A/N: WARNING!
Rant incoming, feel free to skip it if you want. By all means.
So Anthem's out now.
Reviews are...less than favorable.
Oh, and against my better judgement, I actually bought the damn thing and played it.
Ugh.
Mistakes were made, but I've already said my peace on that.
This story was down for a while for several reasons, the least being that people didn't appreciate the humor. Fine. Fuck it. Whatever. I'm not in the best of moods right now because of Anthem, but if people want to play this shell of a game, then fine. I won't hold hope out for EA or Bioware any longer. My favorite studio may as well be dead now and I'm bitter as all hell about it. No matter how much you polish a turd, in the end, it is naught but a shiny turd.
I remember when you were GREAT Bioware.
I looked up to you, I thought you were going places...and you did.
...straight into the abyss.
I came THIS close to deleting my Dragon Age and Mass Effect stories. Why? Because EA has all but declared it doesn't care for them their most popular franchises. It CLEARLY wants to chase the looter-shooter genre into the ground. Fine.
I'm also prepared for the hate. If defenders of Anthem want to attack an ailing man, then by all means. I'm ready for it.
I may...take a break for a bit after this, for a few days at a time. I just feel that I should say that up front. I'm genuinely angry with EA and Bioware at the moment; and if you know me, you know I'm not the sort to get riled up easily. But even with this, even with this DaY OnE PaTcH bullshit I am horribly dissapointed.
But since its Anthem's "birthday" of sorts, I thought I'd try to pen something.
Sera may well be out of the pairing now, because of the hate she's gotten. Harding may take her place.
Here we are then, the fruits of my labors. Enjoy the interlude, now excuse me while I keep an eye on my nephew...
DISCLAIMER: As ever, I own nothing, blah, blah, blah...
For what its worth, I'm sorry its short.
Next one will be longer, I promise.
"Its always the Orlesians, innit?"
...can't gainsay you that."
~ Naruto and co.!
Pride's Folly (Interlude)
Corypheus brooded alone in the dark.
But the dark held no answers.
He was...perturbed.
Nay, to say that he was annoyed would be anathema; akin to admitting that these mortal, these flimsy creatures had actually managed to irk him with their feeble defiance. Fools. Though their band was but a small one they were still capable of drawing blood; of impeding his great work. By splitting their forces they no doubt thought to circumvent him, to spit in the face of goodhood. Of destiny.
For one whose arrogance knew no bounds, there could be no greater affront.
No doubt these worms thought themselves clever to seek out both the Mages and Templars at once, and thus deny him the armies he had sought. He wold admit that much was clever, in its own primitive way. Under any other circumstance he would've been inclined to let the Qunari and the human blunder about, deeming them beneath his notice. If they struck a blow against him then and only then would he strike back. He was soon to be a god after all; it was beneath him to meddle with the lesser races. His trusted lieutenants were more than able for the task.
Ah, but therein lie the crux of the matter.
Calpernia and Samson wold not answer his summons.
Despite repeated attempts to contact them, neither would answer.
Two of his greatest servants had either fallen on the field of battle...or betrayed him. The gall! Neither could be tolerated, but the latter...the very inkling of it, roused his fury to new heights. If they had betrayed him then they would know pain untold. They would beg and whimper at his feet, plead with death before he was finished.
Worse still, he had no way of knowing if that horned woman and her companion had actually succeeded in their tasks. Many of his spies had gone silent all at once; those that remained were left grasping at straws, trying-and failing-to understand the true depth of the Elder One's displeasure. Perhaps he had been foolish to rely on them after all. Perhaps they were to blame.
Perhaps a sterner hand was called for.
Already the depth of his rage knew no bounds; even now it circled low in his mind, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. He was half-tempted to let it. Perhaps he should. These lesser creatures had meddled in his affairs for the last time. His blackened soul writhed and seethed at the thought, long, clawed fingers aching to inflict pain. No more. He would take the field and burn their precious "Haven" to the ground, rip the Anchor from the Qunari's hand. All would fall before him, none would remain.
They would pay.
By Dumat, they would pay.
Their world would burn to ash.
And then all would once more belong to him.
...how little he knew, how very little he knew indeed...
A/N: Aaaaaand there we go.
We'll cover the Mages and Templars next chapter.
Since SOME PEOPLE saw fit to raise a stink about the humor, this interlude was more stern. Apparently people prefer grim and dark tales to sprawling stories filled with levity. Why? The world has enough darkness in it already. Why would you want more? Is that a touch of salt in my tone now? Why, I believe it is!
Anyhow, I worked hard to whip this up for Anthem's "birthday" as it is, so reviews would help.
If not...well...that'd make me sad, but few care for my feelings these days.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...
...Review, Would You Kindly?
No previews this time.
Alright, just one.
(Preview)
...I'm not talking to you."
Herah tried not to laugh; she really did. She failed horribly of course, but still one could say she made the effort all the same. "Cat got your tongue?"
"It took me days to get rid of that spell. Days!"
"And you still didn't get Sera back...?"
...VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE!"
R&R! =D