While there are concerns about some untold details of the Wii U, I don't mind it. From the Gamecube to the 3DS, Nintendo has been improving their online services. Most impressive is their efforts with the 3DS, and it is from those efforts that I assume whatever infrastructure Wii U has it will be fine, though not without a few numb skull aspects. The improvements have been glacial compared to Nintendo's competitors, but I like to look at the silver lining that Nintendo isn't going backwards.
The general unenthusiastic talk I've heard over many video game podcasts is a bit worrying. Nintendo seems to have distanced it self from that particular audience and the Wii U has yet to win them back. The feelings will turn once Nintendo starts releasing interesting and beautiful games for the shiny and new Wii U.
I don't know how to feel about this article. On one hand, I agree, that Nintendo has been very late in creating a media network within its loyal fans- but on the other, their approach is so drastically different and fun that I can't help but like it over the competitors' systems. And that's what it always comes back to with Nintendo, at least to me- they're fun. They don't bog you down with gamer scores and achievements- only if you're really into that sort of thing. If you want to share information on a game or talk about how it made you feel, you're given the opportunity to- and that's something that the other consoles can't boast. With Nintendo, it's more about a communal enjoyment and not the individual's sense of competitiveness- and I think that they cater to a specific type of gamer, but that's just the thing- they're even more niche than Microsoft and Sony ,because those two have capitalized on this concept that games need to be casually accessible, but their definition of casual is "hyper-violent and based on brief experience," hence the online multiplayer, emphasis on graphics and "realism", and personal achievement. Nintendo approaches these concepts in a different manner- assistance being the most important aspect. You obtain better hats in Find Mii because you interact with people, often more than once. You benefit from player interaction instead of being pitted against them. And that's not to say that Nintendo doesn't have competitive mutliplayer- but even that isn't based on the record, it's based on the experience. And when it all comes down to it, that's what it's all about- the experience, and not the illusion of experience. You play the games Nintendo makes because you enjoy their gameplay, and I think that a majority of Nintendo games have gameplay that is very hard to achieve in an online sense, and because of that that, I applaud their efforts to have largely local-based-multiplayer. While some games benefit from it, some games do so even more because they're played within close proximity, and there's no feeling quite like the one where you work together in the same room. While some may argue that this is old-fashioned, I wonder why they wish to live in a world largely devoid of human interaction. Nintendo's new Miiverse- the communication between players on an artistic level and discussion and assistance-based concept- is so very Nintendo, and it really brings me back to why I love the company in general. If you play a Wii for intimacy of motion-based control with friends or with the TV, you understand what I mean. Even friend codes, which go out of their way to make sure players have that sense of connectivity and that they are familiar with one another STILL adheres to this idea of personal, accessible gameplay. The connectivity that Nintendo boasts with both its person-to-game and person-to-person relationship is what they live by. I mean, I have no doubt that the Wii U will stick to these core qualities. If you do, then I feel as if you don't have a very positive mindset of how Nintendo functions, and you've lost touch with their style of gameplay. Each company offers something drastically different, and people need to accept that first and foremost. But Nintendo's offers are so uniquely them, and I wish that the console market was a bit more varied, because we could have more than JUST Nintendo being this more niche, individualistic experience- that's why I lament the loss of Sega and have made it a mission to track down a Dreamcast- because they, too, offered something unique. What is kind of funny about the whole "Nintendo vs. Third Party Support and the world" debacle is that Nintendo has consistently paved the way in the genre of 3D platforming (and to some extent 2D platforming) and garners a lot of individualistic 3rd Party support in regards to gameplay and connectivity. Look at Monster Hunter- a game that focuses on co-operation in taking down massive monsters with a very optional head-to-head mode. Look at Muramasa, or Silent Hill: Shattered Dimensions. Games that artistically push the boundaries or the very genre they're supposed to emulate and attempt them in a new, drastically different manner. This is why we love Nintendo consoles, my friends, because they offer something different. What Playstation Move games have successfully attempted a gameplay innovation or even utilized motion controls in an enhanced, smooth manner? Kinect? So you need to accept something- that either Nintendo will be successful because they create something so niche that it allows specific, dare I say, even casual gamers, an accessible jumping point to enter or mature within the gaming realm, or that they will create something so niche that it appeals to a very dedicated, core population of gamers. Personally, I think the Wii U will do both, and I don't think I'm optimistic in assuming that. With a mixture of casually appealing games like Nintendoland and NSMBU, with Nintendoland innately appealing to our love of local, party multiplayer, and more hardcore, yet experimental and individualistic titles like Zombi U and Bayonetta, as well as hardcore, co-operative experiences like Monster Hunter and a little bit of catering to the non-Nintendo crowd with Black Ops, I think Nintendo has set up a very telling lineup of games for the life of their console- they'll of course attempt a reconnect with the "core" gamer, that is, the gamer that has become westernized because of the birth of so many independent developers that ascribe to that casual western approach to gaming, but they will continue to do what makes them so beloved by many gamers around the world- their unique approach to gaming, and the titles, franchises, and genres they attract because of that. I suppose i rambled a bit, but I just want to affirm that I understand your article. Nintendo's approach does seem a bit old-fashioned, even base, in comparison to the pre-established methods of its competitors. But if there's one thing I like about Nintendo, it's that they do take their time to acknowledge the benefits of something like online networking and play- the fact that they're coming out with the Wii U so late means that they acknowledge that online networking and play has stood the test of time- it may be a little late , but at least it's a confirmation. Now they will take that concept and spin it in their own way. In a sense, I feel that even the 3DS is an evolution and confirmation that Nintendo believes portable accessibility is possible- With the 3DS, they have mostly minimized online functionality to digital downloads, communication between friends, and competitive multiplayer, but the most important, and exciting, functions of the 3DS occur when one streetpasses or spotpasses. Again, it focuses on player co-operation. But when it all comes down to it, that is all inconsequential when we compare the experience of the console to the experience of the games. And that's why we play games, right? For the experiences they bring, not the console itself. We want the types of games Nintendo publishes, because they're just cool. They appeal to us in a way that some may call childish, but we see them as imaginative, accessible, and plain fun. That's why you can't judge a console until the end of its life-span. Because we need to see all of those games that make a console memorable- and sure, some games might take a while to release, but in the end, the full package- and the full experience, is what matters. With the Wii U off to such a strong start, I hope for nothing but the best for the console in the future. Great article, by the way- very thought provoking. Clearly.
I think nintendo doesn't even need to approach the "core" gamer. I mean, if you own a gaming pc or an xbox or a ps3, you can go and pick up any "core" game, play online and do all that stuff that nintendo doesn't do that well (most of nintendo console owners also owns a ps3 or an xbox). But now, with the wii u, all the audience that nintendo aims for will have the chance to also pick up those "core" games without the need to buy a ps3 or an xbox. I own a wii and a nintendo 3ds, but for example, and I'm looking forward to play darksiders II. Maybe I'll be picking up call of duty to play co-op with my dad, maybe we will be trying that online. But that's the thing, now i don't have to own any other console to play those games, and maybe they are going to be easier to play with the touch controls or with the wiiremote. (I now call of duty has been out on the wii, but it's a game that needs hd graphics to bring you it's experience)
I think Nintendo tries to make the best product they can in the $250-300 range that will make them money and provide a unique experience for their customers. I don't think anyone should have a problem with that, and if you do there is always the competition that doesn't take shortcuts on technology, but also doesn't always provide the best experiences. A variety of choices for the customer is what is important.
At least nobody defended region locking yet, I guess. Try searching Talkback or the other forums for more hyperdefensive posts! It's like an Easter Egg hunt!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on September 25, 2012, 08:29:48 AM
Jonny is right. People talk about what Nintendo talks about. And Nintendo has been talking about a media center and a mini-game collection. (Even if it's great, it looks like a mini-game collection)
And I don't love when other press hates on Nintendo and can't figure out that it's Xbox that put the A button in the wrong spot way too long after the original NES showed the world where it properly goes.
But of course, those of us who love Nintendo... hate away! We wouldn't be mad if we didn't love Nintendo.
