trying to jack off posted:

whoops wrong thread

spb posted:

In Training posted:

went to buy New Super Mario Bros ds bc it's one of 3 2D Mario's I haven't played at this point, and saw dragon quest monsters Joker 2, which I've heard is good but I don't know anything about it? looking forward to trying it out

Bongo Bill posted:

NSMB DS is in the bottom tier of Mario games, so you'll probably make the right choice here

trying to jack off posted:

thats the only nsmb ive ever played and have never touched them since

Bongo Bill posted:

NSMB DS is in the bottom tier of Mario games, so you'll probably make the right choice here

absolutely anything posted:

u is the only one thats anywhere near good

Nostradingus posted:

The nsmb games are passable in multiplayer because of the chaos, but you should never play one by yourself

Lunchmeat Larry posted:

I played U for a bit and it seemed... ok? It was after 3D World which owned so it was definitely underwhelming.

Also every single audio cue was topped off with an infuriating "wa" sound and it drove me prodromal.

American McGay posted:

Joke's on you, the 2nd DS one takes about 600 hours to 100% because to get the final reward you have to organically collect one million coins.

Eugene V. Dubstep posted:

My sister gave me a Switch last year, played some Mario: Hat Edition on it and put it in a drawer. Then this year she gave me BotW. I'm a little ways into it and I'm wondering what the big deal is. The entire story is about 100 words long, and every character you meet rehashes it verbatim while you mash A. The puzzle shrines are uniformly easy. Besides the shrines, every task and combat encounter in the game seems to either be impossible or trivial, the difference being whether you've pumped enough spirit orbs into stamina or stockpiled enough good weapons. A good example of this is horse taming: a pure stat check, but with button prompts that misleadingly suggest you could tame a difficult horse if only you mashed Soothe faster. Whoever decided that the main way to craft food (that you need in huge quantities) would be to navigate 3 menus in order to drop 5 physics-enable items at a time into a fire should be shot. The low-contrast art style combined with poor lighting causes many scenes to appear muddy and flat.

The game's structure per se is nothing new. Like any Ubisoft open world game, you have roughly 5 categories of thing to do scattered at regular intervals across a number of regions that you explore by climbing towers. Then it mixes in the Arkham games' [array of gadgets that can bypass certain repeated obstacles], but only a couple of them are as useful or neatly integrated into other gameplay — that is, the bat-cape and grappling hook, e.g., added a lot to both mobility and combat, whereas the Slate gadgets are only rarely useful outside of their specific exploration/puzzle niches. The Slate is a gimmick, and I was sick of the unskippable "blue data drop" cutscene the second time I saw it.

I have other problems with BotW that I'd categorize as matters of taste: I wish weapon durability was much, much higher, for example. But I'll leave it there. The game is still basically fun to gently caress around in, and I love exploring its world, but I cannot understand all the superlatives you nerds heap on it.

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

Eugene V. Dubstep posted:

Stopped by the ole eye zee to troll some dweebs.... but today the troll........becums the Hunted...........

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

mysterious loyall X posted:

Very well, where should I begin? My sister bought me a nintendo switch. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there..

FactsAreUseless posted:

trolling by posting three paragraphs of PYF-style sincere opinion

Eugene V. Dubstep posted:

oops lmao meant to post that on my main account, In Training