Let's Briefly Play - Scribblenauts! - Page 10

Melfice · 09-21-2009, 10:55 AM

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Originally Posted by Mirai Gen

You could cut the irony.

No, dude, seriously.
Your whole schtick is HATE HATE HATE OMGGAMEOFTHEYEAR HATE HATE HATE.
And then you get back on the Game of the Year because it disappointed.

It's getting annoying.

Meister · 09-21-2009, 11:57 AM

Whoa guys, take it to PMs or something if you absolutely have to.

... y'know I haven't played Scribblenauts but a lot of the discussion about complete freedom and limits and experiencing either as a player reminds me a lot of similar discussions about GTA and such games.

Tev · 09-21-2009, 02:00 PM

How does it stack up to that Crayon Physics game? It seems to be about the same thing except you are getting better graphics and a little more options other than just what you can draw. I really liked Crayon Physics an enjoyable and calming game. The background music was pretty sweet.

Kim · 09-21-2009, 02:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Melfice

You can summon anything, but if your knee-jerk reaction to kids throwing a snowball at you is to summon a goddamn tank and kill them...

My kneejerk reaction to playing a game that talks about how much freedom it gives you it to use that freedom to be the biggest asshole possible. Most games either don't encourage or reward me for that properly, or they set arbitrary restrictions that just annoy the hell out of me.

Saints Row 2 rewarded me for being an asshole. Scribblenauts does not.

So yeah, pretty much what Meister alluded to.

Plus I mean, "I'm not enjoying this game. It doesn't encourage me to play the way I want to." "You're playing it wrong." "Okay..."

Mirai Gen · 09-21-2009, 04:20 PM

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Originally Posted by NonCon

"I'm not enjoying this game. It doesn't encourage me to play the way I want to." "You're playing it wrong."

This is pretty much the entire thread, repeated ad nauseum.

Tev · 09-21-2009, 04:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Mirai Gen

This is pretty much the entire thread, repeated ad nauseum.

My comment was different. >_>

Mirai Gen · 09-21-2009, 04:36 PM

Eh yeah okay not 100% of course, but Scribblenauts puts itself so hard into middle ground between puzzle fans and freedom/exploration adventurers that looking back GTA vs SR2 is pretty much the flavor of the day. I mean I even heard people say that I wasn't treating the entire Friends system in GTA4 'correctly,' which sounded familiar when this game came around.

Nikose Tyris · 09-21-2009, 05:21 PM

I have yet to enter challenge mode i'm just having a lot of fun.

Azisien · 09-22-2009, 03:55 PM

Well the thread kind of exploded a bit with argument and I forgot to upload the batch of pictures I took. I have plenty to say but maybe it can wait until Mirai and I have a grudge match argument on Gamepad!

When we last left our "heroes".......

The duo's arousing conversation is cut short by the deafening explosion of Maxwell's bomb. Accuracy is another matter.

Maxwell: Bodybuiler NooooOoOooooOOo!

Bodybuilder: I am too young for mantle, ya?

Grade Schooler: What happened to the shark?

Suspenseful music! And now for a special two-part series finale!

Maxwell: Bodybuilder, you were a fine man. I know I didn't really know you that well, and I know we got off on the wrong foot, but...Aw shit man, it was just a Wii! Now I exploded a helicopter, killed my only ally, and the Grade Schooler got away. Grade Schooler! That thieving bastard. He'll stand there and pace around nonchalantly, and then when you approach him he just gives you this blank stare and says ridiculous things like "Hey Maxwell." The nerve! All I wanted to do was bash him in the face and take his lunch money. Grade Schooler, you will pay. You will pay for your mediocre AI subroutines.

Azisien: What do you need?

Maxwell:Gentlemen. Lots of gentlemen.

Maxwell: Damn it. My demonlink was right, I can't wear both. Head slooootttttt!!!!!

Uncalled-for Narrator: But Maxwell would not be hindered by a lack of a monocle. And a monocle would not help him defeat Grade Schooler. For that, he would need allies. He would need a powerful warrior, nay, an unbeatable warrior! A god! He would need Zeus, King of the Gods! And also a mode of transportation.

Maxwell: Yo Zeus, wanna go murder an innocent child?

Zeus: Is it Tuesday already? Sweet!

Narrator: But an unstoppable warrior would not be enough. He would need a silver tongue. After all, what if the Grade Schooler conjured up something an immovable object? Some obstable that even Zeus could not overcome? Perhaps some dude with a British accent could convince that object to leave.

Maxwell: But what are the odds of running into a British gentleman in the middle of this prehistoric landscape? I was already pushing it with the Grade Schooler, the helicopter, the Bodybuilder...Finding a noble would be unimaginably camp...

Maxwell: Ah.

Noble: Indeed! I do say. And all that.

