Seriously, I can't be the only person who sometimes just gets the impression that the game I'm playing is taking some sort of sick glee in just jerking me around for its own demented, GLaDOS-like amusement.
What inspired this you ask? Fable 2, that's what. Get this: I needed a new pistol to replace my shitty one. So I checked around and found one trader: the Pistol Trader in Fairfax Gardens. Problem was I needed 1000 more gold to be able to afford the best pistol they had in stock.
So I go back to Bowerstone Market to grind out some gold at the Blacksmith's job opening. I get what I need and head back to the Gardens, only to find that all of a sudden the Pistol trader is out of stock. It says to check back in a few days. Okay, fine. I go and sleep for a week then head back there. Only to find that the Pistol Trader isn't there. In her place are 3 Weapons Traders all only carrying shitty entry-level crossbows, and 2 Rifle Traders.
What follows is what seems like forever of me going back to the Market, sleeping for 24 hours, then heading back to the Gardens to check the traders. What must be several in-game weeks pass while I'm doing this and then, vindication! The Pistol Trader is there. I walk up to her, giddy with anticipation...
"Out of stock. Check back in a few days." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? This is the first day you've been here, and I've watched you... you never talk to anyone. You just amble around. And you had 8 pistols in stock last time you had any. No way did 8 of these poncy fuckers round here buy them! And if you didn't have any stock, why the fuck did you come here!?
Just.... FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, fuck that shit! I did eventually get my pistol (for a severely inflated price, since she was apparently doing well enough despite having no fucking stock for a couple of weeks that she added 30% onto her prices) but holy hell... fuck you Fable 2. You've won this round, but I have a hammer downstairs. You've been fucking warned!
*takes pills*
Okay, I'm good now. So, what are your tales of games randomly jerking you around?
What inspired this you ask? Fable 2, that's what. Get this: I needed a new pistol to replace my shitty one. So I checked around and found one trader: the Pistol Trader in Fairfax Gardens. Problem was I needed 1000 more gold to be able to afford the best pistol they had in stock.
So I go back to Bowerstone Market to grind out some gold at the Blacksmith's job opening. I get what I need and head back to the Gardens, only to find that all of a sudden the Pistol trader is out of stock. It says to check back in a few days. Okay, fine. I go and sleep for a week then head back there. Only to find that the Pistol Trader isn't there. In her place are 3 Weapons Traders all only carrying shitty entry-level crossbows, and 2 Rifle Traders.
What follows is what seems like forever of me going back to the Market, sleeping for 24 hours, then heading back to the Gardens to check the traders. What must be several in-game weeks pass while I'm doing this and then, vindication! The Pistol Trader is there. I walk up to her, giddy with anticipation...
"Out of stock. Check back in a few days." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? This is the first day you've been here, and I've watched you... you never talk to anyone. You just amble around. And you had 8 pistols in stock last time you had any. No way did 8 of these poncy fuckers round here buy them! And if you didn't have any stock, why the fuck did you come here!?
Just.... FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously, fuck that shit! I did eventually get my pistol (for a severely inflated price, since she was apparently doing well enough despite having no fucking stock for a couple of weeks that she added 30% onto her prices) but holy hell... fuck you Fable 2. You've won this round, but I have a hammer downstairs. You've been fucking warned!
*takes pills*
Okay, I'm good now. So, what are your tales of games randomly jerking you around?