I look forward to changing my mind about the Wii U and like Drew says, all it will take will be ... Games!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Tlon on September 25, 2012, 09:22:50 AM
FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not—and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified—have tortured—have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror—to many they will seem less terrible than barroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place—some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects. From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man. I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat. This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon this point—and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered. Pluto—this was the cat's name—was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difficulty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets. Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character—through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance—had (I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate language to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only neglected, but ill-used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufficient regard to restrain me from maltreating him, as I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when by accident, or through affection, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me—for what disease is like Alcohol!—and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish—even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper. One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity. When reason returned with the morning—when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch—I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed. In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach. I had so much of my old heart left, as to be at first grieved by this evident dislike on the part of a creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart—one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself—to offer violence to its own nature—to do wrong for the wrong's sake only—that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree;—hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart;—hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence;—hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin—a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it—if such a thing wore possible—even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God. On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair. I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts—and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire—a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvellous. There was a rope about the animal's neck. When I first beheld this apparition—for I could scarcely regard it as less—my wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of fire, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd—by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber. This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it. Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse. I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same species, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place. One night as I sat, half stupified, in a den of more than infamy, my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogsheads of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner perceived the object thereupon. I approached it, and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat—a very large one—fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indefinite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast. Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my notice. This, then, was the very creature of which I was in search. I at once offered to purchase it of the landlord; but this person made no claim to it—knew nothing of it—had never seen it before. I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a disposition to accompany me. I permitted it to do so; occasionally stooping and patting it as I proceeded. When it reached the house it domesticated itself at once, and became immediately a great favorite with my wife. For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just the reverse of what I had anticipated; but—I know not how or why it was—its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed. By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred. I avoided the creature; a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it; but gradually—very gradually—I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence. What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the morning after I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said, possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures. With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly—let me confess it at once—by absolute dread of the beast. This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil—and yet I should be at a loss how otherwise to define it. I am almost ashamed to own—yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own—that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimaeras it would be possible to conceive. My wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I had destroyed. The reader will remember that this mark, although large, had been originally very indefinite; but, by slow degrees—degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my Reason struggled to reject as fanciful—it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline. It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name—and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared—it was now, I say, the image of a hideous—of a ghastly thing—of the GALLOWS!—oh, mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime—of Agony and of Death! And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Humanity. And a brute beast —whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed—a brute beast to work out for me—for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God—so much of insufferable wo! Alas! neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of Rest any more! During the former the creature left me no moment alone; and, in the latter, I started, hourly, from dreams of unutterable fear, to find the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight—an incarnate Night-Mare that I had no power to shake off—incumbent eternally upon my heart! Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates—the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while, from the sudden, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas! was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers. One day she accompanied me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exasperated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by the interference, into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan. This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by fire. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the floor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard—about packing it in a box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar—as the monks of the middle ages are recorded to have walled up their victims. For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused by a false chimney, or fireplace, that had been filled up, and made to resemble the red of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye could detect any thing suspicious. And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crow-bar I easily dislodged the bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little trouble, I re-laid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brickwork. When I had finished, I felt satisfied that all was right. The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the floor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself—"Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain." My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, firmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to meet with it, at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forebore to present itself in my present mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night—and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul! The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. Once again I breathed as a freeman. The monster, in terror, had fled the premises forever! I should behold it no more! My happiness was supreme! The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Some few inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. Even a search had been instituted—but of course nothing was to be discovered. I looked upon my future felicity as secured. Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous investigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment whatever. The officers bade me accompany them in their search. They left no nook or corner unexplored. At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar. I quivered not in a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisfied and prepared to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness. "Gentlemen," I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, "I delight to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more courtesy. By the bye, gentlemen, this—this is a very well constructed house." [In the rabid desire to say something easily, I scarcely knew what I uttered at all.]—"I may say an excellently well constructed house. These walls—are you going, gentlemen?—these walls are solidly put together;" and here, through the mere phrenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick-work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom. But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch-Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb!—by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman—a howl—a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation. Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the opposite wall. For one instant the party upon the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror and of awe. In the next, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!
The Black Cat By Edgar Allen Poe
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Sarail on September 25, 2012, 09:44:50 AM
Whoa.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Glad0s on September 25, 2012, 10:20:26 AM
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century–and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed–this was the page at which the favorite volume always opened:
ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH-HALL. Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791.
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth–"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the usual terms: how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale–serving the office of High Sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto: "Principal seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset," and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:
Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter. Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.
His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.–She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.–Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance.–Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation.–Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters' sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way;–she was only Anne.
To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.
A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her, (so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own); there could be nothing in them now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work. All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth; for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably.
It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth; still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago; and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fool, for thinking himself and Elizabeth as blooming as ever, amidst the wreck of the good looks of every body else; for he could plainly see how old all the rest of his family and acquaintance were growing. Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting; and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him.
Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball of credit which a scanty neighbourhood afforded; and thirteen springs shewn their blossoms, as she travelled up to London with her father, for a few weeks annual enjoyment of the great world. She had the remembrance of all this; she had the consciousness of being nine-and-twenty, to give her some regrets and some apprehensions. She was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever; but she felt her approach to the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth; but now she liked it not. Always to be presented with the date of her own birth, and see no marriage follow but that of a youngest sister, made the book an evil; and more than once, when her father had left it open on the table near her, had she closed it, with averted eyes, and pushed it away.
She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as soon as she had known him to be, in the event of her having no brother, the future baronet, meant to marry him; and her father had always meant that she should. He had not been known to them as a boy, but soon after Lady Elliot's death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making allowance for the modest drawing back of youth; and in one of their spring excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom, Mr. Elliot had been forced into the introduction.
He was at that time a very young man, just engaged in the study of the law; and Elizabeth found him extremely agreeable, and every plan in his favour was confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of and expected all the rest of the year; but he never came. The following spring he was seen again in town, found equally agreeable, again encouraged, invited and expected, and again he did not come; and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing his fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot, he had purchased independence by uniting himself to a rich woman of inferior birth.
Sir Walter has resented it. As the head of the house, he felt that he ought to have been consulted, especially after taking the young man so publicly by the hand: "For they must have been seen together," he observed, "once at Tattersal's, and twice in the lobby of the House of Commons." His disapprobation was expressed, but apparently very little regarded. Mr. Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased.
This very awkward history of Mr. Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father's heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him, a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z, whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time, (the summer of 1814,) wearing black ribbons for his wife, she could not admit him to be worth thinking of again. The disgrace of his first marriage might, perhaps, as there was no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspring, have been got over, had he not done worse; but he had, as by the accustomary intervention of kind friends they had been informed, spoken most disrespectfully of them all, most slightingly and contemptuously of the very blood he belonged to, and the honours which were hereafter to be his own. This could not be pardoned.
Such were Elizabeth Elliot's sentiments and sensations; such the cares to alloy, the agitations to vary, the sameness and the elegance, the prosperity and the nothingness of her scene of life–such the feelings to give interest to a long, uneventful residence in one country circle, to fill the vacancies which there were no habits of utility abroad, no talents or accomplishments for home, to occupy.
But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the unwelcome hints of Mr. Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch property was good, but not equal to Sir Walter's apprehension of the state required in its possessor. While Lady Elliot lived, there had been method, moderation, and economy, which had just kept him within his income; but with her had died all such right-mindedness, and from that period he had been constantly exceeding it. It had not been possible for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter Elliot was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he was, he was not only growing dreadfully in debt, but was hearing of it so often, that it became vain to attempt concealing it longer, even partially, from his daughter. He had given her some hints of it the last spring in town; he had gone so far even as to say, "Can we retrench? does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?"–and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy: to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new-furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom. But these measures, however good in themselves, were insufficient for the real extent of the evil, the whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged to confess to her soon afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-used and unfortunate, as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity, or relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.
There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of; but had every acre been alienable, it would have made no difference. He had condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power, but he would never condescend to sell. No; he would never disgrace his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be transmitted whole and entire, as he had received it.
Their two confidential friends, Mr. Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring market town, and Lady Russell, were called to advise them; and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving the loss of any indulgence of taste or pride.
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Post by: Glad0s on September 25, 2012, 10:21:13 AM
I think his was longer. Damn.
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Post by: Fatty The Hutt on September 25, 2012, 11:36:08 AM
That's the one upside Wii U owners might have by having region encoding: you don't have to deal with the reverse importation paranoia that PS3 and 360 owners (because their games often get ported to PS3) have to deal with now, where finished games like Anarchy Reigns get delayed a year so Japanese consumers have no importation option (or where anime like Persona 4 Arena gets a relatively shoddy release on BluRay in NA so the Japanese BluRays still retain their overpriced value).
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Post by: broodwars on September 25, 2012, 12:18:48 PM
That's the one upside Wii U owners might have by having region encoding: you don't have to deal with the reverse importation paranoia that PS3 and 360 owners (because their games often get ported to PS3) have to deal with now, where finished games like Anarchy Reigns get delayed a year so Japanese consumers have no importation option (or where anime like Persona 4 Arena gets a relatively shoddy release on BluRay in NA so the Japanese BluRays still retain their overpriced value).
I think of it more as "there's one less piece of paranoid B.S. Japanese companies can put you through" than "defending" region locking.
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Post by: Tlon on September 25, 2012, 12:37:22 PM
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century–and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed–this was the page at which the favorite volume always opened:
ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH-HALL. Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791.
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth–"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the usual terms: how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale–serving the office of High Sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto: "Principal seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset," and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:
Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter. Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.
His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.–She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.–Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance.–Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation.–Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters' sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way;–she was only Anne.
To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.
A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her, (so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own); there could be nothing in them now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work. All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth; for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably.
It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth; still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago; and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fool, for thinking himself and Elizabeth as blooming as ever, amidst the wreck of the good looks of every body else; for he could plainly see how old all the rest of his family and acquaintance were growing. Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting; and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him.
Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball of credit which a scanty neighbourhood afforded; and thirteen springs shewn their blossoms, as she travelled up to London with her father, for a few weeks annual enjoyment of the great world. She had the remembrance of all this; she had the consciousness of being nine-and-twenty, to give her some regrets and some apprehensions. She was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever; but she felt her approach to the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth; but now she liked it not. Always to be presented with the date of her own birth, and see no marriage follow but that of a youngest sister, made the book an evil; and more than once, when her father had left it open on the table near her, had she closed it, with averted eyes, and pushed it away.
She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as soon as she had known him to be, in the event of her having no brother, the future baronet, meant to marry him; and her father had always meant that she should. He had not been known to them as a boy, but soon after Lady Elliot's death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making allowance for the modest drawing back of youth; and in one of their spring excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom, Mr. Elliot had been forced into the introduction.
He was at that time a very young man, just engaged in the study of the law; and Elizabeth found him extremely agreeable, and every plan in his favour was confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of and expected all the rest of the year; but he never came. The following spring he was seen again in town, found equally agreeable, again encouraged, invited and expected, and again he did not come; and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing his fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot, he had purchased independence by uniting himself to a rich woman of inferior birth.
Sir Walter has resented it. As the head of the house, he felt that he ought to have been consulted, especially after taking the young man so publicly by the hand: "For they must have been seen together," he observed, "once at Tattersal's, and twice in the lobby of the House of Commons." His disapprobation was expressed, but apparently very little regarded. Mr. Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased.
This very awkward history of Mr. Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father's heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him, a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z, whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time, (the summer of 1814,) wearing black ribbons for his wife, she could not admit him to be worth thinking of again. The disgrace of his first marriage might, perhaps, as there was no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspring, have been got over, had he not done worse; but he had, as by the accustomary intervention of kind friends they had been informed, spoken most disrespectfully of them all, most slightingly and contemptuously of the very blood he belonged to, and the honours which were hereafter to be his own. This could not be pardoned.
Such were Elizabeth Elliot's sentiments and sensations; such the cares to alloy, the agitations to vary, the sameness and the elegance, the prosperity and the nothingness of her scene of life–such the feelings to give interest to a long, uneventful residence in one country circle, to fill the vacancies which there were no habits of utility abroad, no talents or accomplishments for home, to occupy.
But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the unwelcome hints of Mr. Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch property was good, but not equal to Sir Walter's apprehension of the state required in its possessor. While Lady Elliot lived, there had been method, moderation, and economy, which had just kept him within his income; but with her had died all such right-mindedness, and from that period he had been constantly exceeding it. It had not been possible for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter Elliot was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he was, he was not only growing dreadfully in debt, but was hearing of it so often, that it became vain to attempt concealing it longer, even partially, from his daughter. He had given her some hints of it the last spring in town; he had gone so far even as to say, "Can we retrench? does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?"–and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy: to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new-furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom. But these measures, however good in themselves, were insufficient for the real extent of the evil, the whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged to confess to her soon afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-used and unfortunate, as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity, or relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.
There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of; but had every acre been alienable, it would have made no difference. He had condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power, but he would never condescend to sell. No; he would never disgrace his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be transmitted whole and entire, as he had received it.
Their two confidential friends, Mr. Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring market town, and Lady Russell, were called to advise them; and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving the loss of any indulgence of taste or pride.
Interesting Read.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Fatty The Hutt on September 25, 2012, 12:40:55 PM
That's the one upside Wii U owners might have by having region encoding: you don't have to deal with the reverse importation paranoia that PS3 and 360 owners (because their games often get ported to PS3) have to deal with now, where finished games like Anarchy Reigns get delayed a year so Japanese consumers have no importation option (or where anime like Persona 4 Arena gets a relatively shoddy release on BluRay in NA so the Japanese BluRays still retain their overpriced value).
I think of it more as "there's one less piece of paranoid B.S. Japanese companies can put you through" than "defending" region locking.
And here I thought you could take a joke. Silly me. I actually thought you'd react more strongly to the implication that you were some kind of Wii U-defending Nintendo fanboy when you've actually been highly critical of the Wii U of late.
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Post by: ShyGuy on September 25, 2012, 12:56:16 PM
Skullgirls is the Conduit of fighting games.
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Post by: broodwars on September 25, 2012, 01:01:19 PM
I actually thought you'd react more strongly to the implication that you were some kind of Wii U-defending Nintendo fanboy when you've actually been highly critical of the Wii U of late.
Considering how often I'm accused of being a PS3-defending Sony fanboy (or at the very least being "anti-Nintendo"), I've long since stopped caring about insinuations of fanboyism for anything that isn't Beast Wars; the original Valkyria Chronicles; or Chrono Trigger. :cool;
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Post by: ShyGuy on September 25, 2012, 01:30:33 PM
Man, Beast Wars was amazing. It was a kid's cartoon that was actually as good as people think My Little Pony is.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on September 25, 2012, 05:47:59 PM
Yeah broodwars has been talking a lot of **** about Nintendo, and it has been putting me in the difficult position of sometimes agreeing with my forum nemesis!
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century–and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed–this was the page at which the favorite volume always opened:
ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH-HALL. Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791.
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth–"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the usual terms: how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale–serving the office of High Sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto: "Principal seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset," and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:
Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter. Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.
His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.–She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.–Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance.–Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation.–Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters' sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way;–she was only Anne.
To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.
A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her, (so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own); there could be nothing in them now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work. All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth; for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably.
It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth; still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago; and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fool, for thinking himself and Elizabeth as blooming as ever, amidst the wreck of the good looks of every body else; for he could plainly see how old all the rest of his family and acquaintance were growing. Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting; and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him.
Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball of credit which a scanty neighbourhood afforded; and thirteen springs shewn their blossoms, as she travelled up to London with her father, for a few weeks annual enjoyment of the great world. She had the remembrance of all this; she had the consciousness of being nine-and-twenty, to give her some regrets and some apprehensions. She was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever; but she felt her approach to the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth; but now she liked it not. Always to be presented with the date of her own birth, and see no marriage follow but that of a youngest sister, made the book an evil; and more than once, when her father had left it open on the table near her, had she closed it, with averted eyes, and pushed it away.
She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as soon as she had known him to be, in the event of her having no brother, the future baronet, meant to marry him; and her father had always meant that she should. He had not been known to them as a boy, but soon after Lady Elliot's death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making allowance for the modest drawing back of youth; and in one of their spring excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom, Mr. Elliot had been forced into the introduction.
He was at that time a very young man, just engaged in the study of the law; and Elizabeth found him extremely agreeable, and every plan in his favour was confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of and expected all the rest of the year; but he never came. The following spring he was seen again in town, found equally agreeable, again encouraged, invited and expected, and again he did not come; and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing his fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot, he had purchased independence by uniting himself to a rich woman of inferior birth.
Sir Walter has resented it. As the head of the house, he felt that he ought to have been consulted, especially after taking the young man so publicly by the hand: "For they must have been seen together," he observed, "once at Tattersal's, and twice in the lobby of the House of Commons." His disapprobation was expressed, but apparently very little regarded. Mr. Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased.
This very awkward history of Mr. Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father's heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him, a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z, whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time, (the summer of 1814,) wearing black ribbons for his wife, she could not admit him to be worth thinking of again. The disgrace of his first marriage might, perhaps, as there was no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspring, have been got over, had he not done worse; but he had, as by the accustomary intervention of kind friends they had been informed, spoken most disrespectfully of them all, most slightingly and contemptuously of the very blood he belonged to, and the honours which were hereafter to be his own. This could not be pardoned.
Such were Elizabeth Elliot's sentiments and sensations; such the cares to alloy, the agitations to vary, the sameness and the elegance, the prosperity and the nothingness of her scene of life–such the feelings to give interest to a long, uneventful residence in one country circle, to fill the vacancies which there were no habits of utility abroad, no talents or accomplishments for home, to occupy.
But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the unwelcome hints of Mr. Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch property was good, but not equal to Sir Walter's apprehension of the state required in its possessor. While Lady Elliot lived, there had been method, moderation, and economy, which had just kept him within his income; but with her had died all such right-mindedness, and from that period he had been constantly exceeding it. It had not been possible for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter Elliot was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he was, he was not only growing dreadfully in debt, but was hearing of it so often, that it became vain to attempt concealing it longer, even partially, from his daughter. He had given her some hints of it the last spring in town; he had gone so far even as to say, "Can we retrench? does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?"–and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy: to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new-furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom. But these measures, however good in themselves, were insufficient for the real extent of the evil, the whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged to confess to her soon afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-used and unfortunate, as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity, or relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.
There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of; but had every acre been alienable, it would have made no difference. He had condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power, but he would never condescend to sell. No; he would never disgrace his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be transmitted whole and entire, as he had received it.
Their two confidential friends, Mr. Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring market town, and Lady Russell, were called to advise them; and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving the loss of any indulgence of taste or pride.
