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Golden Goat posted:If intoners are sex crazed why does Octa get put down by Three almost every time. according to zero he doesn't put effort into boning and expects everyone to just be impressed at his Analogy for Large Pidgeonhood, making it understandable why three got bored again, Zero doesn't think of the intoners as people because they kind of aren't so I expect her to not be the type to find nice things to say about them, and Dito is a little poo poo who was also abused by his flowerperson. Four and Three don't act sex crazed, Two had a good relationship going, and One hosed up by isolating herself and brone from all of humanity For The Greater Good.
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Mazed posted:If anything, Five and Three seem pretty clearly written as having decidedly unhealthy sexuality. Too much and too little, respectively. Three sexes things up, she even does it in her DLC stories. She just has little attachment to people, likes manipulating/hurting them and gets bored easily. She sleeps around a lot. Personally (So this is not fact confirmed anywhere), I think she avoids having sex with Octa specifically to make him angry. It's in line with the way she torments her subjects and her sisters in the stories. Its also in line with her questioning him about what he most cares about all the time and threatening to chop off his pidgeonness. Think of three as a child obsessed with her toys, but always becoming bored with them and needing a new diversion. If you watch, a part of her is distraught when octa initially betrays her. She is used to treating people like playthings, but isn't used to being denied herself.
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Larryb posted:Ah yes, I've been waiting for this part. I hadn't thought of it before, but the theory of the Intoners having transplanted (albeit somewhat distorted) memories from Zero makes a lot of sense. What Four was going on about when we first met her I'm not sure about though. I don't know if this is mentioned in her backstory but perhaps Zero actually had a real sister back when she was alive (or a friend that was like one) and that's where that came from, either that or Four was just delusional. Like a lot of stuff with the game, it's explained in supplementary materials. Oh, and since we're here, I wanted to share a theory I always had about the intoners peculiarities and their connection to Zero. If you've been paying attention to the character designs, you may have noticed that One-Five all share some aspect with their Mom-sis zero. For recap: One- Two-Flower Motif Three-Hairpin Four-Iron Glove Five-Shoulder Pads One has Zero's eyes, or "senses". Two has the flower which could be considered the source of Zero's "power". Three has a hairpin in the same location as Zero's(when her hair is up) and has long hair. Four has an Iron Glove, like Zero, and has nail problems. Five has shoulder pads and was granted the Mazed posted:If anything, Five and Three seem pretty clearly written as having decidedly unhealthy sexuality. Too much and too little, respectively. What? Three is fine with sex and has it. Four is the one who doesn't want sex. Three just doesn't care e: I think Dark Id said it, but the Disciples were made from birds because they were the closest thing she could find at the time. Zero is supposed to be lazy, so that fits in with the story. However, doing that took a lot of her magic, and then the following battle took even more, which is why she couldn't land the finishing blow on her sisters then and there DialTheDude posted:The only thing I'm wondering about is if all the Intoners are just parts of everything that's Zero, then why didn't they use some of her memories of the seaside shack to locate her while she was hiding out for a year? Unless I missed something where she first used her hidey-home after she got infected with the flower. I just chalked it up as all the sisters not really bothering to get rid of a sibling who's trying to murder them. The intoners don't have Zero's true or rather, full memories Postal Parcel fucked around with this message at 18:58 on Jul 31, 2015 |
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Acne Rain posted:according to zero he doesn't put effort into boning and expects everyone to just be impressed at his Analogy for Large Pidgeonhood, making it understandable why three got bored To be fair, One's senses are so supercharged that the overload of a crowd of people milling about is actively painful, explaining why she'd keep herself isolated as much as possible. As for Brone, I guess she thinks of him more like a weapon to reveal only at the right time rather than a person, so she didn't think of what to do with him after he completed his purpose. Given that he looks just like her, is surrounded by the ruins of a government that was been decapitated twice in as many years, knows nothing about the Watchers beyond the fact that they're associated with the only person he ever cared about, and has the emotional maturity of a preschooler and you get the seeds of Drakengard.
