrument of death. this has never happened to me before.
i dont even have to look at my target when i let the arrow fly.
just aim-release and move along. the only indication of success is the scrolling headshot.
last night i crossed roads with a 107 swadian war party. i had around 20 knights and a few swadian xbowmen... it was going to be my last battle for the night so i didnt want to try real hard.
but when the enemies started approaching i felt my hand tense on the mouse. 4 horsemen moving in a 45 degree angle toward me
... aim- headshot
... aim- headshot
... aim- death
... aim- headshot
then twenty more infantry. i rode my sleipnir behind them. turned around slowly and killed about ten of them in a row with out stopping at all. at all. i started laughing out loud! each arrow lodged it self right under the jaw or the neck of the enemy. a friend watching tv near me, got worried. he sat beside me and watched as wave after wave of enemies were transformed into pincushions!
i was on fire. i shot between horses legs. between trees on moving targets. between the moving heads of my troops. once i managed to shoot and kill a tiny piece of butt inside a melee...
i was standing behind a fellow troop watching him fight a swadian. my troop attempted to attack using an overhead and missed. at the fleeing fraction of a second when my troop bend over, my arrow flew over his arched back and got stuck in the opponents eyeball... from a long distance.
in the end i was left with 11/66 points and i had 3 knights and a xbowman... it was the last fight and i was trembling. twist of luck. some backstabbing bastars swadian sneaked from behing and killed my horse.
then 6 swadians swarmed upon me like rabid dogs...
tonight i take my revenga!!!
THIS GAME RULES SO HARD THAT IT IS NOT REALLY POSSIBLE AND ARMAGAN IS NOT A HUMAN! I WILL KILL ALL THE SWADIANS! I HAVE NO LIFE GOD DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!
FUDGE.. this a long post...
It's a rare and beautiful thing, video game transcendence is...