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Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Shaymin on September 25, 2012, 06:33:33 PM
It used to be frustrating. Then sad. Now it's just plain funny. Every time Mr. Ty Shughart tries to flush all my hopes and dreams down the toilet, like clockwork, his pals defend that sort of thrasonical behavior. Before I begin talking about specifics, let me just mention that he claims to have read somewhere that an open party with unlimited access to alcohol can't possibly outgrow the host's ability to manage the crowd. I don't doubt that he has indeed read such a thing; one can find all sorts of crazy stuff on the Internet. More reliable sources, however, tend to agree that if Mr. Shughart's plan to subvert existing lines of power and information is to be discouraged then the wisest course of action is to give our propaganda fighters an instrument that is very much needed at this time. Before we start down that road I ought to remind you that his sole aspiration is apparently to usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times. You don't need to be the smartest guy on the planet to figure that out. Heck, even the lowliest Joe Six-Pack knows that we must highlight all of the problems with Mr. Shughart's peevish ramblings. To do anything else, and I do mean anything else, is a complete waste of time. The crabby aspect of Mr. Shughart's nostrums will create a stir between unconscionable wonks and the iracund public at large. I kid you not. Mr. Shughart has declared that he's staging a revolt against everyone who dares to lend support to the thesis that to the extent that my own age and health will permit, I will extend the compass of democracy to jaundiced, filthy weirdos. Mr. Shughart is revolting all right; the very sight of him turns my stomach. All kidding aside, he uses highfalutin terms like "overintellectualization" and "anthropophysiography" to conceal his plans to create an ideological climate that will enable him to cast dissent as treason and criticism as espionage. In this scheme of his, a mass of grandiloquent words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outlines and covering up all the details. We become unable to see that if you're not part of the solution then you're part of the problem. By toning down his indiscretions, many more people are exposed to Mr. Shughart's doolally, foolhardy message, convinced by his passion, and seduced by his simplistic answers to complex social problems. Having no desire to belabor this subject, I'll just say that every time Mr. Shughart tries, he gets increasingly successful in his attempts to advocate his barbs amid a hue and cry as uncompanionable as it is raving. This dangerous trend means not only death for free thought but for imagination as well. Those of you who thought that Mr. Shughart was finally going to leave us alone are in for a big surprise because Mr. Shughart recently announced his plans to pamper the most ostentatious schlumps I've ever seen. Were he alive today, Hideki Tojo would be his most trustworthy ally. I can see Tojo joining forces with Mr. Shughart to help him demonize my family and friends. Look, his fixation with truculent luftmenschen is heinous. If you doubt this, just ask around. Mr. Shughart is hooked on designer victimology but fails to notice the real victims: the entire next generation. He doesn't want us to know about his plans to create a desolation and call it peace. Otherwise, we might do something about that. While perhaps offensive to some readers, only a direct quote can fully convey the blasphemous nature and content of Mr. Shughart's excuses: "Attention, stooges! Your orders are to stigmatize any and all attempts to provide people the wherewithal to force Mr. Shughart into early retirement, and to do so at any cost." Speaking of xenophobic, pretentious punks, on several occasions I have heard him state that we can all live together happily without laws, like the members of some 1960s-style dope-smoking commune. I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a comment. What I consider far more important though is that I wonder if Mr. Shughart really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? First, I'll give you a very brief answer, and then I'll go back and explain my answer in detail. As for the brief answer, Mr. Shughart is driving me nuts. I can't take it anymore! My cause is to work together towards a shared vision. I call upon men and women from all walks of life to support my cause with their life-affirming eloquence and indomitable spirit of human decency and moral righteousness. Only then will the whole world realize that there's a lot of daylight between Mr. Shughart's views and mine. He believes that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future while I personally allege that he who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. Of course, people like Mr. Shughart who do in fact perpetrate evil make our lives a living hell. Mr. Shughart's current aspiration is to control Web content that he deems politically or morally objectionable. I'd call that the most disdainful idea in Mr. Shughart's long history of disdainful ideas. It's the sort of idea that draws attention to how it's debatable whether by following his suggestions, we have become such poor caretakers of the tree of liberty that it has wilted and is sagging dangerously close to the ground. However, no one can disagree that Mr. Shughart is frightened that we might focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of an abhorrent agenda. That's why he's trying so hard to prevent whistleblowers from reporting that he spouts all types of puffery about his moral vigor. Well, sure, Mr. Shughart has somehow found the fortitude to endure our ongoing humiliation and discomfort at the hands of his henchmen, but the larger point is that he not only lies but brags about his lying to his hirelings. Someone needs to give Mr. Shughart condign punishment. Who's going to do it? Mr. Shughart? I think not. If Mr. Shughart continues to muster enough force to belittle all fine social standards, the result can be a tone-deafness, a cluelessness, on matters that are at the center of experience for vast segments of the population. Armed only with a white shirt, pocket protector, slide rule, thick glasses, and some other neat stuff, I have determined that his goal is to cause riots in the streets. How vagarious is that? How uncontrollable? How humorless? The truth hurts, doesn't it, Mr. Shughart? He and his deputies are refractory defalcators. This is not set down in complaint against them but merely as analysis. While some information provided by his helpers may be factual, other material is unsubstantiated rumor or impractical traducements. Mr. Shughart has a vested interest in maintaining the myths that keep his gang loyal to him. His principal myth is that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. The truth is that Mr. Shughart should unequivocally heed Cicero's advice, "Appetitus rationi pareat." (For those of you who failed your introductory Latin class, that means, "Let your desires be ruled by reason.") Isn't it interesting which questions he dodges and what tangents he goes off on? Those dodges and tangents make me think that I've heard numerous complaints about his behavior. Many people I've talked to have complained that Mr. Shughart comports himself like a filthy pig, heedless of all needs but his own. Among these needs the paramount one seems to be the need to legitimate irresponsibility, laziness, and infidelity. This backs up my point that he uses obscure words like "microclimatological" and "plethysmographically" to conceal his agenda to extirpate the very things that I clearly cherish. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That's why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that Mr. Shughart's claim that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. A final word: Mr. Ty Shughart's shenanigans are wrong for the same reason that drug use, adultery, lust, murder, and lying are wrong.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: ShyGuy on September 25, 2012, 08:30:42 PM
MISTER SUGAR HEART
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Glad0s on September 25, 2012, 09:46:51 PM
Y'know, I would write some long, rambling fake-literary post about SUPER and SMYN, but eh, I'm too lazy, and he probably wouldn't even read it. That is, if he IS the same SUPER.
THUH RUN-DOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNN
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Lithium on September 25, 2012, 09:52:28 PM
I have been hearing from the internets real complaints about this launch lineup and I must tell everyone complaining are you CRAZY!!!!
This is literally the best launch line up day one of any system.
Yes, there are ports coming out on the system...but there are also plenty of new games, and games to fit all genres and all gaming audiences.
The more I think about this launch lineup the more I think Nintendo will have a good chance of starting strong and staying strong...and when people cry but you can buy those same games on the current systems...yes, you can...some of them, but you also don't get a shiny new system with new controller, and a next generation system...all system launches have some ports of old games...it happens.
But a system launching day one with 20+ games is terrific...and if they get even more than that...amazing.
I love Spak Spang and he's been around forever, but bless his heart, he is the king of awful white noise posting right now. Also constant ellipses.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on September 26, 2012, 04:15:00 AM
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt, as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century–and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed–this was the page at which the favorite volume always opened:
ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH-HALL. Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791.
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth–"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the usual terms: how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale–serving the office of High Sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto: "Principal seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset," and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:
Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter. Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.
His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.–She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.–Three girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to bequeath; an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible, deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance.–Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walter's continuing in singleness requires explanation.–Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters' sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother's rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way;–she was only Anne.
To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again.
A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her, (so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own); there could be nothing in them now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem. He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in any other page of his favourite work. All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth; for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably.
It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth; still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago; and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fool, for thinking himself and Elizabeth as blooming as ever, amidst the wreck of the good looks of every body else; for he could plainly see how old all the rest of his family and acquaintance were growing. Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting; and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him.
Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball of credit which a scanty neighbourhood afforded; and thirteen springs shewn their blossoms, as she travelled up to London with her father, for a few weeks annual enjoyment of the great world. She had the remembrance of all this; she had the consciousness of being nine-and-twenty, to give her some regrets and some apprehensions. She was fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever; but she felt her approach to the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth; but now she liked it not. Always to be presented with the date of her own birth, and see no marriage follow but that of a youngest sister, made the book an evil; and more than once, when her father had left it open on the table near her, had she closed it, with averted eyes, and pushed it away.
She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as soon as she had known him to be, in the event of her having no brother, the future baronet, meant to marry him; and her father had always meant that she should. He had not been known to them as a boy, but soon after Lady Elliot's death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making allowance for the modest drawing back of youth; and in one of their spring excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom, Mr. Elliot had been forced into the introduction.
He was at that time a very young man, just engaged in the study of the law; and Elizabeth found him extremely agreeable, and every plan in his favour was confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of and expected all the rest of the year; but he never came. The following spring he was seen again in town, found equally agreeable, again encouraged, invited and expected, and again he did not come; and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing his fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot, he had purchased independence by uniting himself to a rich woman of inferior birth.
Sir Walter has resented it. As the head of the house, he felt that he ought to have been consulted, especially after taking the young man so publicly by the hand: "For they must have been seen together," he observed, "once at Tattersal's, and twice in the lobby of the House of Commons." His disapprobation was expressed, but apparently very little regarded. Mr. Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased.
