FSG:TG needs to be some kind of cross between FreeLancer, Transcendence, and X3.Satosuke said:I wonder if anyone's made any references to Privateer in talking about FSG:TG.
FSG:TG needs to be some kind of cross between FreeLancer, Transcendence, and X3.Satosuke said:I wonder if anyone's made any references to Privateer in talking about FSG:TG.
YOUNG MAN YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT FACTS ARE NOT TOLRATED ANY WHERE IN THIS ITNERNET NOT GO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!Dracosage said:Actually, Yahtzee, nearly all advances in mathematical theory and application have come from adding things to both sides to change the form of whatever it is you're trying to mess with. Hell, many elementary differential equations require that you multiply by an integration factor on both sides to obtain the answer.
Another Poe Fan *bows*. Yes the Cask is a classic revenge is a dish best served cold story that keeps you glued to the pages until the last word.unimportant1 said:As far as revenge stories go, Edgar Allan Poe's Cask of Amontillado has to be one of my favorite stories in all of fiction. It's only a few pages long, so I'd certainly recommend it for anyone who hasn't already read it.
In today's day and age, revenge is never a happy event. Even upon achieving retribution, it's quickly found out that there is either
a) Little other meaning in the avenger's life now.
b) A slew of other problems brought about by the revenge coming to fruition.
c) No happiness gained in the moment of revenge, but rather regret or despair.
Or any number of other issues. That's precisely why I like The Cask of Amontillado so much: It ends in revenge as a happy ending. It was the story of an offended man who took revenge on his offender by tricking him into following him deep into his wine cellar, and then burying him alive by chaining him into an alcove and erecting a wall. After he's done, he just leaves.
There is not even a tinge of regret or remorse in the main character's voice; he enjoys his work thoroughly. After he nearly finishes walling up his opponent, he sits on a pile of bones in the catacomb so he can properly enjoy the screaming. At one point, it teases you into thinking he feels regret, only to further solidify just how cold the main character is: "My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so."
No moral lesson learned. No angst or gloom or sorrow. Nothing but the simple message of "Payback's a *****" learned in one of the most horrific ways possible. Why can't more revenge stories be like that?