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Zero's Story: A Rain to End and a Flower to Begin Where did this flower come from?  Rainy days are never good, I thought, as I stared through the rain pounding down relentlessly around me. I felt the rise of an unexpected laugh. As if sunny days were any better.  What is it? A voice next to me asked, weakly. It was so frail that the rain threatened to wash it away.  What is what? I replied, and wished I hadn't. People who answered questions with questions disgusted me. I used to make sure they never answered anyone again. Every time. I can hear you crying. You're mistaken. That was a laugh.I couldn't blame her. How could she have read my expression? They had taken her sight; pried open both her lids and thrust needles into each eye. And that was not the only torture she had endured. Repeated burns from a branding iron had reduced her palms and the soles of her feet to rotted, reeking flesh, and the joints of all four limbs had been ruined to the point where she couldn't even turn in her sleep. I won't stop here and lament that people are willing to do something so brutal to a girl of so few years. I practically expect it from landed lords, or else why would she and her friends have tried to start a revolt in the first place? The damned fools. And it was foolish. They were found before they could even pick up their weapons, let alone revolt. Sold out by one of their own. That's what you get for trusting other people. There is no such thing as a person incapable of betrayal. That said, the stubborn ones like her who held out were given the same mangling as the ones who confessed immediately, and all were laid out here, onto the cobblestones of the square. Being clever didn't earn anyone a better outcome. Their lord may not have treated them fairly, but he did treat them equally. If any one thing could be called unequal, it was that five fine souls who tried to strike down an oppressive lord were chained up here next to a common murderer like me. There was no making sense of that one. I wasn't tortured the way they were. I had no grand scheme or friends to give up. Since I had nothing to confess, no one shattered my bones or ripped my fingernails off. All I got was a vicious lashing. The pain, which had felt like flames leaping across my back, was gone now. There was no sensation left. The cold rain must have been nipping at my back, but I felt no chill. Knowing it meant my death was near made it no less strange. "What a waste of life." There was no stopping the laughter now. I couldn't remember a single good day, rain or shine. My life had been hell from as far back as I could remember, and undoubtedly from the first moment I came into the world.  My earliest memory is of my mother shouting, and the only other thing I remember from those days is being slapped around. I doubt I was fed well, either. After all, I learned to swipe a meal before I even learned to speak. If she'd been feeding me properly, I wouldn't have been forced to steal. My mother shouldn't be singled out as a bad person. Only a handful of kids were lucky enough to have warm food and a bed. Unless you were born into some fancy noble household, you could kiss any hope of a life like that goodbye. You wondered why the hell you were born, grew up knowing you were a thorn in the world's side, turned into a lovely adult, and then unwittingly wound up with a bun in the oven. That was it for most women. My mother did nothing more than raise me the best way she knew. Once I reached an acceptable age, my mother sold me without a second thought—for a pittance, when I thought back on it later. As was the way, I was sold to a brothel, where women who looked a lot like my mother attended to men with tight purse strings. It wasn't all older women; there were girls there my age. I became fast friends with one. She called me "Rose," which was how I learned the color of my eyes. "Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? she asked in surprise when I told her. Of course not. I couldn't have cared less what I looked like. I decided she should be called "Indigo." As little as I cared about my own face, I realized her eyes were a pretty color. Rose and Indigo: they were names that belonged only to us. One day, Indigo suggested we steal some money and run away. I nodded, believing that together, the two of us could do anything. I never stopped to think about where we would run or what we would do after. The plan went off brilliantly; we took as much money as we could carry, and fled out of town and across the bridge to the far side of the river. There was a man waiting there with a horse. I had seen him before; he was a patron who hung all over Indigo. "If we make it across the river, everything will work out," she had said, and now things were starting to click. I thought for certain they would take me with them; how utterly wrong I was. They had planned to kill me all along. Indigo could only carry so much money by herself; that was why she'd approached me. The only reason. "No hard feelings, Rose." And then she grinned. It was the same smile as always, but then I knew. Underneath it had been a girl who was figuring out how to kill me. Took me long enough to see it. If the pursuers hadn't come right then, my life would have been over. The other two galloped off in a hurry, and I alone was caught. I never resented Indigo for it. Rather, I was rankled by my own witlessness. Why did I trust another person? Of course it was my fault, for being fooled. If things had played out differently, Indigo and that man would be the ones lying dead by the river, and I'd have been the one to get away. Next time, I thought, I'll do better.  My chance came several months later. I took the gold and got away with ease; I might have even put Indigo to shame. To keep pursuers off my back, I slaughtered everyone: the procurers, their underlings, the women. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was wait until they were sound asleep, then end them one by one. I killed the procurers first; next, the men they'd hired to do the dirty work. Thanks to the poison I'd thrown into the casks, they were half dead already. Even with my meager strength, it wasn't hard to finish off men who had already ceased moving. Once the men were taken care of, work went fast. Women never smell blood. Torrents of the stuff were flowing right by their side, but not one opened her eyes or let out a scream before expiring. I took as much money as I could carry and left town before dawn. Of course, no pursuers came, but worse news did: bandits. They captured me handily and gleefully relieved me of every coin I had. And thought they spared my life, I again felt the sting of failure. I waited for my chance and escaped before they could sell me back into whoring. This time, thievery was out of the question. I knew I would be better off not trying to carry off their money. Any coin I had would just be stolen. If I needed something, I didn't have to buy it; I could take it. No one could rob from me if I had nothing to steal. I did have one thing they wanted, though: myself. The bandits were ready to sell me, just as my mother had sold me; as a woman, I would always be someone's spoil. But that was beyond my control; I could not discard my womanhood or leave it behind. I suppose I could have made Indigo's choice and found a man to protect me. But people lie; people betray. I didn't want their protection. I would protect myself.  Wait. But I did live with a man. Just one, just once. I ran into one of that sleazy brothel's patrons. It was some place far away, in some unfamiliar town. He remembered my face; I remembered his. I have to kill him, was my first thought. The procurers and the women were dead—all of the except for me. He wasn't so witless that he couldn't piece together what that meant. But, for whatever reason, I didn't do it. Instead, we found a corner of that unfamiliar town and started a life. He wasn't witless, but neither could you call him honest; he was a thief with a talent for picking locks. Together, we raked in the coin and passed the days with amusement. As a life, it wasn't bad, and thoughts of killing him slipped away. The life didn't last long, though. I got sick. A scourge was going around. Slowly but inexorably it eroded the body and killed you. Not only that, it was contagious. Fearing for his life, the man left me. I don't blame him, and if it had ended there I would have let him go. But he was going to sell me out; a bounty had been placed on the "brigand" who had broken into the brothel. What a fool. I had only just caught the scourge and my symptoms were still mild. I struggled to get up in the morning, got chills in the evening, broke into fits of severe coughing... But that was it. Nothing that would interfere with me taking a life. Thus, I had no trouble reversing our fates when he came in my sleep to tie me up. The scourge had turned me into a light sleeper—and either way, I had a certain sensitivity to lethal intent. Before I could think, I had opened his gullet, and he died with the confusion still written on his face. It was only then that I realized I'd never really let him into my life. Despite sleeping and eating with him, telling myself I was over killing him, it wasn't true. Otherwise, I wouldn't have constantly kept a blade hidden within reach.  And so, I was alone again. I journeyed aimlessly, filching food and clothes as I went. As I mentioned, the scourge was taking its time with me, so it was well within my ability to travel and plunder and kill. I murdered the owners of my spoils on the spot, women or elderly included. Again and again I would hear, "Take the food and the money. Just spare my life. Please." It's strange; everyone makes the same face when death is close. Did I look at Indigo the same way? No, I never begged. Suppose I do spare you. You're certain to hold this against me. You'll come for me one day. I would never— Never let it go, right? I just butchered your mother right in front of you. And unlike mine, this one must have been a good mother, considering she had thrust herself in harm's way to protect her daughters. Anyway, I'd apologize for this, but that would only serve to make myself feel better, and I'm not that deluded. With that, I killed the two trembling sisters while they still clung to each other. No doubt they hated me in those last moments, but they would never come after me with a knife. There were some who didn't beg. One was a girl a few years my junior. Rage flared in her eyes as she lay into me.  Why!? Why would you do this? Maybe because I'm hungry. How dare you mock me! No one's mocking anyone. I'm starving, and don't have the coin for food. And you think that justifies this!?Her father's and brother's bodies lay there in front of her. A bit further away was a woman who appeared to have been their cook. I always dealt with potential threats first, which meant I got stuck with children and elderly last. You could have simply taken our gold and left! Yeah. You know, you're right. I used to think it was about keeping people from seeking vengeance, but I'm starting wonder if that's really it. Why do I do it? But I had already strangled her before I could finish expressing my reservations. Her eyes were still wide when she took her last breath, still red with anger. I wish I could tell you.I felt her gaze on my back as I took a loaf from the table. I hadn't been lying when I said I was starving. The whole reason I had picked this house was because the family looked rich. And since it was suppertime, food would be waiting to filly my belly. I had a good reason. But again, I wondered aloud. Why? I took food from the plates with my bare hands and washed it down with a swig from the decanter. My compliments to the chef. Why do I do it? Shouldn't I know after this many? I posed the question to the girl's limp body on the floor. I hadn't been keeping count; I didn't think it mattered. All I knew was that I had killed a lot of people. And yet I couldn't answer one simple question: Why do I do it? Maybe I kill to find out why. The girl's dead eyes continued to glare at me. I guess it wasn't a good enough answer.  