I learned that living on an all-pasta diet for a week is overrated, and that some games might be best enjoyed with a sporadic approach.
I learned that I had a fear of white lilies.
I learned that sudden endings work best in Monty Python's Flying Circus.
I learned that horns or no horns, the Qunari are still the coolest thing on Thedas.
I learned that Isabela's homebase wasn't a ship.
I learned that Carver wasn't so much a derp as a douche.
I learned that although they resort to plastic surgery, even cameoing characters from Origins won't change their haircut after seven years.
I learned that people in Kirkwall aren't as promiscuous as in Ferelden.
I learned that Fenris too could explode.
I learned that in spite of having had us punch a woman in the face à la Wicker Man after having murdered her child in Dragon Age Origins, Bioware still had plans to make us collect urine samples for Anders in Dragon Age 2.
I learned that you can blow up a building with urine.
I learned that mages train their pecs and biceps in their free time.
I learned that you can tell a pretty good story with a bad beginning.
I learned that Elves can hate a mask that decorates your home yet have fifteen samples of the same mask in their own home.
I learned that male Hawke's VA should make an effort not to sound like creeper Vaughan when he's supposed to tell Merrill sweet things.
I learned that devs of both genders must have balls of steel to put up with spoiled fans like us.
Modifié par nijnij, 06 avril 2011 - 11:07 .