This very awkward history of Mr. Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father's heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him, a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot's eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A to Z, whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time, (the summer of 1814,) wearing black ribbons for his wife, she could not admit him to be worth thinking of again. The disgrace of his first marriage might, perhaps, as there was no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspring, have been got over, had he not done worse; but he had, as by the accustomary intervention of kind friends they had been informed, spoken most disrespectfully of them all, most slightingly and contemptuously of the very blood he belonged to, and the honours which were hereafter to be his own. This could not be pardoned.
Such were Elizabeth Elliot's sentiments and sensations; such the cares to alloy, the agitations to vary, the sameness and the elegance, the prosperity and the nothingness of her scene of life–such the feelings to give interest to a long, uneventful residence in one country circle, to fill the vacancies which there were no habits of utility abroad, no talents or accomplishments for home, to occupy.
But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the unwelcome hints of Mr. Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch property was good, but not equal to Sir Walter's apprehension of the state required in its possessor. While Lady Elliot lived, there had been method, moderation, and economy, which had just kept him within his income; but with her had died all such right-mindedness, and from that period he had been constantly exceeding it. It had not been possible for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter Elliot was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he was, he was not only growing dreadfully in debt, but was hearing of it so often, that it became vain to attempt concealing it longer, even partially, from his daughter. He had given her some hints of it the last spring in town; he had gone so far even as to say, "Can we retrench? does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?"–and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of economy: to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new-furnishing the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom. But these measures, however good in themselves, were insufficient for the real extent of the evil, the whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged to confess to her soon afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-used and unfortunate, as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity, or relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.
There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of; but had every acre been alienable, it would have made no difference. He had condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power, but he would never condescend to sell. No; he would never disgrace his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be transmitted whole and entire, as he had received it.
Their two confidential friends, Mr. Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring market town, and Lady Russell, were called to advise them; and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving the loss of any indulgence of taste or pride.
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU.
Anne Elliot FTW!!!!
HERE (http://www.jasna.org/persuasions/printed/number15/thomsen.htm)! Educate yourself!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on September 27, 2012, 01:34:13 AM
Yes I love Stone Cold Jane Austen
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: oohhboy on September 27, 2012, 05:33:42 AM
WHAT THE FLYING ****.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Fatty The Hutt on September 27, 2012, 10:17:44 AM
I have been hearing from the internets real complaints about this launch lineup and I must tell everyone complaining are you CRAZY!!!!
This is literally the best launch line up day one of any system.
Yes, there are ports coming out on the system...but there are also plenty of new games, and games to fit all genres and all gaming audiences.
The more I think about this launch lineup the more I think Nintendo will have a good chance of starting strong and staying strong...and when people cry but you can buy those same games on the current systems...yes, you can...some of them, but you also don't get a shiny new system with new controller, and a next generation system...all system launches have some ports of old games...it happens.
But a system launching day one with 20+ games is terrific...and if they get even more than that...amazing.
I love Spak Spang and he's been around forever, but bless his heart, he is the king of awful white noise posting right now. Also constant ellipses.
The irony of Ty's above-quoted post is as delicious as cream cheese frosting.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on October 23, 2012, 04:06:23 AM
Didn't Nintendo say they aren't trying to make something comparable to X-Box Live and PSN? Looks like to me they are surpassing it with all the free social features. More than anything this has me most excited!
I do wonder if Nintendo will continue with the friend codes thing., because I think there's a good reason to continue like that.
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I think Nintendo has the right idea where they moderate all public messages. I'm also hoping they have tighter reigns on communications between users
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Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Crimm on October 23, 2012, 05:05:21 PM
I hope they have a feature in the internet browser that filters out anything negative said about Nintendo or any of the things I like.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Glad0s on October 25, 2012, 08:27:18 PM
Sure, they can easily filter text, but audio? I wonder if Nintendo will hire someone to go through and bleep out any negative things said about on them on podcasts.
Jonny: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Nintendo! (2 hours of bleeping) (Squeaky harmonica music)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on November 06, 2012, 07:32:06 AM
in: Miyamoto Thinks Wii U-to-3DS Connectivity Could Be Too Complicated
Meh, they've already got connectivity elements from Gamecube working on both Wii U and 3DS, and without the need of another system. They need not bother. :D
Welcome to the forum, new poster TooManyToasters! Please leave! :)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Glad0s on November 06, 2012, 10:25:46 AM
Meh, they've already got connectivity elements from Gamecube working on both Wii U and 3DS, and without the need of another system. They need not bother. :D
Welcome to the forum, new poster TooManyToasters! Please leave! :)
There are so many things wrong with that statement, it ain't even funny. Oh wait, it is.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: AnGer on November 06, 2012, 03:10:39 PM
I do not even understand that statement.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stogi on November 06, 2012, 03:48:57 PM
I don't see anything wrong with it unless the Wii U doesn't allow for more than one GP.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Glad0s on November 09, 2012, 10:13:08 AM
What does the GameCube have to do with the 3DS?!??!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on November 09, 2012, 10:24:53 AM
I believe he's arguing that those systems having a second screen is an implementation of some of the ideas of connectivity, which is true to a point, though far more so in the case of the Wii U.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on February 09, 2013, 05:43:39 AM
Internet bullying thread is back and AnGer is about to lose his lunch money because he likes region locking!
While many people may regard this as bullshit, I do not consider it a bad idea, because it is (from my p.o.v.) easier to make an appointment for a match if you all live in the same timezone (or close timezones).
See you after school :evil;
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on February 09, 2013, 07:02:09 AM
I feel sorry for the person later in that thread who somehow still believes an internet petition can have any effect on anything at all. It's literally worse than doing nothing.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: AnGer on February 15, 2013, 05:50:12 AM
While many people may regard this as bullshit, I do not consider it a bad idea, because it is (from my p.o.v.) easier to make an appointment for a match if you all live in the same timezone (or close timezones).
See you after school :evil;
Always made my own lunch, no money to lose there. 8)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: RABicle on February 15, 2013, 11:50:10 AM
One of the contributors to my web blogs pretty much beelieves that Nintendo's missteps are carefully orchestrated plots to lull Sony into a false sense of security or something.
Have we found ayone defending the Virtual Console situation yet?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on February 15, 2013, 06:16:49 PM
I'm pretty sure there have been people here defending Nintendo's Virtual Console policies.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on April 27, 2013, 10:51:41 AM
Virtual Console owns, I love spending $5-$10 on ROMs with no enhancements whatsoever
MEANWHILE
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Why the E3 Snub Is What We Should All Want (http://www.nintendoworldreport.com/forums/index.php?topic=41336.0)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: AnGer on May 05, 2013, 04:57:28 AM
i'm still one to believe the Wii will last throughout this year, and maybe even the next. It deserves to have a longer life span than the GameCube.
Depends on what he means by "last". If he means that we'll see Wii consoles taking up shelf space at Target/Walmart/Best Buy through the end of this year, he's probably not far off. Places can't get rid of them around my area.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on May 15, 2013, 11:24:00 PM
Nintendo doesn't need EA, honestly. I'll buy a PS4 and play EA games on there. They've never supported Nintendo before, so why would we expect them to now? As long as Ubisoft continues support for the Wii U I'll be happy, although I'm pretty sure Zombi2 will be multiplatform.
This is just like Activision hating on Nintendo; we don't need them.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on May 22, 2013, 04:23:36 AM
I've been waiting for this
Quote from: Justin Baker
That's why I love Nintendo, they may not have as many features but they keep it simple.
hahahahahahahah
Quote from: Neil Ronaghan
And man oh man, the name Xbox One might be stupider than Wii U. And Wii U is colossally confusing.
Things that I have learned from the Xbox One reveal:
The name "Wii U" is not the dumbest name for a video game console.
When EA claims to have an unprecedented partnership with you it might be a sign that they will double cross you in the future.
Most consumers will think that "Xbox One" refers to the original Xbox system.
Nintendo Land was a better presentation that motion captured dogs ( and that is saying a whole lot).
Sales will be slower due to DRM.
It makes me more confident for Nintendo and the Wii's future.
Microsoft will probably go bankrupt.
lol No matter how bad the X1 will be, it won't make the Wii U good, guys.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on May 22, 2013, 10:20:27 AM
It'll make it look good in comparison. That isn't the fanboy talking, dude. Just look at any major news site (especially ones like Kotaku that are notoriously against Nintendo) and they say the same thing.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: S-U-P-E-R on May 22, 2013, 10:40:42 AM
It'll make it look good in comparison. That isn't the fanboy talking, dude. Just look at any major news site (especially ones like Kotaku that are notoriously against Nintendo) and they say the same thing.
"Looking" good is different from "being" good. Maybe it's true for the PS4 but the Wii U is a wet turd and I regret every day that I own one.
Also implying that I should look at major video game news sites? No thanks, I am a perfect golden videogame god and I know better than all of them put together.