I continued to live like that for some time. Before I knew it, I had stopped searching for reasons or answers; I robbed people and killed them as easily as I drew breath. The thing is, I entered public awareness around the time my kills reached triple digits. I had done my best to finish off everyone in the homes I breached and leave no evidence, but then again, I hadn't gone out of my way to be secretive, so I suppose I got made at some point. My days became numbered once word got out about the young woman behind the merciless killings of young and old. Descriptions of my appearance circulated and merchants spread word during their travels. Soon every town in every land was searching for the "witch with eyes of rose." The bounty for my capture would pay for a life at ease, and proper rewards were promised for even a decent lead. And so I was caught. They surrounded me while the scourge was doing its work on me. By then, the symptoms had started taking their toll, and I was unable to resist, let alone escape. Soldiers in grand armor made an even grander fuss of binding me hand and foot. My gamble—that the scourge would kill me first—had been wrong, and I was dragged off to the bastille. They condemned to the lash; I would be struck once for each life I took. Personally, I think I toughed it our rather well; they whipped me until my skin was in tatters and my flesh split, but I survived. Then again, if they had gotten my kill count right, I would have died for certain. Their tally came up woefully short, and so my punishment ended well before it could be called capital. Of course, that didn't mean I was forgiven. They chained me up to die in the square, along with the five rebels. Directly next to me was the young girl I mentioned earlier. While the others no longer uttered so much as a groan, she continued her one assertion: "What we did was right." But her voice was growing ever fainter. When the lot was dragged out here, she was in the most miserable state. I could tell that she was keeping herself alive through sheer power of will alone. I took advantage of her lack of sight and stared her up and down without reservation. Here was more or less my complete opposite: a girl whose sense of justice was hopelessly unswayable. The fact that we stood in this place shoulder to shoulder struck me as strange beyond words. Eventually, she inquired as to who I was. It was my fault for coughing; the scourge's distinctive and disagreeable bark gave me away as not being one of her friends. Who are you? What's your name? I don't have a name. I don't have anything. No coin, no house, no family or friends or lover. Nothing at all. I give 'nothing' new depths. All I have is this life which is about to blink out along with everything else. I wound up with zero. Jack poo poo.Because I did poo poo away my life. I lived empty day after empty day without purpose. It was so stupid in retrospect that I found myself laughing uncontrollably. Don't cry. I told you... I'm laughing.I was struggling so hard to breathe that it must have come out as spasms. Like any of those next breaths could have been my last. Really? Yes.I heard what might have been a sigh. The rain had finally eased into a drizzle. A moment later, her body convulsed for a few fleeting seconds, and then she stopped moving entirely. Hey...No answer.  So, I guess it'll be me. It had been decided the last to survive would be burned alive with the bodies of the other five. One of the group bit her own tongue off when she heard. Another was dead by the time the bunch was dragged out to the square. Another died before the rain came, and a fourth during the downpour, leaving me and the girl. Good luck burning me in this weather. Maybe they would try burying me alive with them instead. At least we can all take solace in the fact she wasn't the last to go. It wouldn't have been right if the one girl who had shown compassion for others right to the end had to die the worst. But what was right? Who was right? I could hear the girl's voice again: What we did was right. And it was. Only the world could be called wrong—this world full of lords who poo poo on their people, this world with smug murderers like me. This world where those who stand up on behalf of the weak are crushed like so many worms. This is madness. It doesn't make any sense. Ire filled me all at once. No. It had always been there and I just hadn't noticed. I hated the world. I had damned it in my mind since before I could remember. I could feel the tremor of a scream in my throat. Glurp. Something warm dribbled from my mouth. It was blood, not a scream. This loving world is trying to kill me. gently caress that. gently caress the world! gently caress you all! YOU loving die! gently caress you, gently caress you, gently caress you!  Then, all of a sudden, I noticed a flower. A rose-colored flower was blossoming right before my eyes, between me and the girl's corpse. Where did it come from? I don't remember seeing a flower there. It swayed beneath the rain's blows. The flower must have been new to me, and yet I recognized it. Maybe because its color is so like my eyes. Or maybe I'm already dead, and this is one of those flowers that's supposed to grow in Paradise. No. Heaven won't have anything to do with me. I'm dying, and this is a hallucination. But that's all right. I still want to see it up close. I want to touch it. No one has ever given me a flower, and I've never longed for one. But this flower, I love. I felt something constricting my sight. I wasn't able to shut my eyes, so I kept gazing at the flower. It was so lovely... My life may have been wasted, but this was not such a terrible final thing to behold. As its widening petals filled my field of vision, I greeted the flower with a quiet smile.