Narrator: The road was long, the battles were fierce, blah-de-blah travel montage, and the party arrives in the Kingdom of the Grade Schooler, which some may call GOTHAM CITY.

Maxwell: Okay team. I know we've been together for years. And we've been through some rough shit.

Noble: Mmm! *sips tea*

Zeus: Yeah. Hell, remember when we had to get that Starite OUT of the tree? Holy Me...

Maxwell: Yeah that was a rough one. Good thinking on summoning that tornado riding a Shogun wielding a jackhammer. Anyway, let's get down to business. My satellite surveillance has informed me - and I can summon satellites here - that Grade Schooler is up ahead. But he's under some pretty hefty protection.

Zeus: Dear Me no, you're not suggesting he, he, he, has employed bees?

Maxwell: Oh, good You no, that would just be insane. I'd give up right now and go buy another Wii if that was the case.

Zeus: Okay, phew. Hercules.

Noble: If I may be so bold as to speed this boring dialogue along good sirs, perhaps we should focus on what this Grade Schooler has under his employ, mmm? *munches on crumpet*

Maxwell: Yes, yes. Okay. He has a bear.

Zeus: Black, polar, grizzly?

Maxwell: I'm not sure, they might all spawn the same thing. A freakin' bear, okay?

Noble: Mmm, this may not present the same dilemma as bodyguards of the Hymenopteran variety, nonetheless this Ursine may present difficulty.

Maxwell: Him damn it, Noble, if I want a taxonomist I'll bloody well summon one! Speak English for once!

Noble: But I...

Maxwell: I've thought it over, and I think our best shot is sending Noble in to fight the bear.

Zeus: Makes sense to me.

Noble: *spits out tea* What?!

Maxwell: Think about it. Grade Schooler obviously put that bear out there to stop someone like Zeus. And Zeus knows, with the strength-determination system of this damn world, you've probably got as much chance beating the bear as Zeus does.

Zeus: I don't see the problem.

Noble: Of course you don't! You're an immortal!

Maxwell: Look, if it makes you feel better, you're riding a dinosaur. I'm pretty sure it could kill a bear. 75/25, really. Math is on your side, and what better ally is there?

Narrator: More suspense...

Noble: Just remember what the guys said. Shoot the bear in the head enough times, and it should die. But I wasn't given a gun? Hm, maybe they meant it metaphorically. How would Maxwell have put it?

Maxwell: You're riding a dinosaur, damn it.

Noble: *shrug* Point to Maxwell!

*Several minutes later, camera goes in and out of focus no seriously this is what happened*

Maxwell: Well, Noble, you were a good friend...I mean not really, you never offered us any of your tea or crumpets...But you uh..."

Zeus: He did convince that bee to kill that piranha that one time.

Maxwell: True, true. I mean, a fucking bee.

Zeus: *shudder* So what else does Grade Schooler have up his sleeve?

Maxwell: Nothing. I'm pretty sure he's just sitting in the middle of an empty field on a throne, alone.

Zeus: Oooookee.

Maxwell: Never mind, he's standing on the throne?

Azisien: Oh fuck off, I do my best.

Maxwell: Zeus, do your thing.

Zeus: FOOLISH MORTAL! YOU DARE STAND IN THE WAY IN THE MIGHTY ZEUS? YOU DARE STAND BEFORE MY OMNIPOTENT MAGNIFICENCE AND DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN WEEP FOR YOUR PUNY, FOUR-DIMENSIONAL EXISTENCE? YOU DARE...SHIT, A ROCK! *trips*

Maxwell: I...ah...but...

Grade Schooler: ...

Maxwell: Okay, Max. Think. Just think about what just happened. With a single, brilliant stroke, the Grade Schooler killed the King of the Gods. Fucking KILLED him. He didn't even lift a finger. So look at your options. You're clearly a very mortal man, and while yes, you are wielding a flamethrower and riding a hippo, the former is a mere 19th century weapon and the latter is quite mortal as well. Option one, you could run. What will running do against someone that can, without effort, slay a God-King? Option two, you could reason with him. Oh wait, he's in grade school. But, let's have him make the first move. Let him talk. maybe he'll reveal a chink in his armor. Come on, Grade Schooler, give me your worst!

Grade Schooler: Hey Maxwell.

Maxwell: Option three, fuck it!

Maxwell: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Narrator: And so, Maxwell pulled the trigger as hard as he could. He closed his eyes and imagined crushing a tomato. He let the crazed physics of the world incinerate the Grade Schooler backwards and his steed in the other direction.

Maxwell: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Narrator: But shoddy world physics would not stop Maxwell. He held on. He burned the Grade Schooler until there was naught but ashes. Then he burned the ashes until there was naught but glass. Then he burned the glass until there was naught but plasma. Then he burned the plasma until there was but a vague quark-gluon soup imagined only in the minds of the world's most renowned cosmologists. Then he made smores.

