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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-02-16 01:40 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-02-16 01:40 am
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Brain still reeling.
Said in the earlier post that I'd probably play more today, and here it is. Not as long (plot-progression-wise) as the others, though there's some odd plot-musings near the bottom. Mostly me ranting about certain characters.
That said, I've kind of spammed LJ in the last twenty-four hours, so if you're expecting some kind of continuity,you're in the wrong place read this one first.
So Brutter (who is absolutely not a disguised Lurker, I'm just obviously insane and was tired and overwhelmed by all the snow. Yes. Of course) has found a shiny item. Okay. I like shiny things. It's in that section of town where everything is wooden walkways, though. I don't like this place. I always fall off and get stuck in the water.
Seal Piece. Funny how they just leave these things lying around but as soon as I get my hands on it, those stupid guards all want it. They're just immature and only want it because I have it. GROW UP!
... AUGH NOW THERE ARE ANTI-JAK MISSILES IN THE WATER IN TOWN.
OH, MAN.
Okay, fighting my way out is a definite no-go. Swimming, also a no. Hoverboard isn't working so hot, either, seeing as how I keep falling/getting knocked off the walkway...
This is not working.
And of course I choose this moment to pull L2 instead of L1, because turning Dark just makes everything better, since I can't even run away effectively like this. Least that Jump-Dive thing reverts me back!
...!
Due to my lack of aim, Jak went sailing off the walkway and dive-bombed the water, and rather than this resulting in more Anti-Jak missiles being flung my way, it instead destroyed the missile-launcher! Oh, that makes this so much easier! Hoverboarding to safety is awesome. Everyone should do it.
Hee! Back to Vin! He's twitchy and paranoid and thinks everyone's trying to kill him! ...except us, apparently?
DAXTER! GAH! One blinky-bomb wasn't enough so you had to go and activate them all?! (Vin, why are you telling me not to move? Oh, ah, there you go, change your mind. Good job!)
Only two minutes? What is with this game and the two minutes mark, anyway? Seems to be a common one...
The time limit would be more of a problem if I could stop falling off cliffs to my death, really. That last one's a pain. I can't afford to ride the slow-moving cranes and I can't aim enough to get on the rail to grind across.
Also, Daxter, this may be surprising to you, but I'm actually very well aware of how little time we have left thanks to you activating those bombs for us. Stop telling me we're running out of time before I throw you into the wells!
Now I am going to the drill platform to stop Metal Heads again. I do not remember how to get to the drill platform at all.
...right. Teleport gate. I knew that.
SHIP EXPLODE.
Uh, you know... I suppose I'm supposed to trust all these people in the Underground movement, but I'm not sure I do. (I keep thinking there is something weird up with that Kor guy...) Might just be me being cynical, though.
Anyway, back to more frustration with the "mysterious race mechanic who could not at all possibly be Keira, because everyone is acting very stupid." Good grief, guys.
Oh.
Uh, never mind. I guess they got their hearing back or something. EXCUSE ME WHILE I BEAT MY HEAD ON THE WALL, ANYWAY.
... But hoorah! I really do exist! ...not, of course, that I was having strange Final Fantasy X-ish thoughts along the lines of Jak being (SPOILERS!) nothing but a dream of the "Fayth" or Oracles or whatever the heck is going on now BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE! Because no one recognizes me! Maybe I never existed! Augh! or something. Identity crisis over. Proceed.
Grah! Hey, Krew took the key!
.... uh.
Oh. Oh, no. I... I have to win races now. I...
Jak, I am so, so sorry. Even whatever terrible crime you must have committed isn't enough to warrant having this inflicted on you. Terribly-flamey-deaths.
... This is ridiculous. How many times am I supposed to be able to go around this course? Once is too much to ask for. Augh! JAK, I AM SORRY!
Why can't the other racers die, anyway? They can knock ME into the wall and make ME explode, so how come they don't explode!?
... WAH!
STOP FLYING OFF THE TRACK AND CRASHING.
... I just took out the lamp by my bed. When did I start trying to pilot with the controller? Have I always done that?! Has no one bothered to tell me that I flail when I play games as well as talk to them?!
