I second the ending of FFX, I've beaten the game at least a dozen times and I still get misty eyed over it.
The Saddest Moment In A Game
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Atlas: "The sub! Noooo!"
Ryan: "You ooze in like an assassin and then you try to sneak out like a
thief. You're no CIA spook. Who are you? Why have you come here?
There's two ways to deal with a mystery: uncover it or eliminate it."
Atlas: "Get out! Get out and get to Arcadia! Jesus Christ."
Ryan: "You ooze in like an assassin and then you try to sneak out like a
thief. You're no CIA spook. Who are you? Why have you come here?
There's two ways to deal with a mystery: uncover it or eliminate it."
Atlas: "Get out! Get out and get to Arcadia! Jesus Christ."
Those who have played will understand why. Especially as the games voice-acting is so damn good.
sure, it's Half Life 2, Episode 2... I'm trying to be very careful about spoilers!Music Mole said:
Yep Atlas was the one of the first Irish accents I've ever heard done properly in an American media release.Machines Are Us said:
He was a complete Dublin wacker too hehehe (ducks)
The Longest Journey's ending:
No wonder April (Hero from the game above) is such a ***** in Dreamfall: The Longest Journey. I would be too if I'd be screwed over that hard by the universe. I mean really... Oh yeah, and Dreamfall's ending was just as bad too I might add, if not worse.
Such a cheerful series!
You aren't the chosen one despite everyone having told you that you are and despite the fact that your entire life has been destroyed beyond repair in the expectation that you were the proverbial 'chosen one' needed to save space and time and all the usual stuff. Nevermind the fact that your home is lost to you, you've been led to believe your friends are either dead or hate you, the government wants you dead and so on. You don't even get the usual heroes welcoming thing since no one but a select few even know you saved anything. So where is there left to go at the end of the game? You aren't needed anymore. Time to wander off into the distance towards an uncertain fate as sad music plays in the background.
No wonder April (Hero from the game above) is such a ***** in Dreamfall: The Longest Journey. I would be too if I'd be screwed over that hard by the universe. I mean really... Oh yeah, and Dreamfall's ending was just as bad too I might add, if not worse.
Did you stop the evil guys? No, not at all really. How about save the world? kinda, except no one knows you did, again. But at least you've still got a home right, better than April got! Except that this time rather than wandering off into the distance, the protagonist is wasting away in a hospital room, trapped in a coma after being betrayed. Oh and April from the first game? She's been stabbed and possibly killed, all her friends are dead (again) and her (new) home is destroyed (again).
Oh, and April was beaten as a child by an abusive alcoholic father, so she doesn't even have any happy childhood memories. Seriously.
Oh, and April was beaten as a child by an abusive alcoholic father, so she doesn't even have any happy childhood memories. Seriously.
Such a cheerful series!
Figured the chance of anyone actually playing through those games by this point was all but none. Guess I was wrong.OptimusHagrid said:
Excellent choice is games I might add!
All spoiler tagged up, ye need fear no longer learning anything nasty by accident. Alas it seems I have been quoted however! AVERT THINE EYES!
ThanksThe Madman said:
And yes, me and my friend are very much enjoying it. As in, we were uncontrollably ROFLING at the Gribbler sequence.
For the Warcraft fans.
Its not a video game, but a book based on a video game, made me sadder then any actual video game moment.
Blackmoore stood up to his full height. Thrall now saw that he held something in his right hand. It was a sack.
?Here?s my answer, Thrall!? He reached into the sack and pulled something out. Thrall couldn?t see what it was, but he saw Sergeantand Langston recoil. Then the object came hurtling toward him and struck the ground, rolling to a stop at Thrall?s feet. Taretha?s blue eyes stared sightlessly up at him from her severed head.
?That?s what I do with traitors!? screamed Blackmoore, dancing madly on the walkway. ?That?s whatwe do with people we love who betray us . . . who take everything and give nothing . . . who sympathizewith double-damned
orcs!?
Thrall didn?t hear him. Thunder was rolling in his ears. His knees went weak and he fell to the earth. Gorge rose in his throat and his vision swam. It couldn?t be. Not Tari. Surely not even Blackmoore could do such an abominable thing to an innocent. But blessed unconsciousness would not come. He remained stubbornly awake, staring at long blond hair, blue eyes, and a bloody severed neck. Then the horrible image blurred. Wetness poured down his face. His chest heaving with agony, Thrall recalled Tari?s words to him, so long ago:
These are called tears. They come when we are so sad, so soul sick, it?s as if our hearts are so full of pain there?s no place else for it to go.
But there was a place for the pain to go. Into action, into revenge. Red flooded Thrall?s vision now, andhe threw back his head and screamed with rage such as he had never before experienced. The cry burned his throat with its raw fury. The sky boiled. Dozens of lightning strikes split the clouds, dazzling the eye for a moment. The furiouspeals of crashing thunder that followed nearly deafened the men at the fortress. Many of them dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, gibbering terror at the celestial display of fury that so clearly echoed the wrenching pain of the orc leader.
?Here?s my answer, Thrall!? He reached into the sack and pulled something out. Thrall couldn?t see what it was, but he saw Sergeantand Langston recoil. Then the object came hurtling toward him and struck the ground, rolling to a stop at Thrall?s feet. Taretha?s blue eyes stared sightlessly up at him from her severed head.
?That?s what I do with traitors!? screamed Blackmoore, dancing madly on the walkway. ?That?s whatwe do with people we love who betray us . . . who take everything and give nothing . . . who sympathizewith double-damned
orcs!?
Thrall didn?t hear him. Thunder was rolling in his ears. His knees went weak and he fell to the earth. Gorge rose in his throat and his vision swam. It couldn?t be. Not Tari. Surely not even Blackmoore could do such an abominable thing to an innocent. But blessed unconsciousness would not come. He remained stubbornly awake, staring at long blond hair, blue eyes, and a bloody severed neck. Then the horrible image blurred. Wetness poured down his face. His chest heaving with agony, Thrall recalled Tari?s words to him, so long ago:
These are called tears. They come when we are so sad, so soul sick, it?s as if our hearts are so full of pain there?s no place else for it to go.
But there was a place for the pain to go. Into action, into revenge. Red flooded Thrall?s vision now, andhe threw back his head and screamed with rage such as he had never before experienced. The cry burned his throat with its raw fury. The sky boiled. Dozens of lightning strikes split the clouds, dazzling the eye for a moment. The furiouspeals of crashing thunder that followed nearly deafened the men at the fortress. Many of them dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, gibbering terror at the celestial display of fury that so clearly echoed the wrenching pain of the orc leader.
Its not a video game, but a book based on a video game, made me sadder then any actual video game moment.
