Games that doesn´t make any sense.
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What? How hard is it to explain?ReservoirAngel said:
Your a marine in a submarine with other marines, it blows up, and your pretty much dead meat (literally), but are saved by some nut in a nano-suit named Prophet who is infected by some alien virus, so he gives you his suit and shoots himself in the head. You never talk, but are told what to do by three or four different people during the course of the game...
...um...never mind, your right.
This is one of the best "thrown-in" plots in video game history. It goes nowhere, but doesn't offend either.
No one has said this yet? Every Mario game EVER. Mushrooms make you bigger, you can smash bricks with your head but only after you get a mushroom, and flowers let you shoot fire from your hands. Your enemies are toadstools and turtles but your allies also look like toadstools. I have just scratched the surface of the insanity of Mario.
We should make a "Games with sexixt undertones" thread and I'm sure someone would manage to shoehorn Tetris in there.dead.juice said:
I've never really understood why I had to go to Brazil, I know it was for intel, but I'll be damned if that part even mattered from all the running and shooting I was doing.IamQ said:
OT: Bayonetta, that game made zero efforts in making any sort of damn sense, fun though. Just Cause 2 is another one, but honestly, I was too busy faffing around to even care. I have a duel grappling hook and an obscene amount of parachutes to use, why would I even need to bother with a plot that makes sense?
The thread title!
Wahey!
OT: Hmm...
I'm gonna have to go ahead and agree with whoever said Crysis 2.
Just saying.
Wahey!
OT: Hmm...
I'm gonna have to go ahead and agree with whoever said Crysis 2.
There were five of you, by the way. And there was some terrorist dude in Brazil... I think.IamQ said:
Just saying.
Lol, I woudn't doubt it.RagnaThePig said:
I bet that would happen even without someone bringing up <url=http://www.seanbaby.com/nes/naughty10.htm>Bubble Bath Babes
XIII (Thirteen).
You cheat death and kill hundreds of thugs in just to get killed off by the final boss. This made the whole game pointless.
You cheat death and kill hundreds of thugs in just to get killed off by the final boss. This made the whole game pointless.
NES games were like that, you took a leaf and suddenly you had a raccon tail that allowed you to fly, a flower gave you fire magic powers, I remember how you could ride a dinosaur in a snes sequel.
Actually I miss that kind of game, were nothing had any sense what-so-ever, and you could hace really awesome ideas flying around just because without bothering with realism (Who likes realism in their videogames anyway?)
Actually I miss that kind of game, were nothing had any sense what-so-ever, and you could hace really awesome ideas flying around just because without bothering with realism (Who likes realism in their videogames anyway?)
LOL and I thought I was the only one flipping out at the end when Frederick suddenly becomes the final boss and attacks you. And yes, the girl jumping off a cliff and...w/e.Catfood220 said:
Aside: It was funny this one time I played Eternal Sonata, because we had just finished playing Gears of War 2, and when I fired up my save, my friend looked at the colorful landscape was like, "Holy crap the saturation is making my eyeballs bleed."
Counter points start now.genericusername64 said:
1.There is no single canon for the G.E.C.K. nor are we told the capabilities or limitations of the device.
2.Radaway and RadX, plus small scale water purifiers.
3.You can get Fawkes to do it(I have), and you still end up in the exact same spot as before.
4.Because moving the story along...(worst excuse ever)
5.They're looking for something, and they can't really help they got made that way.
6.It's how Vault 87 worked. Get rid of the old folks. It was run by nothing but kids when it started, and 10 years later, there were still lots of kids, which means that teen pregnancy isn't really an issue with them.
