Big plans this weekend: The Witcher III: Wild Hunt. I've only played a few hours, but I'm loving it so far. The world is beautifully done, and it feels like the books. The first quest I did I got the bad guy hanged for a relatively minor offence, but that's how the Nilfgaardians roll: there's no being a goody-good guy here. Oh, and the snark, I love the snark. The controls are a bit fiddly, but that's life.
But witchering is thirsty work. After some googling I found the perfect drink: mead!
These are proper mead, like the stuff the vikings used to drink. I got two kinds because I couldn't decide. The Inkeeper's Daughter is a sweeter one with less alcohol, and the Wandering Minstrel is stronger. Here's a few close-ups:
The Innkeeper's Daughter one tastes fresh and sweet, like honey wine, and the minstrel one is more like slightly sweet beer. I preferred the first one, but I don't like beer, so...
Okay, here we go. Hey, this is fun. After two glasses, I start missing a few counters, but that's no problem. Suck it, swamp demons!
Three glasses in, I'm feeling fine. The map is confusing, though. Where's that damn griffin? I need another glass.
Found the griffin.
*gets ass handed to self by griffin*
Okay, maybe I need some more experience? That well devil quest looks easy enough.
*slays devil in the well, but gets ripped apart by wolves on the way back to town*
Minor setback. You know what will fix that? More mead!
Hey, how about a monster nest? Cause those are easy.
*Gets nibbled to death by ghouls*
No fair!
MEEEEAAAD!
*walks into a campfire*
*hubby gently suggests that maybe don't walk into campfires*
Heh, heh, heh. I'm on fire!
*whistles for Roach*
Hey, I'm riding and I'm on fire!!!!
*hubby rotfl*
Maybe it's time to quit for today?
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