AUGH!
Gah, finally! That was hard! Ugh, that one corner... the third one? I don't know. With a giant pit off to the side that, if you are talented and not me, you can jump across for a short cut (I know you can because I did it once, then crashed into the wall on the opposite side and died, anyway). I went off that drop-off almost every single time.
Who is Erol and why is Ashelin telling me to watch out for him? (Him?)
Back to Onin and the Crazy Monkey-Bird-Thing! Am I supposed to know who this Mar guy is, or is this a new name? I can't always tell. I suspect he is new. Either way, I guess that's what this tomb thing is all about! ... "he alone" and all, and they think it's the little kid?
I'm either going to have to do it FOR him or I'm going to have to ESCORT him, aren't I?
... I really, really hope it's the former. x_x (Either way, though, yay for amusing faces being made throughout the conversation!)
...The, ah, dig site looks rather different. They've been busy here, haven't they? Oh, bother. Swinging things? I have to catch it and swing across the lava? Eep! Fortunately, the one I have the most problems with has a platform under it, so when I miss and start falling to my doom, I am stopped. ...Actually, I bet I could catch the swing from down here. hrm.
... yeah, that worked. Much better than my original method, too. Yay!
I am supposed to go blow up Hellcat-things now, but I rather don't feel like it. I've had enough flying around and dying horribly for today.
So, uh, how far into the future did we go, anyway? And why were they expecting me? How did they know me?!
Are we really sure this is the future? Maybe it's just an alternate reality or something!
(No, really, I believe them that this is the future. I'm still feeling a little disoriented by that revelation, though, because we've obviously gone a long way. Also, we obviously do not know Something Important, but we're getting little bits of info now, so that's causing my brain to go into overdrive, as well.)
Why did the Metal Head guy in the beginning of the game know me? Do we have multiple time-traveling incidents going on here, or what? Maybe it was just one of those things where the bad guy just inherently knows things.
So, uh, yeah.
Don't trust Kor (not sure why. Just don't. There's something 'off' about him and I don't know what and it is driving me crazy. Really, I haven't trusted him since we "accidentally" - no way was that coincidence - bumped into him shortly after escaping right in the beginning of the game).
Don't trust Krew, either, 'cause he's just a slimy guy and trusting that sort's usually a bad idea.
Suspect there's something strange going on with Samos. He doesn't sound quiet right (might just be because it's a different game, though), and he looks... different, I think. (You could argue that Jak does, too, but Keira and Daxter don't really, so, uh... who knows?)
I dunno, those three just set something off. (Not Samos as much. His is mostly just a, "We obviously do not have the full story here," thing, rather than outright wariness.)
Torn, I dunno. He's one of the good guys, I'm rather sure of that (watch, I'm way off the mark here), but at the same time I'm not sure how far I trust him. Not to say I think he's actively seeking to hurt me/betray me/whatever, just that if motivation came up I wouldn't be surprised (or... even that upset, really) if he did. Also, he amuses me lots.
Also, who is Mar? We should know this, shouldn't we? Even if we shouldn't, I can't shake the nagging feeling that we should, somehow, and it's rather annoying.
ALSO THERE IS SOMETHING UP WITH THAT KID. You know, the little blond one we keeping running around with. With the croco-dog that has never liked anyone but said kid (and, erm, me). (Brain, don't you dare finish that train of thought. I'm in enough pain right now as it is.)
Arg. I want to know it all! I want to know it all now!
And, of course, the death list continues to be non-cumulative.
City Guards: 8
Water-Missile: 24
Bomb!: 1
Falling forever: 9
Blown Out of Turret: 3
Lava: 14
Class 3 Racing: 32
MISSION FAILED:
-- find the item: 3
-- Destroy Hellcats: 2
That is all.Tomorrow (er, later today, really) I am going to make ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
travelers_flame watch Top Gear, and then I am going to make her narrate her thoughts.
