Arrr...it be many a month since last I showed me face around here, and in my absence, I've skipped a build somehow. Last I had was 10.2, or thereabouts, and corrupted, I was, by gettin' a hold o' Sid Meier's Pirates!
O'course, on the notice o' there bein' a Build 12 fer POTC, I got hold of it without a second's thought. And jeezus bloomin' christ, have I missed somethin' or ha' I missed somethin? I might add I've been a' playin' on Adventurer (forgive me, me hearties, but I've learned in the past that experimentin' on Swashbuckler be a quick way ter meet Davy Jones), and with that maaarvelous mod by Couch Cp'n Charles fer the random start.
I admit, I don' like ter take things th' easy way, so's I gave meself a Tartane rather than a Lugger ter start, so's I'll have ye know I was doin' this unarmed and several thousand doubloons down. If I recall straight, I've been sent ter Davy Jones no less than seven times in a row, and died in street brawls twice ter boot, mostly from makin' an unfortunate shipwreck up on Quebradas Costillas.
That be the most times I died in livin' memory...and that be the most fun I've had in this 'ere game since it was released! That's the first, note, FIRST time I've ever looked at any hostile ship bigger 'n me near a dock and near soiled meself. Every time they shoot their cannons, yer bloody ducks, ye do. And when ye looks up and finds they've not holed ye, ye thanks everythin' in creation, tacks into the wind again and crosses yer fingers and anythin' else ye can grab afore the next broadside.
Currently, I be earnin' just enough every voyage ter pays fer me crew and me repairs and puts a little aside ter get a ship capable o' takin' care o' itself on the main - and this is by runnin' patrols, dodgin' pirates and bein' a scurvy cur on land, provided the guards aren't watchin'. Its the first time I've ever felt like a true ne'erdowell, with the whole o' the Caribbean bein' quite happy if I got meself killed and did 'em all a favour.
So, without any further ado, may I congratulate all o' ye on a fantastic mod. Late, I knows, but it seems like on'y yesterday I was tweakin' Build 10 and telling ye that it was still too damn safe fer the likes o' me.
Me only gripes be two, me hearties. Firstly, have I lost th' plot, or be it insanely hard to talk tae anyone now? They all run about like headless chickens, and ye have ter be starin' 'em in the eye ter talk to 'em. Unless my memory's gone, there 'baint no cancel key if yer accidentally move into the Quick Move Menu as a result, so ye have to choose the least of yer evils if ye try to talk, fail and get forced to move on. Likewise, I now seem ter clip in strange ways, like leapin' onto stall roofs, fallin' off raised platforms and ye name it.
Second, arrrrh, this be one fer the Couch Cpt. himself, iffn he deems ter listen. If I had ter pick a mod I've been lookin' fer / tryin' ter do in me spare time, he's nailed it well and true. Me only friggen gripe be that I has ter start it as the depressinly ordinary Nathaniel skin. If only he'd kept in the choice ter tell Malcolm where ter stick it right up until ye gets offshore, it'd be perfect. Or, at least, up until ye've chosen what ye're ter look like. Sure, I guess it'd be no grand headache ter switch it back a couple o' dialogues, but after lookin' at this, I've decided my moddin' days are gone. Ye've keelhauled me well and true while I've been away.
Anyway, I'll be the first ter buy him a rum or two if he drops by the same tavern. And, fer that matter, the rest o' ye. Far as I'm concerned, if I survive this next brief run ter Oxbay, the round's on me. If I get sent ter Davy Jones, I'll salute ye's all the way down nonetheless. Aye, I hope Akella sees what ye've done, peeps. Between the lot o' ye, ye've turned a dubious sequel ter Sea Dogs into a crackin' game.
O'course, on the notice o' there bein' a Build 12 fer POTC, I got hold of it without a second's thought. And jeezus bloomin' christ, have I missed somethin' or ha' I missed somethin? I might add I've been a' playin' on Adventurer (forgive me, me hearties, but I've learned in the past that experimentin' on Swashbuckler be a quick way ter meet Davy Jones), and with that maaarvelous mod by Couch Cp'n Charles fer the random start.
I admit, I don' like ter take things th' easy way, so's I gave meself a Tartane rather than a Lugger ter start, so's I'll have ye know I was doin' this unarmed and several thousand doubloons down. If I recall straight, I've been sent ter Davy Jones no less than seven times in a row, and died in street brawls twice ter boot, mostly from makin' an unfortunate shipwreck up on Quebradas Costillas.
That be the most times I died in livin' memory...and that be the most fun I've had in this 'ere game since it was released! That's the first, note, FIRST time I've ever looked at any hostile ship bigger 'n me near a dock and near soiled meself. Every time they shoot their cannons, yer bloody ducks, ye do. And when ye looks up and finds they've not holed ye, ye thanks everythin' in creation, tacks into the wind again and crosses yer fingers and anythin' else ye can grab afore the next broadside.
Currently, I be earnin' just enough every voyage ter pays fer me crew and me repairs and puts a little aside ter get a ship capable o' takin' care o' itself on the main - and this is by runnin' patrols, dodgin' pirates and bein' a scurvy cur on land, provided the guards aren't watchin'. Its the first time I've ever felt like a true ne'erdowell, with the whole o' the Caribbean bein' quite happy if I got meself killed and did 'em all a favour.
So, without any further ado, may I congratulate all o' ye on a fantastic mod. Late, I knows, but it seems like on'y yesterday I was tweakin' Build 10 and telling ye that it was still too damn safe fer the likes o' me.
Me only gripes be two, me hearties. Firstly, have I lost th' plot, or be it insanely hard to talk tae anyone now? They all run about like headless chickens, and ye have ter be starin' 'em in the eye ter talk to 'em. Unless my memory's gone, there 'baint no cancel key if yer accidentally move into the Quick Move Menu as a result, so ye have to choose the least of yer evils if ye try to talk, fail and get forced to move on. Likewise, I now seem ter clip in strange ways, like leapin' onto stall roofs, fallin' off raised platforms and ye name it.
Second, arrrrh, this be one fer the Couch Cpt. himself, iffn he deems ter listen. If I had ter pick a mod I've been lookin' fer / tryin' ter do in me spare time, he's nailed it well and true. Me only friggen gripe be that I has ter start it as the depressinly ordinary Nathaniel skin. If only he'd kept in the choice ter tell Malcolm where ter stick it right up until ye gets offshore, it'd be perfect. Or, at least, up until ye've chosen what ye're ter look like. Sure, I guess it'd be no grand headache ter switch it back a couple o' dialogues, but after lookin' at this, I've decided my moddin' days are gone. Ye've keelhauled me well and true while I've been away.
Anyway, I'll be the first ter buy him a rum or two if he drops by the same tavern. And, fer that matter, the rest o' ye. Far as I'm concerned, if I survive this next brief run ter Oxbay, the round's on me. If I get sent ter Davy Jones, I'll salute ye's all the way down nonetheless. Aye, I hope Akella sees what ye've done, peeps. Between the lot o' ye, ye've turned a dubious sequel ter Sea Dogs into a crackin' game.