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@Moncole said:

I think this is good. Activsion has a lot of good devs to make it.

This post looks like someone FROM Activision posted it to make it look like something non-derivative was going on here...

@Brodehouse said:

Fuckin A dude. That's what Homefront should have been. More Lea Thompson please.

This.

@Enigma777 said:

OH GOD YES!

@WilltheMagicAsian said:

I already have a PS2 though.

@CountRockula said:

Okami is probably the one remaining PS2 game that I'd like to see an HD remaster for. I'd probably pay around $15 for something like that, but I don't think it'd be unreasonable for them to charge $20; Okami was a pretty big game.

@Cathryn said:

Oh yes, definitely.

@jasondaplock said:

If Okami were to get an HD release, it would need some actual designer love to be worth showing. The graphical style is beautiful, but it looked muddy even on the PS2.

I would absolutely put down cold hard spacebucks for a copy if they actually fixed it up.

@Bakumatsu said:

Oh dude. In a heartbeat.

@Legend said:

Absolutely!

What all of these people said. I can't think of better words than what've already been stated above.

@Sparky_Buzzsaw: I shall, good sir. I shall.

@sotyfan16_2: Well, here- the way I'm writing it, I AM the character. That IS the purpose of an RPG after all... right? Here, I can forget that I am Daniel Owen Harrison ( a white, middle-class kid of 22 with a cart-pushing job) and become Gabe Monroe (a semi-suave black male sporting the funkiest purple hair this side of the Hoover Dam in the life-or-death position of Courier).

@Sparky_Buzzsaw: Funny thing is, this is my first time doing this. I wrote it as I was playing, so this is the more imaginative version of a YouTube video which would be basically the same thing... only with moving pictures and sound.

How bad're these Deathclaws? And remember, I'm packing the Ultimate Edition of the game w/ ALL the DLC (Mercenary Grenade Rifle, Caravan Shotgun, Weathered 10mm...).

Not after the pick-up by FUNi some time back. Who knows- mebbe Square'll release it stateside.

I'll consider that when I go back to my save. I still have the Powder Gangers to contend with.

Well, when one creates a black man with a purple hair-do and green eyes, or an Asian gal that's COMPLETELY fucked in the facial department (my little brother's profile)... you just run with it.

Starting today and going on for any number of Mondays (until completion), I'll be telling y'all of my grand adventures through the (ultimate) wasteland of the Mojave desert in Fallout: New Vegas as told only in the way a patient wayfarer would. Please note this is only a semi-serious initial play-through, so please be calm and realize the elements of humor present in here as you come across them. Enjoy!

The Doc's Place

Waking up after from being left for dead, I discover a whole bunch of crap in my sack that wasn't there when I started that job. A sturdy over-under shotgun, a wathered-looking sidearm, and a grenade launcher, amongst other things lie with my usual medical supplies and trusty canteen. Upon gaining some form of consiousness I look over at the man who was caring for me. He adressed himself as Doc Mitchell and asked me my name. I answered with my name- simply Gabe Monroe. I wanted to slap the living shit out of him for deriding my parents' choice of name, but that'd be contrary to my current situation. He had to go muddling around in my head for a bit to get all the lead out of he, so he handed me a mirror so I could examine myself to make sure nothing was out of place. Sure enough, everything was in place- my beautiful black skin, my dazzling green eyes, my purple Sarge haircut and survivalist beard, everything about my manhood was in order. All the doc could say was that "everything that mattered was in order". I REALLY wanted to slap the shit out of him. After helping me up, he took over to some "vigor-matic" thing and had me test my skillset real quick. Turns out I perform real well after being shot in the head, but something in the back of my mind... you get the point. He then sat me down for a quick psychiatric evaluation and found that I'm plenty good with guns, technological stuff and speaking. Pretty accurate, I'd say- first time all day I didn't want to slap the hell out of him. Before we were done, he wanted to get a quick medical history from me so he wouldn't assume I had a family history of being shot in the head. Racist bastard. In exchange for that, I thanked him for healing me up... and took him for his guns, ammo, medical supplies and other assorterd sundries.

Back On My Feet

Afterwards, I strolled on out of the place and headed out into the bright midday sun and wandered around for a bit. I wandered into a nearby schoolhouse to see what they were teaching the kids these days out here... turns out it isn't much, since the place was abandoned, save for the little green bastard bugs wandering around in there. Wandering around a little bit more, I come across the 'bot that saved my hide. Don't know why he's called Victor, don't care. All I know is this- he/it saved my hide and got Doc Mitchell to heal me up good. After walking into the bar and (nearly) getting mauled by a husky (why does that ALWAYS happen to me?), I get greeted kindly by Sunny Smiles. She's fine... for a white girl, I'll admit she's DAMN fine. She took me out back and gave me a shit rifle to play around with for a bit. She showed me around a bit and gave me a few caps for taking care of some geckos for her. Hell, she even taught me out to make some healing powder from a couple of simple plants found out here in the wasteland! We headed back into town towards the bar.

Shit Heats Up A Bit

Walking into the bar, I see a man arguing with a woman in front of the drinking portion of the bar. Turns out the woman is Trudy (the owner of this fine establishment), and the man was a scumbag "Powder Ganger" by the name of Joe Cobb. Turns out he's after a man by the name of Ringo. After speaking with Ringo (who is in hiding), I've managed to enlist Sunny and Trudy to help him and myself against the powder gangers. Just need to get an old codger by the name of Easy Pete and the General Store owner named Chet. Things are starting to get a bit more interesting now.

Well, that's it for today. I'll have more when I continue this fine adventure later on. Thanks for reading!