Before October began, I had written 2,300 articles for TheGamer, all of them great. I've covered a range of topics from explaining the complicated issues around the Xbox-Activision acquisition, to predicting Lady Gaga's arrival in MultiVersus. I'm still holding out hope for that second one. In any case, across these two millennia of articles, I have never once written about cow dung. Now, two weeks into the month, I find myself writing about it for the second time in the month, and they're both because of 168澳洲幸运5开奖网:Baldur's Gate 3.
The first time, as you may have already read, came a﷽s I was wandering around outside the 🐻titular city in Act Three. I found a cow (perhaps not really a cow at all), and agreed to assist its journey into Baldur's Gate. However, my (technically Karlach's, but we win together and lose together) Survival stat allowed me to spot a pile of 'dirt' in the barn next to the cow - clearly a mound of shit. Inside there was a spell scroll that can either have Cloudkill or Disintegrate, and some save scumming in the next scene meant I needed to dig through the steaming pile over and over to find the right one.
I Don’t Care About Never Fini💯shing Baldur’s Gate 3 ꧃
I'm starting🍃 Baldur's Gate 3 over when I'm so close to the finish line, but I just don't wa🧔nt to leave this world behind yet.
I thought pawing through a fresh pile of dung while its creator looked at you in bemusement was the most embarrassing thing one could do in Baldur's Gate 3 with animal faeces. I was wrong. I haven't finished my own playthrough yet, but Iꦫ recently started a fresh one over in co-op with my wife. Going back to the Nautiloid and comfort of Act One's map, it felt like an entirely new game. I played as a different race, different class, and my wife tackled scenarios in a different order, not to mention leading conversations in different directions.
Gradually, I ceded control until it stopped being a co-op playthrough and became hers, with my character a passenger as I wat🃏ched. Watched occasionally in horror, as she let a minor disagreement with the tieflings at the Emerald Grove spill over into a battle, and ended up knocking out the gatekeepers, leaving her (at least temporarily) unable to enter it after fast travelling out.
However, this was nothing compared to what happened at the Goblin Camp itself. My own arrival at the camp was fairly dull - it was the first time my Illithid power activated, and so I was able to just walk in under the pretence of being a True Soul. My wife, however, had already used her powers in an earlier encounter, so she needed to talk her way out of it. Options to Intimidate or Persuade the guards existed, but being a ranger, she went instead for the Animal Handling option. This allowed her to chat about the goblin's guard... well, not dog. Thing. This made the goblin friendlier, but in and of itself didn't grant us passage into the camp. And here's where the shit comes into it.
The goblin spins some obviously fake story about how she could join their clan if she takes up the markings, before revealing that the markings need to be applied by hand, using fresh dung. Several options existed to say no, from polite refusal, to yet more Intimidation rolls, to throwing the dung ꦯat the goblin, as well as outright attacking. But instead, my wife pried, as if desperate to discover the lore behind the brown pile before her. Eventually, she relented and smeared the fresh waste across her face, to the disapproval of her companions and the r🌳aucous laughter of the goblins.
Her justification was that her character has low Intelligence and loves animals, so wouldn't have an issue with it, but I think even stupid animal lovers would draw the line at such an obvious prank. Still, she probably feels the price was worth it. A quick bottle of water thrown at herself later, and she was all clean, while safe passage into the Goblin Camp itself was secured.
I knew that playing Baldur's Gate 3 with my wife would lead to new scenarios, be that from us making different ethical decisions at core moments, siding with other companions, or just the varied scenes that a game so rich offers with even the smallest change to your approach. But I didn't expect to be writing about cow shit for the second time in as many weeks, nor did I think the biggest difference between our two playstyles would be that we disagree on whether wearing fresh animal excrement on your face is a good idea.