Maxwell: Mmmm, smores.

Maxwell: Before I bite into this most delicious of campfire snacks, I suppose I should pay some respects to those lost in this quest for...Hm, wait, what did I embark on this for? Ah well, probably not important. Bodybuilder, you weren't much use, but you gave us hope. Noble, I'll always remember those wretched screams as the bear rended you limb from limb. Thank goodness that dinosaur was able to kill it in its own death throes, eh? Zeus, what the fuck? And with that, let's eat!

Maxwell: Om nom no-OH FU-

FIN

Melfice · 09-22-2009, 04:21 PM

That last picture is quite... suggestive.
I approve.

EDIT: Also, suggestion. Summon some ice so I can chill the fuck out.
Also, I suppose an apology to Mirai.
You still get on my nerves, and I'm sorry for that... but what I said was uncalled for in this thread.

09-21-2009, 04:36 PM	#97
Mirai Gen We are Geth. Join Date: Nov 2003 Posts: 14,032	Eh yeah okay not 100% of course, but Scribblenauts puts itself so hard into middle ground between puzzle fans and freedom/exploration adventurers that looking back GTA vs SR2 is pretty much the flavor of the day. I mean I even heard people say that I wasn't treating the entire Friends system in GTA4 'correctly,' which sounded familiar when this game came around. __________________