Now is the time to double down on cynicism, hide in a bunker with last-gen games, and hope to god somebody still makes good video games after the impending b-ball cyberpocalypse.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on May 22, 2013, 02:09:42 PM
I can never tell where your sarcasm begins and ends.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on May 22, 2013, 04:56:59 PM
Holy ****, they actually managed to surpass Brawls reveal. Snake can go **** himself, Megaman's the real deal. Never in a million years would I have expected them to actually get the Classic Megaman but they did. My guess is Sakurai must have really wanted him in the end because I doubt Capcom would have asked for this when they couldn't even put him in their own crossover fighter Marvel vs Capcom 3.
It wasn't bad but geez, calm down kid
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 24, 2013, 10:52:50 PM
Maybe if they added WALUGI! Itwould WORK!!! p.s people say Waluigi is gay, but think about it wario's brother is a corny one but Nintendo does corny better than anyone look at twinkle from the lengend of zelda and wario himself! quite frankly i think the Wario Bros beat their rivals anyday! :cool;
or any other post of his tbh
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 12:13:03 AM
Mop it up, are you talking about hardware specs, or hardware design? Besides the pin connector issues with the original new, Nintendo console hardware has always been reliable. Can't speak for handhelds though.
Are you sure no one knows better handhelds then Nintendo! ahem.. PSP doesn't even come close in sales!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on July 29, 2013, 12:54:43 AM
Uh, he's right. Nintendo fucking rules at handhelds.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 08:08:42 AM
but they aren't perfect as he makes them out to be, ds hinge problems hello
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 01:45:38 PM
Every electronics device has some failure rates. The hinge problem on the DS was rare and not something many people experienced.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 01:51:53 PM
Incorrect, it is a hardware design flaw and every DS and DS Lite is susceptible to it (at least until they fixed the issue, if they ever did). Just like the RROD and YLOD with Xbox 360 and PS3 respectively, they are both due to design flaws which will make them occur through normal use (until the PS3 Slim and Jasper XBox 360 units). Just because you have a system that doesn't have the issue doesn't mean you can't or won't.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 01:54:23 PM
It's a rare defect that few people suffered from. You could get it, but it's not a design flaw and not something more than a handful of people had happen to them.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 01:54:55 PM
Define handful, because I've had at least 50-75 people in my shop with them.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 02:03:14 PM
A repair shop having people come in for repairs, strange. And I am sure NONE of them broke the hinge through their own carelessness. :rolleyes:
And failure rates for devices vary depending on the type of device, but an example of the iPod Touch is 15% need to be repaired. Even on the low end (TVs) it is 6-8%. The DS (including DS Lite, DSi, and DSi XL) sold over 150 million. 6% of that is 9 million. I know that would not be just the hinge, but I bet the failure rate of the system is far less than that.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 29, 2013, 02:07:01 PM
What exactly are you basing your claim that it was rare on? I've seen widespread reports of it from a lot of places, and while that's only anecdotal evidence, it's still better than the absolutely nothing you seem to be basing your claim on.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 02:08:38 PM
I also see widespread reports online of people loving Community, but we know that is not accurate.
People who have problems are gonna be more vocal than those who don't have problems.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 29, 2013, 02:11:26 PM
Do not bring that Community vs. Big Bang Theory discussion in here. That needs to go away forum-wide, as it derails discussion way too frequently.
And again, what exactly are you basing that on besides your own speculation and assumptions?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 02:15:16 PM
You want to use anecdotal evidence? Fine, the thousands of people onlne I have seen or talked to who had no problems with their systems. Or that no DS owner I have met in person had a problem with their system.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 02:17:29 PM
Do you ask every person you meet online or in person if they own a DS, and if they do, do you ask them if they've ever had a problem? And where are all of these statistics coming from? iPod Touch has a 15% failure rate?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 02:26:35 PM
Do YOU ask every person you meet online or in person if they own a DS, and if they do, do you ask them if they've ever had a problem?
The number of DS's sold is from Nintendo, so that is simple.
As for the iPod failure rate (my bad, not the iPod Touch) was from an older survey than I realized as it was from 2005. It was a survey done by Mac In Touch.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 02:41:25 PM
TJ, lets not get this thread locked as well, we already lost the off topic remarks thread to these little squabbles
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 02:45:47 PM
No, I do not, but I fix a lot of them - or tell people they are better off buying a newer model when they bring in a cracked-hinge DS or DS Lite.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 02:48:25 PM
You want to use anecdotal evidence? Fine, the thousands of people onlne I have seen or talked to who had no problems with their systems. Or that no DS owner I have met in person had a problem with their system.
I have but considering how much use the thing got it was to be expected.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: oohhboy on July 29, 2013, 04:01:25 PM
You want to use anecdotal evidence? Fine, the thousands of people onlne I have seen or talked to who had no problems with their systems. Or that no DS owner I have met in person had a problem with their system.
So TJ said so BS again. GTFO.
Everyone I personally met that had the DSlite had a hinge problem. So based on your criteria 100% of all DS lites are defective. Because I said so.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 04:25:10 PM
ooohboy, I thought your days of being a douche were over? Go away, no one will miss you. Us adults were having a civil conversation, so go back to the kiddie table til you mature.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 29, 2013, 04:40:55 PM
You're really not one to be throwing stones in regard to being liked by the people here.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 04:49:50 PM
That doesn't bother me. I don't go around acting like a douche like oohboy does. The rest of us were having a civil conversation, and he of course jumps in just to insult and attack me. I thought he had learned from his warnings.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 04:57:22 PM
I don't go around acting like a douche like oohboy does.
That could definitely be argued.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on July 29, 2013, 05:15:02 PM
I love sitting at the kiddy table. You get the inside scoop on people's lives and all you have to do is give your little informants something sweet to eat. A lot better than the boring same-old discussions at the grown-up table.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 05:20:36 PM
I love sitting at the kiddy table. You get the inside scoop on people's lives and all you have to do is give your little informants something sweet to eat. A lot better than the boring same-old discussions at the grown-up table.
+1
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on July 29, 2013, 06:47:03 PM
I love sitting at the kiddy table. You get the inside scoop on people's lives and all you have to do is give your little informants something sweet to eat. A lot better than the boring same-old discussions at the grown-up table.
+1
Really? Wow. I'm in shock. I totally did not expect to be awarded that. Oh my gosh. Let's see. I have so many people to thank. Well, first of all, I have to thank my parents for helping support me in reaching this goal for so many years. You've always been there for me when I was feeling down. I should also thank my agent for sticking with me even through the bad posts. I have to thank TJ Spyke for giving me the inspiration to make this and other posts. And of course, oohhboy and UncleBob and NWR_Insanolord for helping to inspire TJ Spyke creating this great snowball effect. Oh my gosh. Who else? Well, I better thank everyone at NWR. I wish I could share this award with you all. Thanks to S-U-P-E-R for getting the Funhouse created in the first place. This is happening because of you man. Billy Berghammer, Louie the Cat, Johnny Metts, Neal Ronaghen, Wandering, stevey, pokepal148, 18 Days, The American, Doctor Video Games, Wanclering, ThePerm. Oh gosh, I'm sure forgetting someone. Oh and they're playing me off. Well, I better just say thank you to anyone I've ever met in life to cover it. Thank you and god bless.
(leaves stage)
Oh shoot! I forgot to thank my wife..........
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on July 29, 2013, 09:42:27 PM
Maybe we could do a poll around here to see who's had the issue. I'm sure UncleBob could speak to how many of his systems have had the problem.
Also, Brandogg, I have to ask: can you speak to any instances of a "design flaw" or any seemingly widespread issue like the DS(lite) hinge that didn't bring a lot of traffic to your repair shop?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 09:45:43 PM
me, my ds lite has been reduced to a gba with extra buttons,
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 29, 2013, 09:46:51 PM
I've had 5 separate DS systems break in 5 different ways, and my second DS (first DS Lite) had the hinge issue. To be fair, the other two never developed it and broke in other ways instead.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on July 29, 2013, 09:49:45 PM
My DS had the issue, but ultimately broke because I fell asleep playing it and rolled over.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 10:01:48 PM
Do YOU ask every person you meet online or in person if they own a DS, and if they do, do you ask them if they've ever had a problem?
The number of DS's sold is from Nintendo, so that is simple.
for the record... so is this. http://www.engadget.com/2006/07/21/nintendo-fesses-up-to-ds-lite-hinge-defect-will-fix-for-free/ (http://www.engadget.com/2006/07/21/nintendo-fesses-up-to-ds-lite-hinge-defect-will-fix-for-free/)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 29, 2013, 10:03:00 PM
I'd love to see how TJ Spyke will respond to that.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 10:06:54 PM
I've got more sources for that story also incase he deems this one unreliable
We should probably get this whole ordeal on a seperate thread just in case things get nasty tbh.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 10:07:19 PM
Read past the headline, its Engadget with headline baiting. Nintendo didn't "fess" up to anything. Nintendo is well known for fixing a lot of things for free. And 0.02% failure rate is so low that it can not be considered widespread. Nintendo likes to have good will with fans, and it's easy to get them to fix hardware for free or cheap because it will make fans stay happy and buy more games.
So, no, that is not Nintendo saying there was a hardware defect. It's Engadget putting words in their mouth in order to bait people into clicking the link. Even read the article, where Nintendo would replace any DS with even just 1 dead pixel (something no other company that makes electronic products would do).