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You know, I was just thinking that the child murder quota had been running low since Two's DLC.
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So that's what a weapon story looks like when written with more than four paragraphs of space.
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So zero was a prostitute and a brigand. That actually explains a fair amount.
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So Zero is every Bethesda protagonist I play as. I guess that further explains why she doesn't care about murdering thousands of faceless soldiers in-game. She doesn't even get joy from it like Caim, she does it just because that's who she thinks she is.
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Maybe the five sisters were based on the rebels in the square.
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Jul 31, 2015 20:55
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Zero is patron saint of the murderhobos.
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And so we know why Zero's so messed in the head. Why all she knows is sex and violence (and, with a little extrapolating, probably why the Intoners have such high drives as well.) Why it takes her until this branch to figure out how to show parental affection toward Mikhail - after all, it isn't like she knew what it was. Drakengard...  e: BattleCattle posted:Maybe the five sisters were based on the rebels in the square. I'm pretty sure that's it. Probably another reason why she's pissed about their existences.
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Zero is one of my favorite video game protagonists ever. This girl who became an absolute monster because of the lovely circumstances of her life suddenly finds herself brought back from the brink of death and given power beyond imagining. Her last thoughts before dying being that this lovely hosed up world and everyone in it needs to loving die. And then she learns that the thing that brought her back, that's given her all this power is going to do exactly that... it's going to destroy the world and everyone in it, just like she wanted. And her reaction is, "No, gently caress THAT," then trying to rip it out of her and kill herself to stop it. And it backfires spectacularly. But that just makes her even more determined to clean up the mess she made and nothing is going to stop her. Zero is simultaneously the worst and the best and I love her for it.
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Zero's story reminds me of a poem I once read. In it, there are gods of accounting walking far behind humanity. Every time we gently caress up or get caught up in our petty delusions, they write our failings down and step closer. The more we gently caress up, the closer they get. Step for step. When they reach us, apocalyptically horrible poo poo happens. Then we survive, pick ourselves up out of the gutter and try to learn from our errors. Then we gently caress up again and the gods of accounting are right behind us again. I think Zero's flower is those gods.
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I was starting to think the flower was the genesis of why this world is terrible. ...Now I understand Drakengard's world is just full of terrible, lovely people.
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RelentlessImp posted:I was starting to think the flower was the genesis of why this world is terrible. That's been common knowledge since the first game where the most moral person was a pedophile. e: Hell, the only "good" characters in the first two games are Leonard and Eris. Everyone other character is motivated for selfish reasons. Mega64 fucked around with this message at 21:17 on Jul 31, 2015 |
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A pedophile, a pyromaniac, and a masochist walk into the bar. The masochist goes Nnnnngh.
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Jul 31, 2015 21:18
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The Watchers, they laugh.
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Welp, good thing that this game has a relatable protagonist. We've all been there.
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 Well, that sure was something. Behold the murder whorebo! ... ... That was one of the worst and most tasteless puns I have ever made. But gently caress it, Drakengard! If I can't say terrible things in a Drakengard thread, where can I say them? I can have moments of... eccentricity and sometimes be quite curious about things. Please forgive me if I do something foolish or rude.