It's okay, really, she's agreed to it. None of that "against her will" stuff at this time. Never mind. ~_~;
That said, I've kind of spammed LJ in the last twenty-four hours, so if you're expecting some kind of continuity,
So Brutter (who is absolutely not a disguised Lurker, I'm just obviously insane and was tired and overwhelmed by all the snow. Yes. Of course) has found a shiny item. Okay. I like shiny things. It's in that section of town where everything is wooden walkways, though. I don't like this place. I always fall off and get stuck in the water.
Seal Piece. Funny how they just leave these things lying around but as soon as I get my hands on it, those stupid guards all want it. They're just immature and only want it because I have it. GROW UP!
... AUGH NOW THERE ARE ANTI-JAK MISSILES IN THE WATER IN TOWN.
OH, MAN.
Okay, fighting my way out is a definite no-go. Swimming, also a no. Hoverboard isn't working so hot, either, seeing as how I keep falling/getting knocked off the walkway...
This is not working.
And of course I choose this moment to pull L2 instead of L1, because turning Dark just makes everything better, since I can't even run away effectively like this. Least that Jump-Dive thing reverts me back!
...!
Due to my lack of aim, Jak went sailing off the walkway and dive-bombed the water, and rather than this resulting in more Anti-Jak missiles being flung my way, it instead destroyed the missile-launcher! Oh, that makes this so much easier! Hoverboarding to safety is awesome. Everyone should do it.
Hee! Back to Vin! He's twitchy and paranoid and thinks everyone's trying to kill him! ...except us, apparently?
DAXTER! GAH! One blinky-bomb wasn't enough so you had to go and activate them all?! (Vin, why are you telling me not to move? Oh, ah, there you go, change your mind. Good job!)
Only two minutes? What is with this game and the two minutes mark, anyway? Seems to be a common one...
The time limit would be more of a problem if I could stop falling off cliffs to my death, really. That last one's a pain. I can't afford to ride the slow-moving cranes and I can't aim enough to get on the rail to grind across.
Also, Daxter, this may be surprising to you, but I'm actually very well aware of how little time we have left thanks to you activating those bombs for us. Stop telling me we're running out of time before I throw you into the wells!
Now I am going to the drill platform to stop Metal Heads again. I do not remember how to get to the drill platform at all.
...right. Teleport gate. I knew that.
SHIP EXPLODE.
Uh, you know... I suppose I'm supposed to trust all these people in the Underground movement, but I'm not sure I do. (I keep thinking there is something weird up with that Kor guy...) Might just be me being cynical, though.
Anyway, back to more frustration with the "mysterious race mechanic who could not at all possibly be Keira, because everyone is acting very stupid." Good grief, guys.
Oh.
Uh, never mind. I guess they got their hearing back or something. EXCUSE ME WHILE I BEAT MY HEAD ON THE WALL, ANYWAY.
... But hoorah! I really do exist! ...not, of course, that I was having strange Final Fantasy X-ish thoughts along the lines of Jak being (SPOILERS!) nothing but a dream of the "Fayth" or Oracles or whatever the heck is going on now BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE! Because no one recognizes me! Maybe I never existed! Augh! or something. Identity crisis over. Proceed.
Grah! Hey, Krew took the key!
.... uh.
Oh. Oh, no. I... I have to win races now. I...
Jak, I am so, so sorry. Even whatever terrible crime you must have committed isn't enough to warrant having this inflicted on you. Terribly-flamey-deaths.
... This is ridiculous. How many times am I supposed to be able to go around this course? Once is too much to ask for. Augh! JAK, I AM SORRY!
Why can't the other racers die, anyway? They can knock ME into the wall and make ME explode, so how come they don't explode!?
... WAH!
STOP FLYING OFF THE TRACK AND CRASHING.
... I just took out the lamp by my bed. When did I start trying to pilot with the controller? Have I always done that?! Has no one bothered to tell me that I flail when I play games as well as talk to them?!
AUGH!
Gah, finally! That was hard! Ugh, that one corner... the third one? I don't know. With a giant pit off to the side that, if you are talented and not me, you can jump across for a short cut (I know you can because I did it once, then crashed into the wall on the opposite side and died, anyway). I went off that drop-off almost every single time.