Nice try. But I read the article and not just the headline, so I know Engadget was baiting people in.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Shaymin on July 29, 2013, 10:07:50 PM
This is why Ty confined himself to the Famicast.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 10:42:23 PM
a quick Google search makes 0.02% seem a bit small
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 10:55:17 PM
Like I said people with the problem will be more vocal than those without. And based on how many DS and DS Lites they sold, 0.02% actually seems about right. Look at Xbox 360, where the RRoD was one of the biggest failure rates in games ever and it was 17%.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on July 29, 2013, 11:08:45 PM
Square Trade (http://www.squaretrade.com/htm/pop/lm_failureRates.html) has a page about failure rates, but they're selling insurance (or something like that).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 29, 2013, 11:15:57 PM
Guys, TJ's right. I was reading about this court case the other day that proves what he says is true.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 11:16:58 PM
because admitting that there is a widespread problem with your system worked SO well for Microsoft
Nintendo released that statistic not even 2 months after the DS lite was released in any region that isn't known as the land of the rising sun. considering for most people the problem developed in the span of several months if not years 0.02% seems very slim.
also to put it into perspective basic mathematics (if I'm doing this right) 0.02/100 * 100 2/10,000 ÷ 2 1/5,000
it can thus be concluded that at the very least (if Nintendos statistic is actually accurate which i highly doubt) 1 in 5000 systems developed this issue, a pretty bad blow to nintendos so called gold standard in handhelds
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 29, 2013, 11:19:47 PM
Seriously - I will say this. Nintendo will not fix scratched 3DS screens for free. But they'll fix fix cracked hinges for free?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 11:22:16 PM
well not anymore :/
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 29, 2013, 11:22:27 PM
Guys, TJ's right. I was reading about this court case the other day that proves what he says is true.
you wanna tell me about these 'past cases' ;)
Well, I can't find anything about them right now. Sorry.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 11:38:54 PM
1 in 5000 is also bullshit, if it was 1 in 5000 Nintendo probably wouldn't give two shits. And please tell me where 17% defective XBox 360s comes from, that's not even in the ballpark. I'd say it's most like 17% (again, pre-October 2008 Jasper consoles) that have not had the RRoD.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 29, 2013, 11:45:51 PM
I just want to explain something...
The Xbox 360 gets the Red Ring of Death (and the PS3 gets the Yellow Light of Death) because they were manufactured with lead-free solder, have poor cooling systems, and are allowed to run hotter than they should, and the boards do not have proper standoffs like PCs (and the original Xbox) do. The constant hot/cool cycle causes the lead-free solder to become brittle and crack over time, causing a cold solder joint, which leads means the GPU cannot get power (the RSX chip in the PS3) and you get the 3 flashing red lights (typically with 0102, 0020, 0110 secondary error codes which mean GPU failure, PS3 does not give secondary codes). This is fact. All pre-October 2008 Xbox 360 consoles (and all pre-PS3 Slim consoles) were manufactured with these design flaws, thus every single one is susceptible to failure, and the majority have failed or will fail at some point. Newer Xbox 360 consoles and PS3s have upgraded GPUs which do not run nearly as hot, and are able to withstand more heat than the original models.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 29, 2013, 11:52:26 PM
LOL, you really think more than 1 out of every 5 Xbox 360's manufactured prior to October 2008? That is ludicrous.
As for the DS, maybe it was more than 1 in 5000, but still very low.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:00:48 AM
You think it's ludicrous? Then please explain Microsoft's 3 year warranty specifically for RRoD and E74 (same issue). Oddly enough, it went from November 2005-October 2008, imagine that. They knew what they were doing - they knew exactly why the consoles were failing, and they new the timeline when the 45nm chips would be cheap enough to replace them in all future consoles. It's also the same reason they put the extended GPU heat sink with the heat pipe in their 2007 consoles and refurbished non-HDMI units.
I just explained how and why the RRoD happens, now please tell me how if 100% of the consoles manufactured for 3 years had the same design, that only 17% would fail.
Number of consoles with RRoD manufactured before October 2008 that I've repaired - at least 1,500. Number of consoles manufactured after 2008 (Jasper or Opus motherboard) that have come into our shop with GPU-related RRoD - zero.
We have actually gotten 2 or 3 Xbox 360 "Slim" units with GPU failure as well.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 30, 2013, 12:01:53 AM
Because.
That's why.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 30, 2013, 12:05:23 AM
I just explained how and why the RRoD happens, now please tell me how if 100% of the consoles manufactured for 3 years had the same design, that only 17% would fail.
A crib manufacturer recalled more than 1 million cribs after THREE failed. That is a .000003% failure rate. Microsoft did it to avoid a lawsuit since a lawsuit would be more expensive. Potential for failure doesn't mean failure rate will be high.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:13:14 AM
That is in no way comparable to the Xbox 360, in any way shape or form. That's one of the worst non-explanations for anything I've ever read. If Xbox 360 only had a 17% failure rate then a Google search for Xbox 360 RRoD Repair probably wouldn't have over 5 million results (or what now, 3 out of 1 million). That's more than one result for every failed console.
The Xbox 360 was also not recalled.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 30, 2013, 12:22:42 AM
Really? Trying to use a Google result as evidence? "Wii repair" gets 20 million results, does that mean Wii had four times the failure rate as Xbox 360? Under your logic it does.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:23:38 AM
According to your favorite site, someone who actually worked on the design team said the consoles had a 68% failure rate in their tests. Your favorite also reports that retailers put the console at a 33% failure rate (and they want to actually sell them).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:24:31 AM
No, under my logic it does not, but Wii GPU repair only gets 363,000 results.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:28:48 AM
Now, this certainly isn't scientific, but a Game Informer survey in 2009 puts the XBox 360 at a 54% failure rate (http://blog.seattlepi.com/microsoft/2009/08/19/survey-xbox-360-failure-rate-is-54-2/). I've owned 4 Xbox 360 consoles, 2 of them have gotten RRoD - so 50% of my consoles have died. In fact, much like your "no one with a DS that I know has had any problems" - I don't know a single person that owns the Xbox 360 who has not gotten the RRoD at one point.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 30, 2013, 12:29:43 AM
Wii drive repair gets 11 million. Your logic is flawed.
I've had 2 Xbox 360s and neither failed.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:31:21 AM
Another survey (of 500,000 gamers) puts pre-2008 consoles at above 50% failure.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:32:53 AM
I'm not basing my argument on a google search - but I don't doubt that Wii drive repair would get 3000x the results of Wii GPU repair. That's the only reason people bring Wiis to our shop, I'm sure at least 10% of them have had their drives fail by now (mine did, it doesn't even have a drive anymore).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 30, 2013, 12:37:39 AM
Now, this certainly isn't scientific, but a Game Informer survey in 2009 puts the XBox 360 at a 54% failure rate (http://blog.seattlepi.com/microsoft/2009/08/19/survey-xbox-360-failure-rate-is-54-2/ (http://blog.seattlepi.com/microsoft/2009/08/19/survey-xbox-360-failure-rate-is-54-2/)).
According to your favorite site, someone who actually worked on the design team said the consoles had a 68% failure rate in their tests. Your favorite also reports that retailers put the console at a 33% failure rate (and they want to actually sell them).
You're wasting your time, Brandogg. We're in a world where facts don't matter and the points don't count.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:41:42 AM
That's true. Typical "global warming is a hoax because it's cold right now where I live" argument (not to bring that issue up or putting Mr. Spyke on one side of the issue, just saying).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on July 30, 2013, 12:49:00 AM
You brought up your personal experience, so I made a off hand comment that was the same.
It would be like you saying it's hot most of the time because you sweat so much and me saying I rarely sweat (not the best analogy).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 12:52:22 AM
Just for shits and giggles, 2/6 = 33%. Keep in mind both of my consoles that failed were pre-Jasper units, and just for the benefit of the doubt, I'll say yours say something earlier than October 20, 2008. That puts us at a 50% failure rate chief.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 30, 2013, 12:53:12 AM
He brought up his personal experience, combined with the experience of a multitude of his customers, combined with two different large-sample surveys, and combined with the information from a Microsoft insider that Microsoft then sued in court for leaking confidential info (not false information, mind you - which is the major telling point in that story).
You told us about your two systems.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on July 30, 2013, 10:58:43 PM
I would weight Brandogg's experience over most of our own since he owns a repair shop. His explanation on the design flaw speaks to the core of the issue with the 360 RROD epidemic.
Though, I would say I trust Nintendo's statistic on DS hinges because of the "vocal minority" and my sheer fanboyism.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 30, 2013, 11:01:22 PM
Brandogg is usually a crude asshole who talks out of his ass blatantly trying to offend people, but he knows that kind of hardware stuff better than anyone else here.
Experience > No experience.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on July 30, 2013, 11:03:10 PM
I think his crudeness is part of his charm.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 11:28:12 PM
Brandogg is usually a crude asshole who talks out of his ass blatantly trying to offend people, but he knows that kind of hardware stuff better than anyone else here.
Experience > No experience.
I'm blushing!
I should point out that I don't own the shop, but I am the singular technician for the past 4 years.