09-22-2009, 03:55 PM	#99
Azisien wat Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 7,177	Well the thread kind of exploded a bit with argument and I forgot to upload the batch of pictures I took. I have plenty to say but maybe it can wait until Mirai and I have a grudge match argument on Gamepad! When we last left our "heroes"....... The duo's arousing conversation is cut short by the deafening explosion of Maxwell's bomb. Accuracy is another matter. Maxwell: Bodybuiler NooooOoOooooOOo! Bodybuilder: I am too young for mantle, ya? Grade Schooler: What happened to the shark? Suspenseful music! And now for a special two-part series finale! Maxwell: Bodybuilder, you were a fine man. I know I didn't really know you that well, and I know we got off on the wrong foot, but...Aw shit man, it was just a Wii! Now I exploded a helicopter, killed my only ally, and the Grade Schooler got away. Grade Schooler! That thieving bastard. He'll stand there and pace around nonchalantly, and then when you approach him he just gives you this blank stare and says ridiculous things like "Hey Maxwell." The nerve! All I wanted to do was bash him in the face and take his lunch money. Grade Schooler, you will pay. You will pay for your mediocre AI subroutines. Azisien: What do you need? Maxwell:Gentlemen. Lots of gentlemen. Maxwell: Damn it. My demonlink was right, I can't wear both. Head slooootttttt!!!!! Uncalled-for Narrator: But Maxwell would not be hindered by a lack of a monocle. And a monocle would not help him defeat Grade Schooler. For that, he would need allies. He would need a powerful warrior, nay, an unbeatable warrior! A god! He would need Zeus, King of the Gods! And also a mode of transportation. Maxwell: Yo Zeus, wanna go murder an innocent child? Zeus: Is it Tuesday already? Sweet! Narrator: But an unstoppable warrior would not be enough. He would need a silver tongue. After all, what if the Grade Schooler conjured up something an immovable object? Some obstable that even Zeus could not overcome? Perhaps some dude with a British accent could convince that object to leave. Maxwell: But what are the odds of running into a British gentleman in the middle of this prehistoric landscape? I was already pushing it with the Grade Schooler, the helicopter, the Bodybuilder...Finding a noble would be unimaginably camp... Maxwell: Ah. Noble: Indeed! I do say. And all that. Narrator: The road was long, the battles were fierce, blah-de-blah travel montage, and the party arrives in the Kingdom of the Grade Schooler, which some may call GOTHAM CITY. Maxwell: Okay team. I know we've been together for years. And we've been through some rough shit. Noble: Mmm! sips tea Zeus: Yeah. Hell, remember when we had to get that Starite OUT of the tree? Holy Me... Maxwell: Yeah that was a rough one. Good thinking on summoning that tornado riding a Shogun wielding a jackhammer. Anyway, let's get down to business. My satellite surveillance has informed me - and I can summon satellites here - that Grade Schooler is up ahead. But he's under some pretty hefty protection. Zeus: Dear Me no, you're not suggesting he, he, he, has employed bees? Maxwell: Oh, good You no, that would just be insane. I'd give up right now and go buy another Wii if that was the case. Zeus: Okay, phew. Hercules. Noble: If I may be so bold as to speed this boring dialogue along good sirs, perhaps we should focus on what this Grade Schooler has under his employ, mmm? munches on crumpet Maxwell: Yes, yes. Okay. He has a bear. Zeus: Black, polar, grizzly? Maxwell: I'm not sure, they might all spawn the same thing. A freakin' bear, okay? Noble: Mmm, this may not present the same dilemma as bodyguards of the Hymenopteran variety, nonetheless this Ursine may present difficulty. Maxwell: Him damn it, Noble, if I want a taxonomist I'll bloody well summon one! Speak English for once! Noble: But I... Maxwell: I've thought it over, and I think our best shot is sending Noble in to fight the bear. Zeus: Makes sense to me. Noble: spits out tea What?! Maxwell: Think about it. Grade Schooler obviously put that bear out there to stop someone like Zeus. And Zeus knows, with the strength-determination system of this damn world, you've probably got as much chance beating the bear as Zeus does. Zeus: I don't see the problem. Noble: Of course you don't! You're an immortal! Maxwell: Look, if it makes you feel better, you're riding a dinosaur. I'm pretty sure it could kill a bear. 75/25, really. Math is on your side, and what better ally is there? Narrator: More suspense... Noble: Just remember what the guys said. Shoot the bear in the head enough times, and it should die. But I wasn't given a gun? Hm, maybe they meant it metaphorically. How would Maxwell have put it? Maxwell: You're riding a dinosaur, damn it. Noble: shrug Point to Maxwell! Several minutes later, camera goes in and out of focus no seriously this is what happened Maxwell: Well, Noble, you were a good friend...I mean not really, you never offered us any of your tea or crumpets...But you uh..." Zeus: He did convince that bee to kill that piranha that one time. Maxwell: True, true. I mean, a fucking bee. Zeus: shudder So what else does Grade Schooler have up his sleeve? Maxwell: Nothing. I'm pretty sure he's just sitting in the middle of an empty field on a throne, alone. Zeus: Oooookee. Maxwell: Never mind, he's standing on the throne? Azisien: Oh fuck off, I do my best. Maxwell: Zeus, do your thing. Zeus: FOOLISH MORTAL! YOU DARE STAND IN THE WAY IN THE MIGHTY ZEUS? YOU DARE STAND BEFORE MY OMNIPOTENT MAGNIFICENCE AND DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN WEEP FOR YOUR PUNY, FOUR-DIMENSIONAL EXISTENCE? YOU DARE...SHIT, A ROCK! trips Maxwell: I...ah...but... Grade Schooler: ... Maxwell: Okay, Max. Think. Just think about what just happened. With a single, brilliant stroke, the Grade Schooler killed the King of the Gods. Fucking KILLED him. He didn't even lift a finger. So look at your options. You're clearly a very mortal man, and while yes, you are wielding a flamethrower and riding a hippo, the former is a mere 19th century weapon and the latter is quite mortal as well. Option one, you could run. What will running do against someone that can, without effort, slay a God-King? Option two, you could reason with him. Oh wait, he's in grade school. But, let's have him make the first move. Let him talk. maybe he'll reveal a chink in his armor. Come on, Grade Schooler, give me your worst! Grade Schooler: Hey Maxwell. Maxwell: Option three, fuck it! Maxwell: *AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Narrator: And so, Maxwell pulled the trigger as hard as he could. He closed his eyes and imagined crushing a tomato. He let the crazed physics of the world incinerate the Grade Schooler backwards and his steed in the other direction. Maxwell: *AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Narrator: But shoddy world physics would not stop Maxwell. He held on. He burned the Grade Schooler until there was naught but ashes. Then he burned the ashes until there was naught but glass. Then he burned the glass until there was naught but plasma. Then he burned the plasma until there was but a vague quark-gluon soup imagined only in the minds of the world's most renowned cosmologists. Then he made smores. Maxwell: Mmmm, smores. Maxwell: Before I bite into this most delicious of campfire snacks, I suppose I should pay some respects to those lost in this quest for...Hm, wait, what did I embark on this for? Ah well, probably not important. Bodybuilder, you weren't much use, but you gave us hope. Noble, I'll always remember those wretched screams as the bear rended you limb from limb. Thank goodness that dinosaur was able to kill it in its own death throes, eh? Zeus, what the fuck? And with that, let's eat! Maxwell: Om nom no-OH FU- FIN Last edited by Azisien; 09-22-2009 at 03:57 PM.

09-21-2009, 11:57 AM	#92
Meister Pure joy Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Germany Posts: 10,689	Whoa guys, take it to PMs or something if you absolutely have to. ... y'know I haven't played Scribblenauts but a lot of the discussion about complete freedom and limits and experiencing either as a player reminds me a lot of similar discussions about GTA and such games.

09-22-2009, 04:21 PM	#100
Melfice Vigilo - Confido Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 4,846	That last picture is quite... suggestive. I approve. EDIT: Also, suggestion. Summon some ice so I can chill the fuck out. Also, I suppose an apology to Mirai. You still get on my nerves, and I'm sorry for that... but what I said was uncalled for in this thread.