Who is Erol and why is Ashelin telling me to watch out for him? (Him?)
Back to Onin and the Crazy Monkey-Bird-Thing! Am I supposed to know who this Mar guy is, or is this a new name? I can't always tell. I suspect he is new. Either way, I guess that's what this tomb thing is all about! ... "he alone" and all, and they think it's the little kid?
I'm either going to have to do it FOR him or I'm going to have to ESCORT him, aren't I?
... I really, really hope it's the former. x_x (Either way, though, yay for amusing faces being made throughout the conversation!)
...The, ah, dig site looks rather different. They've been busy here, haven't they? Oh, bother. Swinging things? I have to catch it and swing across the lava? Eep! Fortunately, the one I have the most problems with has a platform under it, so when I miss and start falling to my doom, I am stopped. ...Actually, I bet I could catch the swing from down here. hrm.
... yeah, that worked. Much better than my original method, too. Yay!
I am supposed to go blow up Hellcat-things now, but I rather don't feel like it. I've had enough flying around and dying horribly for today.
So, uh, how far into the future did we go, anyway? And why were they expecting me? How did they know me?!
Are we really sure this is the future? Maybe it's just an alternate reality or something!
(No, really, I believe them that this is the future. I'm still feeling a little disoriented by that revelation, though, because we've obviously gone a long way. Also, we obviously do not know Something Important, but we're getting little bits of info now, so that's causing my brain to go into overdrive, as well.)
Why did the Metal Head guy in the beginning of the game know me? Do we have multiple time-traveling incidents going on here, or what? Maybe it was just one of those things where the bad guy just inherently knows things.
So, uh, yeah.
Don't trust Kor (not sure why. Just don't. There's something 'off' about him and I don't know what and it is driving me crazy. Really, I haven't trusted him since we "accidentally" - no way was that coincidence - bumped into him shortly after escaping right in the beginning of the game).
Don't trust Krew, either, 'cause he's just a slimy guy and trusting that sort's usually a bad idea.
Suspect there's something strange going on with Samos. He doesn't sound quiet right (might just be because it's a different game, though), and he looks... different, I think. (You could argue that Jak does, too, but Keira and Daxter don't really, so, uh... who knows?)
I dunno, those three just set something off. (Not Samos as much. His is mostly just a, "We obviously do not have the full story here," thing, rather than outright wariness.)
Torn, I dunno. He's one of the good guys, I'm rather sure of that (watch, I'm way off the mark here), but at the same time I'm not sure how far I trust him. Not to say I think he's actively seeking to hurt me/betray me/whatever, just that if motivation came up I wouldn't be surprised (or... even that upset, really) if he did. Also, he amuses me lots.
Also, who is Mar? We should know this, shouldn't we? Even if we shouldn't, I can't shake the nagging feeling that we should, somehow, and it's rather annoying.
ALSO THERE IS SOMETHING UP WITH THAT KID. You know, the little blond one we keeping running around with. With the croco-dog that has never liked anyone but said kid (and, erm, me). (Brain, don't you dare finish that train of thought. I'm in enough pain right now as it is.)
Arg. I want to know it all! I want to know it all now!
And, of course, the death list continues to be non-cumulative.
City Guards: 8
Water-Missile: 24
Bomb!: 1
Falling forever: 9
Blown Out of Turret: 3
Lava: 14
Class 3 Racing: 32
MISSION FAILED:
-- find the item: 3
-- Destroy Hellcats: 2
That is all.
travelers_flame watch Top Gear, and then I am going to make her narrate her thoughts.
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You see, this is why the Jak games are awesome. There are genuine short cuts.
... I just took out the lamp by my bed. When did I start trying to pilot with the controller?
Ahahaha! Oh, man, I totally want to watch you playing a videogame some time.
I love reading your theorising, because I can be smug in my knowledge. You're doing well, though! You've picked up on a lot of things that I completely missed when I first played.
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I want to watch me play some time! (And also I wonder, what else am I doing that I'm unaware of?) I do not think I know anyone with recording devices, though. Other people at least have the advantage of being Not Me, which means their chances are inherently much higher.