Rat-and-Murder Scrapbook
If you don’t read the Twitter feed (read: my personal parade of contextless blathering and craven excuses), you might be expecting the Morrowind post right about now. Well, turns out, my gameplay buffer ran dry, so I’m going to have to play some more before I can do a proper next post. I’m really not sure how this happens, to be honest. It always seems like I have this massive buffer, and then the next thing I know I’ve melted through it faster than a Bonewalker through dignity.
Anyway, I’ll have your Morrowind post for the week in short order, but for now, enjoy the following screenshots I never ended up using. Nothing but the finest imagescraps for you men and gentleladies.
Step 1: Get ahold of an extremely vast chunk of real estate on the Market Square, nearly monopolizing the entire district. Step 2: Erect walls around yourself. Place the only entrance through the walls at the back of your stall. Step 3: Stand exactly in the middle, so customers can't access you unless they actually enter your walled-off stall area, rendering the walls both self-defeating AND entirely pointless. Step 4: Theft, bankruptcy, humiliation. Just another Mournhold success story.
You can almost hear that guard going: "Why the hell is this rat following you? Do you have...I'm sure you'd need a license for that sort of thing. Also, why, oh god why, did you put that tiny backpack on him? He's a RAT. Were those 15 ounces of gear just too darned burdensome, you strapping adventurer, you? Or is this a crazy-old-lady-cat-sweater situation? Either way, I'm prescribing a beating." Actually, he's probably just going, "I am petrified that this rodent doesn't know that Mournhold is a city of light and magic."
Speaking of: I took this screenshot to show off the terrible new pants I bought in Mournhold. Apparently, the rat approves, because we're sharing some eye contact here that's actually a little creepy. If anyone comments on, it, though, I've got the perfect comeback. They'll be all, "Uh, excuse me, why are you staring at that rat?" And I'll turn slowly to them, giving them this haunted look, and say: "You can see it too?"
I'm sure this depicts epic something-or-another. In fact, at some point, I knew exactly what this statue depicted. My threshold for memory remained about constant, but my threshold for caring dropped to a critical level.
Bit of a random one: this is me back home, looking for innocent wildlife to smack around with my new pigsticker. How often do you get to refer to a blade as a pigsticker? I never thought that was a good descriptor for a sword, really, but for this one it just kinda works. Also, spoiler warning: I pick a fight with that animal, I win, I drink its blood.
Haha, these were some great images. The rat ones were especially good.
The statue is Almalexia defeating Mehrune Dagon he destroyed the city in 1E 2920, I think. And Now You Know! :p
*is a loremonkey*
Out of curiosity, Rutskarn, how do you feel about other people promoting their Morrowind Let’s Plays in your comment space? Is that a hypothetical faux pas, or are the more in fact the merrier?
Burke: Go for it.
Bah, you beat me to it, Eergluk.
I quite liked the 2920 series of books. A very good read.
However, it’s interesting that Sotha Sil isn’t pictured in there. I’m 99% sure he fought alongside Almalexia, and even saved her from bleeding out or something after they both got their asses kicked. That was when Mournhold was destroyed as well. Probably explains why the city is designed in such a completely retarded manner. You shouldn’t let anyone hypoxic and anemic design a city, even if they are a demigod.
In that case, My Name is Jarl updates on Wednesdays, and I take orders throughout the week to build a general consensus of what I should do for the next one. Six weeks in, we’ve started questing in Balmora, and I’m trying very, very hard not to steal any of Rutskarn’s jokes.
Really hard.
Does it look to anyone else like the statue on the left has some big ol’ junk hangin’ right there?
I assume it’s just an amusing camera angle and it’s just an exquisite example of pointless Morrowind clothing and armor styles.