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Jul 31, 2015 21:42
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Quite a few places on the Internet, actually.
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Jul 31, 2015 21:45
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I'm actually a little disappointed in all that. Like someone was trying just a little too hard to ladle on as much grimdark depressing stuff as possible. And murdered children, of course. Wouldn't be Drakengard without those.
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Focusing on the kid-killing is a little unfair. Zero also kills men, women, and elderly. Probably pets too. She's an equal opportunity mass murderer. You know, kind of like these lords she was talking about. Good riddance to those fuckers. All in all a depressing as gently caress update.
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Bufuman posted:Focusing on the kid-killing is a little unfair. Zero also kills men, women, and elderly. Probably pets too. She's an equal opportunity mass murderer. At least she doesn't torture people, just makes them dead and that's it.  That description of what happened to the freedom fighters was vaguely nauseating.... This is the kind of game where that is actually an important distinction. The bad guys actively make your lives worse, the heroes just make with the killing. Drakengard!
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Jul 31, 2015 22:04
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In Soviet Drakengard, little children shoot you!
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I'm guessing One's senses were heightened because the person she was based off of had all her's removed.
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Zoe posted:I'm actually a little disappointed in all that. Like someone was trying just a little too hard to ladle on as much grimdark depressing stuff as possible. You must be new here.
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StandardVC10 posted:You must be new here. This game has been, in a lot of ways, lighthearted and even humorous compared to the original Drakengard and Nier. Feels like some writer just realized that and they're trying just as hard as they can to make up for it now.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:38
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A wonderful reminder that Zero's a horrible person.
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The Dark Id posted:
Still doesn't explain where the flower itself came from, nor does it tell us why she wants to un-murder the world. As it is, she plied her natural talent a little too well.
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Yeah. From what I remember, all the disciple stories were released before the game came out, too. Seiren posted:So she's a murder-elemental? Remember how Manah was abandoned by her mother and the Watchers liked her insanity, so they ended up giving her power? I assume it was a similar sort of thing here.
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Momomo posted:Remember how Manah was abandoned by her mother and the Watchers liked her insanity, so they ended up giving her power? I assume it was a similar sort of thing here. Ironically enough, murdering everyone and everything you come across is possibly one of the sanest thing you can do if you're born in the Drakengard universe!
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Zero: nihilism made flesh. And then the space babies decide to give her a power up.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:44
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Chokes McGee posted:Zero: nihilism made flesh. A red flower. The Space Babies are Loving, Caring Ur-Gods. If they hated the world, they'd have given her a Blue Shell.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:48
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Yeah, the big problem with posting Zero's story here is that it was initially released as a promotional piece. The idea I'm pretty sure was to trick people into thinking they'd be getting another ultra-grimdark game a la the original Drakengard, only we got this game instead. Not that Drakengard 3 isn't dark in its own way, but it's hardly the bleak, relentless, soul-crushing experience the first game was.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:49
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So Drakengard's version of a Behelit is a pretty pretty flower? Doomsdaisy indeed.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:50
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BattleCattle posted:Maybe the five sisters were based on the rebels in the square. That would make sense. Zero subconsciously modeled her "sisters" after them because they were the only people of character she spent any time with (solely because she was physically incapable of murdering them). The first attempt she ever made to protect something lead to the flower freaking out and creating clones of those five filled with the same drive to put an end to the lords and change the world. Chokes McGee posted:Zero: nihilism made flesh. It says something that the abusive, borderline-psychotic mass murderer we know now is an improvement for Zero. I bet Dito is kicking himself for missing Zero's old days.
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Jul 31, 2015 22:52
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BattleCattle posted:Maybe the five sisters were based on the rebels in the square. I was thinking that the five sisters might actually BE the rebels in the square. Just reanimated by flower power. It would also explain a bit about why something about each of them keeps growing--it corresponds to whatever was lost during the tortures. The lady she was talking to would be One--the bulk of her senses were removed with the needles and branding, so those are heightened. Four is the one who got her fingernails yanked out. Etc. I could see the sequence of events being something like FLOWER POWER! -> KILLING SPREE! -> OH poo poo FLOWER BAD! -> YOINK! -> REANIMATED ZOMBIE SISTERS! I don't *think* anything has said how long Zero was running around pollinated before spawning the sisters, at least....
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Jul 31, 2015 22:54
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