Also as off-topic as it seems this thread has gotten, when you think about it, the latest argument actually fits into the idea of the thread incredibly well.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: oohhboy on July 30, 2013, 11:32:56 PM
Brandogg is a crude asshole?! I can't say I have noticed.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on July 30, 2013, 11:44:18 PM
Insano has had it in for me ever since his name turned blue.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: oohhboy on July 30, 2013, 11:46:36 PM
This **** just got political.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on July 30, 2013, 11:47:24 PM
That's not true at all, I've had it in for you way longer than that.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on July 30, 2013, 11:53:19 PM
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: oohhboy on July 31, 2013, 12:01:48 AM
Burn it down?!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Crimm on July 31, 2013, 01:04:43 AM
Where are the fanboys to euthanize?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: UncleBob on July 31, 2013, 01:22:20 AM
In my pants. They're fans of my pants.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Shaymin on August 01, 2013, 06:45:37 AM
Getting back to the original point of this topic, I'm just going to leave this here (http://www.nintendoworldreport.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;area=showposts;u=27351)...
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on August 01, 2013, 10:18:51 AM
Hey! I like Lucariofan99. He's one of the best new posters in awhile. Thanks to him bumping all manner of threads, he's helped make for a little bit of interesting conversations here and there instead of the constant Nintendo President Armchairing and Wii U criticism. Plus, he's fearless and posts in all the forums including the funhouse. Nor as he been put off by the jabs and criticism some people have posted about him. I've applauded him twice because he deserves it. He already has a catchphrase as well.
Ffffooooccccuuuusss Bbbblllllaaaaassssttttt!
It's great! I think August should be Lucariofan99 appreciation month but I guess everyone here is too cynical and apathetic to appreciate such unbridled enthusiasm being shown for enjoying something like videogames.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Dasmos on August 01, 2013, 10:51:10 AM
I like Lucariofan99 and his positivity too. He's a much better poster than someone like pokepal148, who's just horrible.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: lolmonade on August 01, 2013, 03:15:59 PM
It's a rare defect that few people suffered from. You could get it, but it's not a design flaw and not something more than a handful of people had happen to them.
I'll just state that anecdotally, every one of my DSs I've owned (DS Lite, DSI XL, 3DS, 3DS XL) have had a loose hinge.
I may not have a populated study to prove that it's a widespread epidemic, but I think it's a bit dismissive to say it's a rare issue and not a design flaw.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on August 01, 2013, 06:09:05 PM
To paraphrase Steve Jobs "you're obviously just holding it wrong."
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on August 01, 2013, 06:11:56 PM
Um, except this is more like it was a train wreck months ago but every week it's been fixing itself and getting back on track. Ever since E3 it's been nothing but good news about the system. Meanwhile, there has been more bad news about the PS4. Honestly, every week Microsoft gives more reasons to get the Xbox One. It's making me happy to see more reasons for people NOT to buy a PlayStation 4.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on August 16, 2013, 05:00:15 PM
That is not being a fanboy, it's being objective. Since E3, almost every news about Xbox One has been POSITIVE.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on August 16, 2013, 05:06:19 PM
Quote
It's making me happy to see more reasons for people NOT to buy a PlayStation 4.
looks pretty fanboyish to me
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: TJ Spyke on August 16, 2013, 05:23:11 PM
Meh. I'm not a fan of Sony, and there is not enough to convince me to buy their new systems unless they are dirt cheap. I only got a PS3 to use as a Blu-ray Disc player.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BranDonk Kong on August 16, 2013, 09:59:50 PM
And only got a PSP to play pirated games. YOU SHOW THEM WHO'S THE BOSS!
Angeler! Mona! Samanther!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on August 16, 2013, 10:19:47 PM
And how gorgeous is this game? Seriously. It looks better than Uncharted 3.
I cannot believe he said that.
Gorgeous is a relative term. For instance, I wouldn't call your mom gorgeous but I'm sure your father once did...when he was drunk.
Congrats, Stogi. That might just be the lamest comeback in the history of NWR.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stogi on September 04, 2013, 03:12:35 PM
Eh...you put in as much as you get out.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stogi on September 04, 2013, 03:18:46 PM
Besides...I stand by that statement. But then again, I said the same thing about Wind Waker.
No art vs graphics debate, but will Uncharted really stand the test of time? As a game, maybe. As a 'gorgeous' game, I doubt it.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on September 04, 2013, 03:47:34 PM
It will, because it's not going for photorealism. Have you seen the characters in the game? They're highly stylized. They're basically CGI cartoon characters. I also feel like The Last of Us will stand the test of time due to similar factors.
However (this may be my lack of rose-tinted glasses or fanboyism) I cannot stand playing the earlier 3D Mario games, due to them not aging well enough for my taste. I'm sure Galaxy will be no different in the future.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stogi on September 04, 2013, 07:42:38 PM
Time Splitters is highly stylized. Uncharted was definitely going for photo realism. The France area comes to mind.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Wah on September 04, 2013, 07:44:39 PM
Try timesplitters two very good and addictive! On gamecube.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on September 04, 2013, 08:20:51 PM
And I think the Vita is a better system than the 3DS,
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on September 10, 2013, 06:19:40 PM
To be fair, he went into more detail and made a pretty decent argument to back that up. If you're comparing hardware quality of the Vita against the original 3DS, the Vita is certainly better.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on September 10, 2013, 06:22:30 PM
And I think the Vita is a better system than the 3DS,
I'm a fanboy if I say something against the grain? It's not like I even said something ridiculous, I just said my opinion.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on September 10, 2013, 06:55:19 PM
It's just Pokepal's way of trying to make other posters look bad and deflect criticism of himself.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Fatty The Hutt on September 11, 2013, 03:42:18 PM
This is the most odious thread on here. I know it's Funhouse but the premise is just so douchey. If I express liking for something a little too strenuously, I get tarred by some douche thinking he's oh-so-cool to roll his eyes at me.
Not participating.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Wah on September 11, 2013, 06:29:04 PM
Why does everyone like my poster for? :confused;
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on September 11, 2013, 06:30:40 PM
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Wah on September 11, 2013, 06:31:17 PM
check out the start of my thread (Lucario's thread).
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Khushrenada on September 11, 2013, 06:35:05 PM
Ok, and what does that have to do with what was being discussed in the comments before that post? Why did you suddenly feel you had to ask about why people like your poster in your thread?
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Wah on September 11, 2013, 08:44:52 PM
good point!but i have know idea! ::)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on September 11, 2013, 10:15:04 PM
And I think the Vita is a better system than the 3DS,
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on September 11, 2013, 11:23:07 PM
yeah i'm sorry, I respect the vita, I think its a very respectable system in its own right but there really is no contest. the 3DS simply has much more going for it in terms of new games. you really are facing an uphill climb here.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Oblivion on September 12, 2013, 02:09:13 AM
In your opinion. Leave it alone, man.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on September 12, 2013, 10:42:44 PM
yeah i'm sorry, I respect the vita, I think its a very respectable system in its own right but there really is no contest. the 3DS simply has much more going for it in terms of new games. you really are facing an uphill climb here.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Wah on September 12, 2013, 10:44:55 PM
yeah i'm sorry, I respect the vita, I think its a very respectable system in its own right but there really is no contest. the 3DS simply has much more going for it in terms of new games. you really are facing an uphill climb here.
well i think it is a $#@% up handheld! Nobody can beat nintendo in handhelds!(consoles they can though...)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: pokepal148 on October 09, 2013, 07:33:02 PM
yeah i'm sorry, I respect the vita, I think its a very respectable system in its own right but there really is no contest. the 3DS simply has much more going for it in terms of new games. you really are facing an uphill climb here.
well i think it is a $#@% up handheld! Nobody can beat nintendo in handhelds!
poor wording on my part but this is where the fun begins
There's a reason I made the Nintendo Optimism thread.
how is the discussion in that thread?
I would have joined in, but i seem to have misplaced my rose tinted glasses. Oh, and i think Nintendo shot and/or ran over my dog.
NINTENDOOOOOOOOOOOmed!!!
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: NWR_insanolord on January 22, 2014, 02:12:33 PM
I'm not saying we shouldn't be critical, just that we should also make sure to acknowledge the good stuff too. There's a lot to be happy about with Nintendo in addition to everything to be worried/upset about.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BlackNMild2k1 on January 22, 2014, 02:28:24 PM
There is just sooooo much more to complain about at the moment. ;)
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stratos on January 23, 2014, 03:23:38 PM
It's funner to Bitch than to Preach.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: nickmitch on January 23, 2014, 07:58:09 PM
Unless you're preaching sarcastically.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: Stratos on January 24, 2014, 09:08:20 PM
That is close enough to bitching in my book.
Title: Re: Fanboy euthanization station
Post by: BlackNMild2k1 on January 24, 2014, 10:47:23 PM
Sony didn't stick with the $600 price tag for long. Dropped to $300 within a year. Sony made the adjustments as soon as it saw sales drop. Hell they even took a $100+ per console hit just to increase it's userbase. Nintendo continues to sell the WII U at A PROFIT nearly two years later? It was profitable at 2nd quarter of 2013. Sony made the choice to save the PS3, which for the most part it did (80 million units);
